Kukana ini<\/b><\/p>\n
Kachi me matzanu \u00f1a kukana Koi tachi nakoo Kukana lasu me ini Stata kukana: <\/p>\n De la tristeza\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n Dec\u00eda mi abuela que cuando la tristeza <\/p>\n Kue\u2019e tachi<\/b><\/p>\n Yu\u2019u kuaki\u2019vi kue\u2019e tachi, Me pa kachi \u00f1\u00e1\u2019an koi iin m\u00e1\u2019na, Vichi kachi me siv\u00ed antivi, <\/p>\n Viento malo<\/b><\/p>\n Me entr\u00f3 por la boca el viento malo, <\/p>\n \u00d1\u00e1\u2019an<\/b><\/p>\n Ixi xiniku chico xikui, telimu ra cafe, Nuni chico ntuchinuu Kachi \u00f1\u00e1\u2019an tu\u2019un, Koo kuntuk\u00fa nt\u00fa\u00fa, <\/p>\n Mujer<\/b><\/p>\n Tu cabello huele a leche, telim\u00f3n y caf\u00e9, <\/p>\n \u00d1u\u2019\u00fa<\/b><\/p>\n Ntuchinuu nchi\u2019\u00ecna yaa ita Ntuchinuu kachi yu Kusani \u2014in sientu kachi yuu\u2014 Vichi kunche mee, yucha ntuchinuu <\/p>\n Tierra<\/b><\/p>\n Con tus ojos sembraste flores blancas <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kukana ini Kachi me matzanu \u00f1a kukana kukana vasa yee nuu nt\u00ed\u2019\u00ed, anima ntach\u00ed nuu y\u00f9cha, nuu anima kuaku ra kuaku ra koo tsikuiin. Koi tachi nakoo ichi yu\u2019u ra tutsi ntaa. Kukana lasu me ini ke\u2019e me suk\u00fa ra koo kunche kusu. Stata kukana: kuchi arnica chikui, kuchi alcohol, kuchi i\u00edn chikui, na nuun […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":26010,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2892],"tags":[4514],"genre":[],"pretext":[],"section":[],"translator":[4495],"lal_author":[4493],"class_list":["post-25440","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-literatura-indigena","tag-numero-26","translator-edith-santos-sevilla","lal_author-nadia-lopez-garcia"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25440","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25440"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25440\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/26010"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25440"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25440"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25440"},{"taxonomy":"genre","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/genre?post=25440"},{"taxonomy":"pretext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pretext?post=25440"},{"taxonomy":"section","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/section?post=25440"},{"taxonomy":"translator","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/translator?post=25440"},{"taxonomy":"lal_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/lal_author?post=25440"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>kukana vasa yee nuu nt\u00ed\u2019\u00ed,
\n<\/span>anima ntach\u00ed nuu y\u00f9cha,
\n<\/span>nuu anima kuaku ra kuaku
\n<\/span>ra koo tsikuiin.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>ichi yu\u2019u
\n<\/span>ra tutsi ntaa.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>ke\u2019e me suk\u00fa ra koo kunche kusu.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>kuchi arnica chikui,
\n<\/span>kuchi alcohol,
\n<\/span>kuchi i\u00edn chikui,
\n<\/span>na nuun na nikai
\n<\/span>ntuchinuu,
\n<\/span>ntaa
\n<\/span>ra nchacha.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>parece no tener fin,
\n<\/span>es probable que el alma se nos haya ca\u00eddo
\n<\/span>en el r\u00edo,
\n<\/span>por eso llora y llora
\n<\/span>y no puede detenerse.
\n<\/span>Nos falta el aire,
\n<\/span>la boca se nos seca
\n<\/span>y las manos nos duelen.
\n<\/span>Pareciera que la tristeza se nos ha trepado,
\n<\/span>se nos agarra del cuello y dejamos de so\u00f1ar.
\n<\/span>Para curarla:
\n<\/span>ba\u00f1os con agua de \u00e1rnica,
\n<\/span>ba\u00f1os con alcohol,
\n<\/span>ba\u00f1os con agua salada
\n<\/span>para que se nos deshinche el coraz\u00f3n,
\n<\/span>los ojos,
\n<\/span>las manos
\n<\/span>y tambi\u00e9n las alas<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>kinu\u00fa tok\u00f3 me ra ke\u2019e me tsa\u2019a.
\n<\/span>Kumani savi.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>yee kutu\u2019uu staa ra cafe
\n<\/span>yee kutu\u2019uu mee koi kachi.
\n<\/span>Me pa kachi koo chaa \u00f1\u00e1\u2019an
\n<\/span>mee nanalu kuaku koo \u00f1a\u2019an,
\n<\/span>nutsika\u00e1 ra yu\u2019\u00fa.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>mee saa \u00f1\u00e1\u2019an,
\n<\/span>ntiki tsaa.
