<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-629749456119206497</id><updated>2011-09-24T10:42:31.904-07:00</updated><category term='Ariane Osorio'/><category term='Hipólito Curiqueo'/><category term='Elena Liliana Popescu'/><category term='mapudungun'/><category term='inglés'/><category term='Vinicius Lena'/><title type='text'>Luis Macaya Jiménez</title><subtitle type='html'>Poesía original</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ediciones Koyawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17324518940422068267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwiJWOiKENE/TaJjYe5H_pI/AAAAAAAABEo/BsjWilwUZdA/s220/foto16327.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-629749456119206497.post-950259127631716487</id><published>2009-06-28T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:19:25.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/629749456119206497-950259127631716487?l=lmacaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/feeds/950259127631716487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default/950259127631716487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default/950259127631716487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Ediciones Koyawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17324518940422068267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwiJWOiKENE/TaJjYe5H_pI/AAAAAAAABEo/BsjWilwUZdA/s220/foto16327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-629749456119206497.post-6221201925974824435</id><published>2009-06-20T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:43:46.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinicius Lena'/><title type='text'>Poemas en Portugués</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. LOCURA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás mañana, pero hoy...&lt;br /&gt;¿qué pasaría?... todo... nada...&lt;br /&gt;Si sólo supiera que es primero,&lt;br /&gt;qué después... ¿QUE COSA?... Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo silencio y luego... todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la mente que estaba quebrada,&lt;br /&gt;de repente siente pena,&lt;br /&gt;miedo, rabia, ODIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y despierto con el alba,&lt;br /&gt;con el bullicio descanso,&lt;br /&gt;y con el silencio mi mente&lt;br /&gt;trabaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También sueña,&lt;br /&gt;sí, también miente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Es mi turno?&lt;br /&gt;- ¡No! El siguiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;10. LOUCURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez amanhã, ou hoje...&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceria? tudo...nada...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu soubesse o que vem primeiro&lt;br /&gt;O que, depois... O quê?...nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só a mente que estava pertubada&lt;br /&gt;De repente sente dor&lt;br /&gt;medo, raiva, ODIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acodo com a alba&lt;br /&gt;Com o barulho descanso&lt;br /&gt;E com o silêncio minha mente&lt;br /&gt;trábala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também sonha,&lt;br /&gt;sim, também mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—É o meu turno?&lt;br /&gt;—Não! O seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;70. QUE DEL POETA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretendo justificarte&lt;br /&gt;alzándome a tu voz queda,&lt;br /&gt;buscando el lazo que no ata&lt;br /&gt;las distancias de ese tiempo&lt;br /&gt;oriundo de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No conozco el por qué&lt;br /&gt;elegiste momentos silentes&lt;br /&gt;rodeándote de mares,&lt;br /&gt;ufano y doliente,&lt;br /&gt;diríase acorde&lt;br /&gt;al verso de amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;70. UM QUE DO POETA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretendo justificar-te elevando-me &lt;br /&gt;a tua voz parada&lt;br /&gt;buscando o&lt;br /&gt;laço que não ata as distâncias desse tempo&lt;br /&gt;oriundo de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não conheço o porque&lt;br /&gt;elegeste momentos silentes&lt;br /&gt;rodeando-te de mares&lt;br /&gt;ufano e doente se&lt;br /&gt;diria de acordo&lt;br /&gt;a verso de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;125. HUMANIDAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como podría bajarte las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;siendo tan terrenal&lt;br /&gt;como regalarte bellas rosas&lt;br /&gt;si apenas las sé plantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;125. HUMANIDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como poderia baixar-te as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;sendo tão terrena&lt;br /&gt;como doar-te belas rosas&lt;br /&gt;se apenas as sei plantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;215. GOTAS DE LLUVIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenas