{"id":35072,"date":"2024-06-10T13:01:43","date_gmt":"2024-06-10T19:01:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/?p=35072"},"modified":"2024-06-29T18:27:19","modified_gmt":"2024-06-30T00:27:19","slug":"tres-poemas-de-eu-sou-macuxi-e-outras-historias","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/2024\/06\/tres-poemas-de-eu-sou-macuxi-e-outras-historias\/","title":{"rendered":"Tres poemas de Eu sou macuxi e outras hist\u00f3rias"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nota del editor: <\/b>Publicamos los siguientes poemas en edici\u00f3n triling\u00fce (portugu\u00e9s, espa\u00f1ol e ingl\u00e9s). Fueron publicados originalmente en portugu\u00e9s en <\/span>Eu sou macuxi e outras hist\u00f3rias<\/span><\/i> (<\/span>Caos e Letras<\/span><\/a>, 2019) y fueron traducidos al espa\u00f1ol y al ingl\u00e9s por Christian Elguera.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Damurida<\/b><\/p>\n

Cheguei-cheguei!
\n<\/span>Pedi \u00e0 minha m\u00e3e caldo de peixe:
\n<\/span>\u2013M\u00e3aaaaae, quero caldo de piranha!
\n<\/span>Berrei-berrei!
\n<\/span>Ela n\u00e3o quis fazer coisa nenhuma
\n<\/span>A voz fina-fininha saiu do quarto, provavelmente de sua cabeca repousada no pilo:
\n<\/span>\u2013\u00c1gua, tomate e piment\u00e3o.
\n<\/span>…
\n<\/span>S\u00f3 isso…
\n<\/span>E sal e chic\u00f3ria…
\n<\/span>S\u00f3.
\n<\/span>\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Catei as murupis plantadas pela minha lady e moqueei o peixe.
\n<\/span>Os ancestrais acharam que pelo caldo podiam conversar comigo
\n<\/span>No entanto, Makunaima me encontrou em sonho s\u00f3 sete anos mais tarde
\n<\/span>Finalmente, eu saberia que as hist\u00f3rias dos encantados tamb\u00e9m eram a minha hist\u00f3ria.
\n<\/span>Ur\u00ee-sane-t\u00ee, ur\u00ee-sane-t\u00ee, Insikiran pia
\n<\/span>Eu-sou-eu, eu-sou-eu, filha de Insikiran\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A damurida, prato tradicional de meu povo
\n<\/span>j\u00e1 fazia parte, de um jeito m\u00e1gico, de meu paladar.
\n<\/span>Mesmo assim, eu n\u00e3o sabia que seria um caminho para reconhecer
\n<\/span>mais tarde minha
\n<\/span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 tradi\u00e7\u00e3o.
\n<\/span>I\u00b4kareme k\u00ee wait\u00ee
\n<\/span>Estou dizendo pra voc\u00ea
\n<\/span>Verdes amarelas e vermelhas
\n<\/span>As pimentas dan\u00e7am no rio da minha mem\u00f3ria,
\n<\/span>invocando a antiga can\u00e7\u00e3o dos antepassados que me chama de volta
\n<\/span>pra casa.<\/span><\/p>\n

Quando Makunaima criou a v\u00f3,
\n<\/span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Ele colocou em seu cora\u00e7\u00e3o a alma da pimenta,
\n<\/span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0para que ela pudesse se proteger dos mariwa.
\n<\/span>Deu certo, ela viveu mais de cem anos.
\n<\/span>Minha luta \u00e9 honrar a luta da av\u00f3: todos os dias, incansavelmente, e
\n<\/span>para sempre.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lutar contra os esp\u00edritos capturadores de nossos esp\u00edritos, daquilo que nos
\n<\/span>endurece e nos torna incapazes de transforma\u00e7\u00e3o todos os dias
\n<\/span>I\u00b4kareme k\u00eeiiiii wait\u00eeiiiii
\n<\/span>Eu estou dizendo para voc\u00ea (ri-u\u00ed-li)
\n<\/span>Verdes, amarelas e vermelhas
\n<\/span>Dan\u00e7am nos meus sonhos
\n<\/span>Embalando o ritmo de meu encontro com Anik\u00ea e Insikiran
\n<\/span>Verdes, amarelas e vermelhas
\n<\/span>Verdes verdes verdes
\n<\/span>Vermelhas vermelhas vermelhas
\n<\/span>Amarelas amarelas amarelas at\u00e9 o infinito<\/span><\/p>\n

