tlamatinis funambulism
excerpts from Víctor Terán’s “Poems/ Diidxado’”
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The earth is like a great comal
above God’s hot coals
in my hand it lies dying
the turtle dove that dreamed of cooing you to sleep
Just yesterday
I was a bell
joyfully coming and going
Why is it birthed in me
to knife the heart
Now bring me
the birds
that you find in the trees
Love
goes and comes like the night
Laugh shadow
or beat it to look for your skeleton!
With these memories, how can I feel hurt?
Though you left me, how can I abhor you?
Who said
Forgetting exists
Maybe because of this, God doesn’t die
…
Guidxilayú ri’ naca ti dxia naro’ba’ qui gapa xhibia’
candaabi’ lu xté diuxi
ndaani’ naya’ nexheguundu’ guguhuiini’
guleza lii
Neegue’ ca nga
rilué’ xquiibalé yu’du’
ze’ ne zeeda
xiñee nisi nuaa’
gudxiga’ yaana’ xii
Latané naa nagasi
guirá manihuiini’ ruunda’
guidxélatu lu yaga,
Guendaranaxhii
rie ne reeda casi huaxhinni
Bixidxi la’ bandá’
pacaa guyé yeyubi dxitaládilu’
Paraa chiguniná guendarietenala’ dxi’ naa ya’
Paraa, neca zelu,’ gácananaladxe’ lii ya’
Tuungue ná
Nabani guendarusiaaanda’
Zándaca runi nga diuxi qui huayati
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