intenciones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotas de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;que caen al mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;215.GOTAS DE CHUVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas intenções:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotas de chuva&lt;br /&gt;que caem ao mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Poesía de Luis Macaya Jiménez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Taduzindo: Vinícius Lena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/629749456119206497-6221201925974824435?l=lmacaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6221201925974824435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default/6221201925974824435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default/6221201925974824435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Poemas en Portugués'/><author><name>Ediciones Koyawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17324518940422068267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwiJWOiKENE/TaJjYe5H_pI/AAAAAAAABEo/BsjWilwUZdA/s220/foto16327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-629749456119206497.post-7118966826259015712</id><published>2009-06-14T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:46:14.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ariane Osorio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inglés'/><title type='text'>Poemas en Inglés</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;109. Amor virtual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo a ti  te dije:&lt;br /&gt;¡eres mi vida!&lt;br /&gt;Y no me creiste nada&lt;br /&gt;¿era mentira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú me dijiste entonces:&lt;br /&gt;¡te quiero tanto!&lt;br /&gt;Y yo me quedé en silencio&lt;br /&gt;pensativo, pensando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dos nos miramos, luego,&lt;br /&gt;y fuimos por la calle abrazados,&lt;br /&gt;tú  me pediste un beso&lt;br /&gt;yo te regalé un abrazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú y yo en un mundo aparte&lt;br /&gt;creyendo que nos amamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109. I to you told you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I to you told you: &lt;br /&gt;—You are my life! &lt;br /&gt;And you didn't believe me anything &lt;br /&gt;I said was lie? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And then you told me: &lt;br /&gt;—I love you so much! &lt;br /&gt;And I was silenced &lt;br /&gt;pensive, thinking. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We looked at  ourselves, &lt;br /&gt;and then  we  walked down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked for a kiss&lt;br /&gt;and I gave you a hug. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You and I in a different worlds &lt;br /&gt;believing that we love each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Traducción: Ariane Osorio)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/629749456119206497-7118966826259015712?l=lmacaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7118966826259015712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/poemas-en-ingles.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default/7118966826259015712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default/7118966826259015712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/poemas-en-ingles.html' title='Poemas en Inglés'/><author><name>Ediciones Koyawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17324518940422068267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwiJWOiKENE/TaJjYe5H_pI/AAAAAAAABEo/BsjWilwUZdA/s220/foto16327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-629749456119206497.post-7003425985837696042</id><published>2009-06-14T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:37:51.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hipólito Curiqueo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mapudungun'/><title type='text'>Poemas en mapudungun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. El patio de mi casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El patio de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;el tibio sol&lt;br /&gt;el polvo en mis zapatos&lt;br /&gt;el moscardón;&lt;br /&gt;una abeja solitaria&lt;br /&gt;mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;un ladrido en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;mi despertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La siesta de la tarde&lt;br /&gt;tu trajinar&lt;br /&gt;el sonido de los platos&lt;br /&gt;mi adormecer&lt;br /&gt;el chancletear de tus pasos&lt;br /&gt;gorrión canción&lt;br /&gt;la semilla germinada&lt;br /&gt;mi admiración&lt;br /&gt;el cajón destartalado&lt;br /&gt;y la batea&lt;br /&gt;donde lavas la semana&lt;br /&gt;que ha terminado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Lepun ruka meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepün ruka meu&lt;br /&gt;chid külei antü&lt;br /&gt;trumau niei ñi