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Damurida<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a1Llegu\u00e9, llegu\u00e9!
\n<\/span>Ped\u00ed a mi madre caldo de pescado
\n<\/span>Mamaaaaa\u00e1, \u00a1quiero caldo de pira\u00f1a!
\n<\/span>\u00a1Grit\u00e9 y grit\u00e9!
\n<\/span>Ella no quiso hacer cosa alguna
\n<\/span>Su voz suave, finita, sali\u00f3 del cuarto, tal vez reposando su cabeza sobre el coj\u00edn
\n<\/span>\u2013Agua, tomate, pimiento
\n<\/span>…Solo eso…
\n<\/span>\u2013Sal y chicoria
\n<\/span>\u2026Solo\u2026
\n<\/span>\u2026\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Toqu\u00e9 los murupis plantados por mi se\u00f1ora y herv\u00ed el pescado
\n<\/span>Los ancestros creyeron que por el caldo pod\u00edan hablar conmigo
\n<\/span>Mientras tanto, Makuna\u00edma me encontr\u00f3 en un sue\u00f1o solo siete a\u00f1os despu\u00e9s
\n<\/span>Finalmente conocer\u00eda que las historias de los encantados tambi\u00e9n era mi propia historia Ur\u00ee-sane-t\u00ee, ur\u00ee-sane-t\u00ee, Insikiran pia
\n<\/span>Yo-soy-yo, yo-soy-yo, hija de Insikiran\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Damurida, plato tradicional de mi pueblo,
\n<\/span>ya era parte de mi paladar por un orden m\u00e1gico,
\n<\/span>Sin embargo, yo no sab\u00eda que ser\u00eda un camino para, m\u00e1s tarde,
\n<\/span>Reconocer
\n<\/span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 mi tradici\u00f3n
\n<\/span>I\u00b4kareme k\u00ee wait\u00ee
\n<\/span>Estoy diciendo para ti
\n<\/span>Verdes amarillas rojas
\n<\/span>Los pimientos danzan en mi r\u00edo de memorias
\n<\/span>Invocando la canci\u00f3n ancestral de los antepasados que me gu\u00edan de nuevo
\n<\/span>para la casa\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Cuando Makuna\u00edma cre\u00f3 a la abuela,
\n<\/span>Coloc\u00f3 en su coraz\u00f3n el alma del pimiento
\n<\/span>Para que ella pudiera protegerse de los mariwa o esp\u00edritus malignos
\n<\/span>Y fue verdad. Ella vivi\u00f3 m\u00e1s de cien a\u00f1os
\n<\/span>Mi lucha es honrar la lucha de mi abuela: todos los d\u00edas, sin cansancio y para siempre<\/span><\/p>\n

Luchas contra los esp\u00edritus que capturan nuestros esp\u00edritus, contra aquello que
\n<\/span>Nos vuelve insensibles, incapaces de transformarnos d\u00eda a d\u00eda.
\n<\/span>I\u00b4kareme k\u00eeiiiii wait\u00eeiiiii
\n<\/span>Estoy diciendo para ti (ri-u\u00ed-li)
\n<\/span>Verdes, amarillas, rojas
\n<\/span>Los pimientos bailan en mis sue\u00f1os
\n<\/span>Envolviendo el ritmo de mi encuentro con Anik\u00ea, con Insikiran
\n<\/span>Verdes amarillas rojas
\n<\/span>Verdes verdes verdes
\n<\/span>Rojas rojas rojas
\n<\/span>Amarillas amarillas amarillas hasta el infinito<\/span><\/p>\n

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Damurida<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cI am here, I am here\u201d
\n<\/span>I asked my mother for fish soup
\n<\/span>Motheeeeeer, I want piranha soup!
\n<\/span>I screamed and screamed
\n<\/span>She did not want to make anything
\n<\/span>Her fine soft voice came out of the room, perhaps her head was resting on a cushion
\n<\/span>Water, tomatoes, bell pepper
\n<\/span>Only that
\n<\/span>Salt and chicory
\n<\/span>Only\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

I touched the murupis planted by my mother and I boiled the fish
\n<\/span>The ancestors believed they could speak with me through the soup
\n<\/span>Meanwhile, Makuna\u00edma found me in a dream just seven years after that.
\n<\/span>Finally, I will know the stories of the enchanted are also my history
\n<\/span>Ur\u00ee-sane-t\u00ee, ur\u00ee-sane-t\u00ee, Insikiran pia
\n<\/span>I-am-me, I-am-me, daughter of Insikiran\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Damurida, a traditional dish from my land
\n<\/span>was part of my palate by a magic order
\n<\/span>However, I did not know it would be a route for recognizing
\n<\/span>\u2013years later\u2014
\n<\/span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 my tradition
\n<\/span>I\u00b4kareme k\u00ee wait\u00ee
\n<\/span>I am speaking to you
\n<\/span>Green, yellow, red
\n<\/span>The bell peppers dance in my river of memories
\n<\/span>Invoking the old music of my ancestors that guides me again
\n<\/span>Back home<\/span><\/p>\n

