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Machu Picchu Spanish Conquistadors
Jorge Alejandro Vargas Prado
jorgeavargasp@gmail.com
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Borderline poem 3
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Borderline poem 10
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Query 1:
Untie the following knot.
a) God
b) the poem
c) you
d) a healthy baby who whispers in quechua
e) eternity
f) other: _____________________
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Query 3:
Read this text by Lady Chávez Flores and
answer.
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my mind. A glass of sheeps’ head soup that I
cut for you.
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that are the colors of Peru
that are the colors of the stridency
that are the colors of a fluoric huayno concert
that are the colors of each one of the
Amazonian tongues
that are the colors of the eyes and skin of the
same god multiplied and diversified.
The gods cry at the back of our neck that is
their home, that is the gaseous dimension
where they gravitate peacefully, it is the
plane next to the still sea of amniotic fluid.
The roots take my legs, a group of women in
white invite me to close my eyes, small elves
play tricks on me, I travel laid back on a
canoe that slides through a river of musical
bubbles.
The burning pile of your names, your Spanish
tarot cards, the iridescent book of your
absences crosses the tense and translucent
layers of my skin.
Some ants display their beautiful feet over
the keys of a synthesizer.
The formidable show of an insect moving on
his back, the cosmic crystal pool of the
insect’s eyes, the double-faced trees, the
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light blue aura of the stones, the mirror that
emerges from the tied hands of Venus and
the moon.
The castle that contains us.
The house that I build again with columns of
cigar smoke that keeps warm those who have
died of cold.
The bedroom that I build again with coca
leaves that feed those who have died
because of hunger like you, like you, like you
and like all my other grandparents from 500
years ago.
I depart with my buttocks stronger.
I depart now that I’m old.
I depart because I have seen your faces on
religious stamps.
I have vomited the old house of terror.
I’ve vomited the plastic factory, the asbestos
skyscraper that was built on both sides of my
breastbone.
I’ve vomited rotten dinosaurs.
I’ve vomited all the
sins of the world
and the blue wounds
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that flew from my mouth
like big nocturnal butterflies.
I’ve vomited shells and knives and stones with
sharp edges
and tempests and metallic shoes
and the cadmium, cobalt, iron, bronze and
blueish
of the sky.
I’ve vomited both sides of my breastbone
and the shell of my body.
And I was no longer the imperative
procession of your names, because not only
did the ants and a Peruvian dog painted with
the colors of the gods accompany me,
but I knew how to recognize you in the stars.
I say goodbye because I must build my home
in the profound valley of my breast
where you will be the highest and smiliest
trees in the world
where nothing will be missing and no one will
die because of hunger or cold.
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I say goodbye with bright eyes, the same way
you say goodbye and celebrate the last rains
of April.
I’m a puma crowned with a traditional hat by
small elves.
Looking for you I have awoken the gods in
myself.
Say goodbye to me celebrating the
projection of the prism over my forehead.
Say goodbye to me forgiving my sporadic
tractor clumsiness.
Say goodbye to me opening the eye of your
own forehead.
Say goodbye to me thinking of the still sea of
amniotic fluid
and of the gaseous dimension where gods
rest.
Say goodbye to me thinking of the balance
and explosion of the clouds
that lift our new home in the stars.
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Do not think.
Do not judge.
Do not presuppose.
that life stops and muddles itself that way.
Trust the sky-blue sword of your body
the sea
and the purple magma that boils in your
head.
Let the trees point cloudward when you point
cloudward.
Let the dogs bark.
Do not be scared
because fear can corrode the diamond
mountain ranges that sustain us.
Do not be afraid of the flower of your frown.
Love is patient.
Love flows like the river of stars above us
immense
bright
and quiet.
Do not fear the astonishing hurricane of fire
which is just a confused reflection
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that your eyes project
onto the chest of this
turquoise star
cubic-spherical-African star
rotating atom
brother of the sun.
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Guíame Sr. de Qoyllurrit’i
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