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ISSN
1942-2067
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Last updated:
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Jon enjoys a sizeable following on a well known online site. His preference is poetry, but writes short stories and essays as well. Bilingual, he writes either in Spanish or English. He lives in Colorado with his wife and two sons.
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La Arrogancia (with translation)
[Arrogancia-- a negacion de la justicia. (The denial of justice) ]
Las aguas turbias del Mapocho serpenteaban Santiago
Susurraban sus secretos al crecerse por el deshielo.
Intemporal, bailaban sus ritmos inmutables.
Desde el Puente Bulnes un amanecer se veia lo abominable.
Un ser humano ya vaciado del alma, un fin prematuro y brutal.
Presagio de la mas profunda amargura y de la violencia estatal.
Las corrientes ya no susurraban sino gritaban al sol de la primavera
La ira y la angustia que por anos harian eco en la Cordillera.
Al terminar la temporada el deshielo desvanecio.
Sin embargo, las aguas no bajaban por sus lagrimas de desconsuelo.
Anos despues, nombraron a los lugares y a los nombres,
Y los actos cometidos por "animales," no por hombres.
Aunque su muerte intervino despues, el arquitecto mismo fue arrestado.
La ironia es que la misma arrogancia conducia a que fuera capturado.
Igual que en vida, dejo un pueblo dividido,
Y este, por ultimo, es su verdadero legado.
Hace una generacion que las aguas han dejado de bailar.
Y siguen llorando su lamento.
English Translation:
The cloudy waters of the Mapocho River meandered through Santiago
They shared secrets as the snowmelt swelled the river's flow.
Timeless, they danced to their unchanging rhythms.
From the Bulnes bridge at dawn one day there appeared an abomination
A human emptied of her soul, a premature and brutal end.
A portent of the deepest bitterness and the dark shadow of state violence.
The currents no longer whispered but shouted to the springtime sun
The ire and anguish that for years would echo from the surrounding Andes.
At springtime's end the snowmelt faded,
But the river did not drop, flooded with its tears of despair.
Years later, they revealed the places and the names
And the acts committed by "animals," not men.
Although his death intervened, the grand architect was arrested.
Just as in life, he left a people divided. And this, above all, is his legacy.
A generation has passed since the waters stopped dancing.
And still today they cry our their lament. |
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