When Makuna\u00edma created the grandmother
\n<\/span>He put the pepper\u2019s soul in her heart
\n<\/span>So that she could protect herself from the <\/span>mariwa<\/span><\/i>, the bad spirits,
\n<\/span>And it was true. She lived more than one hundred years.
\n<\/span>My fight is to honor my grandmother\u2019s fight every day without fatigue and forever.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fight against the spirits that seize our souls
\n<\/span>against what makes us inconsiderate and incapable of daily transformation.
\n<\/span>I\u00b4kareme k\u00eeiiiii wait\u00eeiiiii
\n<\/span>I am speaking to you (ri-u\u00ed-li)
\n<\/span>Green, yellow, red
\n<\/span>The bell peppers are dancing in my dreams
\n<\/span>cradling the rhythm of my encounter\u00a0 with Anike, with Insikiran
\n<\/span>Green, yellow, red
\n<\/span>Green, green, green
\n<\/span>Red, red, red
\n<\/span>Yellow, yellow, yellow until infinity<\/span><\/p>\n

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O boto<\/b><\/p>\n

Na ponta da canoa
\n<\/span>O canto ecoa
\n<\/span>L\u00e1 vem o boto!<\/span><\/p>\n

Da proa da canoa
\n<\/span>D\u00e1 pra ver o boto
\n<\/span>Brincando com o v\u00f4<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>L\u00e1 vem o boto
\n<\/span>No p\u00e9 do Ape\u00fa
\n<\/span>Atr\u00e1s do canto!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>O boto gosta de canto!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Um encantado faz o qu\u00ea?
\n<\/span>Canta!
\n<\/span>Por isso ele veio!
\n<\/span>Por isso ele vem!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>\u00c0s vezes homem
\n<\/span>\u00c0s vezes crian\u00e7a
\n<\/span>\u00c0s vezes mulher<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Da ponta da canoa
\n<\/span>Quem ele \u00e9?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>\u00d4 boto bonito
\n<\/span>Me leva pra ver o teu mundo?
\n<\/span>No balan\u00e7o do marac\u00e1
\n<\/span>O canto ecoa
\n<\/span>Ecoa o canto!<\/span><\/p>\n

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El boto (el delf\u00edn)\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

En la punta de la canoa
\n<\/span>El canto resuena
\nAqu\u00ed viene el boto<\/span><\/p>\n

Desde la proa de la canoa
\n<\/span>se puede ver al boto
\n<\/span>Jugando con el abuelo<\/span><\/p>\n

Aqu\u00ed llega el boto
\n<\/span>sobre la margen del r\u00edo Apeu
\n<\/span>Detras del c\u00e1ntico<\/span><\/p>\n

El boto adora los cantos<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00bfQu\u00e9 es lo que hace un encantado?
\n<\/span>\u00a1Canta!
\n<\/span>Por eso vino
\n<\/span>Por eso viene<\/span><\/p>\n

Algunas veces hombre
\n<\/span>Otras veces ni\u00f1o
\n<\/span>Tal vez mujer<\/span><\/p>\n

En la punta de la canoa,
\n<\/span>\u00bfQuien es \u00e9l?<\/span><\/p>\n

El boto bonito
\n<\/span>\u00bfMe llevas a ver tu mundo?
\n<\/span>En el son de las maracas
\n<\/span>El canto resuena en el viento
\n<\/span>Resuena el canto<\/span><\/p>\n

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The Boto (The Dolphin)<\/b><\/p>\n

On the deck of the canoe
\n<\/span>The song resounds
\n<\/span>Here comes the boto<\/span><\/p>\n

From the bow of the canoe
\n<\/span>It is easy to watch the boto
\n<\/span>playing with the grandfather<\/span><\/p>\n

Here comes the boto
\n<\/span>On the banks of the river Ape\u00fa
\n<\/span>Behind melodies.
\n<\/span>The boto enjoys the singing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

What does an enchanted one do?
\n<\/span>He chants
\n<\/span>For this reason, he comes
\n<\/span>For this reason, he came<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes as a man
\n<\/span>On occasion as a child
\n<\/span>At times as a woman<\/span><\/p>\n

On the deck of the canoe
\n<\/span>Who is he?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Will the beautiful boto
\n<\/span>Take me to see your world?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In the swing of the maracas
\n<\/span>The song resounds in the air
\n<\/span>the song resounds<\/span><\/p>\n

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V\u00f4 Madeira\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

O v\u00f4 correu correu
\n<\/span>Com as piranhas e os botos,
\n<\/span>Com as jatuaranas e os tambaquis,
\n<\/span>Com as cobras e os jacar\u00e9s,
\n<\/span>Com todas as gentes n\u00e3o-humanas do rio;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