sümel&lt;br /&gt;ka rürülei&lt;br /&gt;kiñe diwmeñ kidulei&lt;br /&gt;ka kidulen&lt;br /&gt;kiñe fotran kura kañpüle mülei&lt;br /&gt;ka nepen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag antü umautuken&lt;br /&gt;kintukeimi&lt;br /&gt;yawawi ta rali&lt;br /&gt;umaukunueneu&lt;br /&gt;tami wesa trekan&lt;br /&gt;üñüm ülkantui&lt;br /&gt;choyoni tañi gan&lt;br /&gt;afmatukeyu&lt;br /&gt;watrolei ta kakon&lt;br /&gt;fei külei patia&lt;br /&gt;fill antü küchatuimi&lt;br /&gt;ka fei deumaimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. En esa edad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, en esa edad&lt;br /&gt;en que todas las cosas&lt;br /&gt;se ven blancas como la nieve&lt;br /&gt;y mis primeras canas,&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo se perdona&lt;br /&gt;hasta la maldad más cruel,&lt;br /&gt;hasta la mentira más ruin&lt;br /&gt;y hasta el dolor más amargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, en esa edad&lt;br /&gt;cuando los errores de los jóvenes&lt;br /&gt;y sus ideales y sus amores&lt;br /&gt;hagan sentir la vida&lt;br /&gt;como si fuera toda mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esa edad,&lt;br /&gt;yo miraré las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;antes de verlas&lt;br /&gt;y tomaré el sol cuando hace rato&lt;br /&gt;haya salido... y estaré tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esa edad,&lt;br /&gt;trasnocharé en mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;y amaneceré en mi cama,&lt;br /&gt;y mirando tu paz, en silencio&lt;br /&gt;te diré: "ya estamos viejos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Fente lei tañi tripantu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inche, fentelei tañi tripantu&lt;br /&gt;kom fente pui ni duam&lt;br /&gt;lig külei pire&lt;br /&gt;lig külei ni kal&lt;br /&gt;fente pui ni duam&lt;br /&gt;wedañma ka wedañmangelu&lt;br /&gt;ka koilagelu pofre ngelu&lt;br /&gt;ka weda füre kutrangelu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inche, fentelei tañi tripantu&lt;br /&gt;wesa femflu wecheke wentru&lt;br /&gt;tañi kim ka tañi poyen&lt;br /&gt;petu ta mongeleiñ&lt;br /&gt;kom inche ngefulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fentelei tañi tripantu&lt;br /&gt;inche adkiñtuan ta wangülen pelafin&lt;br /&gt;nügkünuan ta antü fente pulu&lt;br /&gt;tripalu lafkületun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fentelei tañi tripantu&lt;br /&gt;umautukelan tañi peuman&lt;br /&gt;umaken tañi ngütantumeu&lt;br /&gt;adkintulen ka dungukelan&lt;br /&gt;feipiken: “feula kom füchaiñ”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Senderos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy por senderos, caminar&lt;br /&gt;voy tempranito, caminar&lt;br /&gt;pasando cercas, caminar&lt;br /&gt;saltando pircas, caminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasan minutos, caminar&lt;br /&gt;pasan las horas, caminar&lt;br /&gt;ya voy llegando, caminar&lt;br /&gt;voy a la escuela, caminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subo los cerros, caminar&lt;br /&gt;bajo quebradas, caminar&lt;br /&gt;alzo la vista, caminar&lt;br /&gt;y el sol me mira al caminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco la leña, caminar&lt;br /&gt;traigo normatas, caminar&lt;br /&gt;ato a mi espalda, caminar,&lt;br /&gt;calor y pan para mi hogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomo los ganchos, caminar&lt;br /&gt;y un par de tarros, caminar&lt;br /&gt;me voy p'al bajo, caminar&lt;br /&gt;la sed del pozo a alimentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy al pueblo, caminar&lt;br /&gt;frutita fresca llevaré&lt;br /&gt;quesito 'e cabra venderé&lt;br /&gt;y unos pesitos quedarán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harina y sal yo compraré&lt;br /&gt;un par de dulces traeré&lt;br /&gt;para los niños y mamá&lt;br /&gt;y sus carita alegraré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya me voy yendo caminar&lt;br /&gt;me voy al pueblo a trabajar&lt;br /&gt;arriba 'e un poste cantaré&lt;br /&gt;la del camino, caminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me voy triste caminar&lt;br /&gt;yo siempre a ti regresaré&lt;br /&gt;si no voy yo irá mi grey,&lt;br /&gt;pues siempre irse es regresar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Rüpü meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amulen rüpü meu, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;amulen puliwen, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;rupafin malal (mamüll), trekalen&lt;br /&gt;rünküfin malal kura, trekalen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pichi feula, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;pichi rupalu, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;epe akulen, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;amulen chillkatuwe meu, trekalen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pürafin ta winkul, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;nag watron mapu, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;wenu