Claribel Volcano Flowers Alegría [English Translation of Flowers from the Volcano by Alegría] | life in another language

Claribel Volcano Flowers Alegría [English Translation of Flowers from the Volcano by Alegría] | life in another language

Claribel Volcano Flowers Alegría [English Translation of Flowers from the Volcano by Alegría] | life in another language

Flowers from the Volcano

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To Roberto and Ana María

Fourteen volcanoes rising in my remembered country
in my mythical country
that day to day I invent
fourteen volcanoes
foliage and stone
where strange clouds detain sometimes
the screeching of a lost bird
Who said that my country was green?
it is more red
it is more gray
it is more violent:
Izalco bellows
demanding more lives
The eternal Chac Mool
that collects blood and those which drink the blood from Chac Mool < and the gray orphans
and the volcano drooling
all that incandescent lava and the dead guerrilla
and the thousand betrayed faces and the children who look on the tell the story.

They did not leave us even a kingdom for one by one they fell throughout America
Steel soun ded
in the palaces
on the streets
in the forests
and the centaurs sacked the temple
and the gold was taken away and it continues to move away
in the Yankee's ships
the gold of the coffee
mixed with blood
mixed with the whip and the blood.

The priest fled
screaming
in the middle of the night
his followers convened
and opened the chest of a guerrilla warrior
to offer Chac and his steaming heart.

"Seventh of July fatal night dancing
the tango of the capital." From the darkened terraces
overlooked the volcano of San Salvador
they climb it from the flanks flanks?]
two-storied mansions
protected by walls of four meters in height
they climb iron bars and gardens with roses from england and dwarf evergreens
and pines from Uruguay
a little bit higher
already in the crater
sunken in the crater
live the people of the neighborhood
that cultivate their flowers and send them to the children to sell
The cycle is fast approaching
the Salvadorian flowers
that thrive well in the ash
they grow large and strong and lustrous

the children of the volcano descend
descend like lava
with their bouquets
flowers
like roots they descend
like rivers
the cycle will soon be approaching
those who live in the two-storied house
protected from thieves by walls
they appear at the balcony
they see that red wave
that descends and drown their fear in whiskey
only the poor children
with flowers from the volcano with hyacinths and flowers of Easter [ Poinsettias, "pascuas"?]
mulatas [a type of flower]
but the wave grows
that is going to swallow them because of Chac Mool in turn
continues demanding blood > because the cycle closes because Tlaloc has not died.

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