O v\u00f4 era um encantado
\n<\/span>E por vezes trocava de pele pra ver como andava o mundo
\n<\/span>\u00c0s vezes vinha de gente, outras de mangueira, algumas vezes <\/span>perdida<\/span>, de jaguatirica;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Um dia, num de seus passeios, o v\u00f4 viu alguns de seus netos em cima de dragas
\n<\/span>no meio do rio:
\n<\/span>B\u00eabados!
\n<\/span>Jogando prato, prata, pano, pl\u00e1stico
\n<\/span>Parem.
\n<\/span>O v\u00f4 chorou.
\n<\/span>O dinheiro \u00e9 o veneno da alma.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

O v\u00f4 achou que ia parar
\n<\/span>Ouro, correntes, pulseirinhas, an\u00e9is, casamentos, filhos, netos, bisnetos, tataranetos,
\n<\/span>Sem \u00e1gua.
\n<\/span>O v\u00f4 podia ser eterno
\n<\/span>Mas fez a travessia jovem.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

S\u00f3 que ningu\u00e9m sabia que quando ele se fosse
\n<\/span>Todas as gentes iam tamb\u00e9m.
\n<\/span>E foi assim que n\u00f3s desaparecemos.
\n<\/span>Feito fome
\n<\/span>Feito sede
\n<\/span>Feito noite
\n<\/span>Feito morte.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Abuelo Madera\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

El abuelo corri\u00f3 y corri\u00f3
\n<\/span>Junto a las pira\u00f1as y los botos,
\n<\/span>Junto a las jaturanas y los tambaquis,
\n<\/span>Con las cobras y los jacar\u00e9s
\n<\/span>Con las gentes no-humanas del r\u00edo.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

El abuelo estaba encantado
\n<\/span>Y muchas veces cambiaba de piel para ver c\u00f3mo iba el mundo
\n<\/span>A veces era humano, otras \u00e1rbol de mango, algunas veces jaguatirica.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Cierto d\u00eda, paseando, el abuelo vio a algunos de sus nietos trepados sobre dragas,
\n<\/span>All\u00ed en medio del r\u00edo
\n<\/span>\u00a1Borrachos!
\n<\/span>Arrojando platos, plata, trapos, pl\u00e1stico
\n<\/span>\u00a1Det\u00e9nganse!
\n<\/span>El abuelo llor\u00f3
\n<\/span>El dinero es el veneno del alma.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

El abuelo pens\u00f3 que deb\u00eda parar
\n<\/span>Oro, corrientes, pulseritas, anillos, matrimonios, hijos, nietos, bisnietos, tataranietos,
\n<\/span>Sin agua.
\n<\/span>El abuelo pod\u00eda ser eterno
\n<\/span>Pero, aun joven, hizo su viaje.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Nadie sab\u00eda que cuando se fuese
\n<\/span>Todas las gente tambi\u00e9n se ir\u00edan
\n<\/span>Y fue as\u00ed como desaparecimos.
\n<\/span>Consumado de hambre
\n<\/span>Consumado de sed
\n<\/span>Consumado de noche
\n<\/span>Consumado de muerte<\/span><\/p>\n

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Madeira Grandfather<\/b><\/p>\n

The grandfather ran and ran
\n<\/span>with the piranhas and botos,
\n<\/span>the jaturana and the tambaqui,
\n<\/span>the cobras and the jacar\u00e9s,
\n<\/span>with the non-human peoples of the river.<\/span><\/p>\n

The grandfather was enchanted,
\n<\/span>And sometimes he changed his skin to visit the world
\n<\/span>on occasion, he comes as a human, other times as a mango tree, at times as a jaguatirica<\/span><\/p>\n

One day, on one of his trips, the grandfather saw some of his grandchildren on
\n<\/span>mining dredges
\n<\/span>Drunk!
\n<\/span>Dumping first dishes, then chemicals, then textiles and plastics
\n<\/span>in the middle of the river
\n<\/span>Stop!
\n<\/span>The grandfather cried out
\n<\/span>Money is the poison of the soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

The grandfather thought he should desist
\n<\/span>Gold, streams, bracelets, rings, marriages, kids, grandchildren, great-grandchildren
\n<\/span>Without water
\n<\/span>The grandfather could be eternal
\n<\/span>But he made his trip early<\/span><\/p>\n

Nobody knew that when he left
\n<\/span>Everyone would depart as well
\n<\/span>Just like this, we disappeared
\n<\/span>Consumed by hunger
\n<\/span>Consumed by thirst
\n<\/span>Consumed by night
\n<\/span>Consumed by death<\/span><\/p>\n

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Traducciones al espa\u00f1ol y al ingl\u00e9s de Christian Elguera<\/span><\/h5>\n

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