püramün ni ge, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;pe nieneu antü, trekalen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kintun ta mamüll, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;küpalün mamüll, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;trarifin furimeu, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;are kofke mülei ruka meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nükunüfin pültrüwe meu, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;epugen taru, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;amulen nag, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;wüiwün lolo ko pütokon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amun waria meu, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;yeniean fuskün fün&lt;br /&gt;lichi chüñü kapüra traukituan&lt;br /&gt;ka pichi niean kulliñ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rügo chadi inche ngüllayan&lt;br /&gt;ka kochülü küpalniean&lt;br /&gt;pichike che ka ni ñuke&lt;br /&gt;tani ge ayiüküleay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka amulen, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;amun waria meu küdawan&lt;br /&gt;wenu orkon meu ülkantuan&lt;br /&gt;fey rüpü meu, trekalen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amutuan weñagkülelan, trekalen&lt;br /&gt;eimi meu inche wüñotuan&lt;br /&gt;amunuli inche ka dullin che amuay&lt;br /&gt;fill amutuli ka wüñoan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Traducción de Hipólito Curiqueo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/629749456119206497-7003425985837696042?l=lmacaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7003425985837696042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/poemas-en-mapudungun.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default/7003425985837696042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default/7003425985837696042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/poemas-en-mapudungun.html' title='Poemas en mapudungun'/><author><name>Ediciones Koyawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17324518940422068267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwiJWOiKENE/TaJjYe5H_pI/AAAAAAAABEo/BsjWilwUZdA/s220/foto16327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-629749456119206497.post-7166013047578146244</id><published>2009-06-14T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:50:17.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elena Liliana Popescu'/><title type='text'>Poemas en rumano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invocación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                 a Jorge Teillier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú que habitas y reinas&lt;br /&gt;en cada libro&lt;br /&gt;que no he podido leer.&lt;br /&gt;Estarás esperándome en ellos&lt;br /&gt;gloria y dicha de los que sí&lt;br /&gt;asistieron en tu tiempo&lt;br /&gt;a la cita de tu palabra.&lt;br /&gt;El pueblo se ha hecho tuyo&lt;br /&gt;como el mío y el de tantos.&lt;br /&gt;Hojas de camino polvoriento,&lt;br /&gt;letras de lluvia y barro.&lt;br /&gt;Viajas ahora en nubes&lt;br /&gt;frescas y esponjosas&lt;br /&gt;diciéndome:&lt;br /&gt;“Aquí guardo mis lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;mi vida y sueños os dejo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invocaţie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                            lui Jorge Teillier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu care locuieşti şi guvernezi&lt;br /&gt;în fiecare carte&lt;br /&gt;pe care n-am putut să o citesc.&lt;br /&gt;Vei fi -aşteptându-mă în ele-&lt;br /&gt;gloria şi bucuria celor ce&lt;br /&gt;au fost prezenţi în timpul vieţii tale&lt;br /&gt;la întâlnirea cu rostirea ta.&lt;br /&gt;Satul a devenit al tău&lt;br /&gt;ca şi al meu, şi al atâtor alţii.&lt;br /&gt;Fâşii de drum prăfuit,&lt;br /&gt;litere de ploaie şi noroi.&lt;br /&gt;Călătoreşti acum prin nori&lt;br /&gt;proaspeţi şi vaporoşi&lt;br /&gt;spunându-mi:&lt;br /&gt;“Aici îmi păstrez lacrimile,&lt;br /&gt;îmi las viaţa şi visele”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traducere de Elena Liliana Popescu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/629749456119206497-7166013047578146244?l=lmacaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7166013047578146244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/poemas-en-rumano.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default/7166013047578146244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/629749456119206497/posts/default/7166013047578146244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lmacaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/poemas-en-rumano.html' title='Poemas en rumano'/><author><name>Ediciones Koyawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17324518940422068267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwiJWOiKENE/TaJjYe5H_pI/AAAAAAAABEo/BsjWilwUZdA/s220/foto16327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