\n<\/span>Tu\u2019un me nchacha
\n<\/span>me \u00f1u\u2019\u00fa vixo.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>baj\u00f3 por mis caderas y toc\u00f3 mis pies.
\n<\/span>Hace falta m\u00e1s lluvia.
\n<\/span>Mi padre dice que las mujeres no so\u00f1amos,
\n<\/span>que aprenda de tortillas y caf\u00e9
\n<\/span>que aprenda a guardar silencio.
\n<\/span>Dice que ninguna mujer escribe,
\n<\/span>soy la ni\u00f1a que llor\u00f3 la ausencia,
\n<\/span>la lejan\u00eda y el miedo.
\n<\/span>Hoy digo mi nombre en lo alto,
\n<\/span>soy una mujer p\u00e1jaro,
\n<\/span>semilla que florece.
\n<\/span>Las palabras son mis alas,
\n<\/span>mi tierra mojada.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>tokoku yucha ku\u2019na ichi
\n<\/span>nuu ncha\u2019\u00ed, ntaa.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>y\u00f3\u2019\u00f3 vixo \u00f1u\u2019\u00fa, savi, nikanchii ra tachi.
\n<\/span>\u00d1\u00e1\u2019an ntuxi xach\u00ed, sata yutu ntakui,
\n<\/span>v\u00edk\u00f2 nuxaxa, antivi sesi\u2019i.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nra kuntuk\u00fa ntaa-yo\u2019o
\nra nuxaxaku vichi vixo.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>vichi kusuyu nuu \u00f1u\u2019un yu\u2019uku,
\n<\/span>ncho\u2019o \u00f1\u00e1\u2019an.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>tus caderas son r\u00edos que abren caminos
\n<\/span>hacia lo desconocido, lo verdadero.
\n<\/span>Olor a ma\u00edz tienes en los ojos,
\n<\/span>eres tierra mojada, lluvia, sol y viento.
\n<\/span>Mujer sexo de miel, \u00e1rbol fuerte en tu espalda,
\n<\/span>vientre de nube, hija del cielo.
\n<\/span>Digo la palabra mujer,
\n<\/span>mientras busco tus manos-ra\u00edz
\n<\/span>y tu vientre ahora mojado.
\n<\/span>No buscar\u00e9 que amanezca,
\n<\/span>hoy dormiremos en el fuego de tu boca
\n<\/span>mujer colibr\u00ed.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>kaku titxi nchu me yu\u2019u.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>anga in yavi chikui, in yucha
\n<\/span>in nt\u00facha
\n<\/span>kusani y\u00f3\u2019\u00f2 kaku.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>K\u00e1si me toko,
\n<\/span>koo ke\u2019e, ske\u00e9 ntuchinuu y\u00f3\u2019\u00f3
\n<\/span>k\u00e1si yoo chikui
\n<\/span>kuaki\u2019vi me xaa
\n<\/span>me nuxaxa,
\n<\/span>me ntozoo
\n<\/span>ra, me ntuchinuu.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>tzi koo xikanyooa,
\n<\/span>ntuchinuu y\u00f3\u2019\u00f3 kunche
\n<\/span>y\u00f3\u2019\u00f3 tsaa nuu me sata chico
\n<\/span>\u00f1a k\u00fan\u00fa \u00f1u\u2019u ra kaku in ini.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>que brotaron de mi est\u00f3mago a mi boca.
\n<\/span>Ojos donde aseguro hay un pozo profundo, un r\u00edo,
\n<\/span>un mar
\n<\/span>en el que continuamente das vida.
\n<\/span>Varias veces \u200b\u200b\u2013como cien dir\u00eda yo\u2013
\n<\/span>he sentido que mi cintura,
\n<\/span>aun sin tocarte, se ha sumergido en ellos
\n<\/span>sintiendo como tu agua
\n<\/span>penetra por mis pies,
\n<\/span>mi vientre,
\n<\/span>mis pechos,
\n<\/span>y claro, mis ojos.
\n<\/span>Ahora lo s\u00e9, tienes ojos de r\u00edo
\n<\/span>y no lo digo porque son presurosos,
\n<\/span>sino porque al mirarme
\n<\/span>has hecho nacer de m\u00ed un aroma
\n<\/span>que se trenza con el mundo y da vida<\/span><\/p>\nTraducci\u00f3n del tu\u2019un savi al espa\u00f1ol por Nadia L\u00f3pez Garc\u00eda
\n<\/span>Del poemario <\/span>\u00d1u\u2019\u00fa vixo \/ Tierra mojada<\/span><\/i> (2018)<\/span><\/h5>\nFoto: Nadia L\u00f3pez Garc\u00eda, poeta \u00f1uu savi.<\/span><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"