TROPO A LA UÑA
Literatura y Arte / Año VIII / Junio-Agosto 2007
Director y editor: Miguel Ángel Meza Robles.
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Heriberto Hernández fue uno de los jóvenes poetas cubanos fundadores, en la década entre 1980 y 1990, en Cuba de lo que se llamó "nueva poesía cubana", específicamente como seguidor de la poesía del gran poeta cubano José Lezama Lima y de la tradición universal de una poesía que se sustenta en los valores trascendentes y bellas y ricas imágenes.Radamés Molina Montes. (editor / Linkgua ediciones)
Published by Linkgua ediciones, 2007
ISBN 8498167183, 9788498167184
108 pages
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ARIQUE se publica en Cuba, de forma artesanal, en edición trimestral limitada de 200 ejemplares desde Julio de 2000. Regularmente en la web desde octubre de 2005.
Novena entregaTHE CITY OF BRIDGES IS COMMITTING SUICIDE,
.........putting itself to sleep.
In the house of the musicians
.........a girl, her face darkened with fear
.........has placed a shell beneath the sound;
.........but everybody is dreaming,
.........closing their eyes and dreaming that there is no need to jump,
.........to hurl yourself off the bridge
.........when there's music to fill up the labyrinths.
On the stairway, they have placed mountains of papers to stop people from going up
.........from going out on the balconies,
.........and baring their breasts
.........and the city like a witness, needs some minimal testimony
.........a piece of heart to throw off the bridge.
They have begun to share out in equal portions the bitter tea
.........and the pieces of lemon cut
.........with the sharp gesture of sadness,
.........they have begun to cut absence in two,
.........but the girl
.........does not want to remember that there was a time when she was not alone,
.........once, she could not picture solitude.
On the antique clock, everyone is eager to leave a mark,
.........a gouge in the wood that time will make bleed,
.........then, all wrongdoings will be rewarded
.........all blood spilled will be like old bitterness spilling
.........then we won't have to worry
.........about the girl flying ever so lightly off the bridge, violating the air.
The musician is a docile restless animal
.........the city is his mask;
.........he has seen the waters fill up with light and dreams,
.........but the girls have decided to cut their hair off,
.........they've decided to put on a mask so they can forget the music.
Poesía de las dos orillas (1959-1993). Madrid. Libertarias/Prodhufi, 1994