{"id":3079,"date":"2018-11-22T13:44:12","date_gmt":"2018-11-22T13:44:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=1030"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:15:33","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:15:33","slug":"susana-roberts-argentinia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/susana-roberts-argentinia\/","title":{"rendered":"Susana Roberts, Argentinia"},"content":{"rendered":"

Susana Roberts- Argentinian poet-writer-translator-peacemaker <\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n

Resides in Trelew- Chubut-Patagonian, Argentina, dedicated to the Culture of Peace
\nDr. Litt Honoris Causa-WAAC-2009.Vital Member WAAC.Ca.EEUU.
\nAmbassador of Peace by Mil Milennia.org- Pea.org-(Senate of Argentine Nation (Unesco-Unicef).
\nVice. Dir. IFLAC- Argentina and Latin America\/ Honorary Member Global Harmony Association-Russia\/ Member SELAE: European Society of Writers and Artists\/
\nUniversal Ambassador of Peace n 537-Circle of Ambassadors-Geneva-Switzerland.
\nMember of Noosphera Ethical Ecological World Assembly-Russia.(NEEWA)
\nMember Presidium WFSC (World Forum of Spiritual Culture) -Kazakhstan.
\nInternational Cultural Ambassador – SIPEA.
\nAmbassador “The Love Foundation” -Tampa-Florida-USA.
\nBilingual publications in many countries. Participation in many World, National and International Congresses. Honored award with the 1st prize to the translation by lPCRT -China. Won national, international Prizes, SADE awards including 1st Prize in English WAAC, WCP Trujillo-Peru 2014. Activity and trajectory awarded by the Government of the Prov. Del Chubut-Argentina during 2013-2016. Prize Grand Master Award for World Ladies Grand Masters in the Senate of Argentina Nation- CABA. 2018. Honored by India Intercultural Association with International Sahitya Shree award. And International Honor Lady with Roses award-Buenos Aires-Argentina MS Production.<\/p>\n

Participated in Spanish and English Anthologies along the World, Finalist the Medal of Peace Prize by Foundation Salvador Allende.org-Chile 2010-. Big Prize to the trajectory by Asolapo Arg. International Award. Publications in newspapers: In Spain-Greece, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Belgium, Albany, India\u2026Etc. Co-author of many books and anthologies.Prologuist.<\/p>\n

Bilingual Books: Rostros \/ Faces. El vuelo del Ave \/ the flight’s bird. Arte y virtud en la evoluci\u00f3n humana\/Art and Virtue in human evolution – in French, Epub-France-Alter Editions).<\/p>\n

THE INMIGRANT<\/strong><\/p>\n

The clear-eyed, wise man
\nTook a deep breath
\nGave thanks to Heaven
\nFor his arrival alive
\nThe Mimosa hit the coast
\nThe man kissed the land
\nArid, dried out<\/strong><\/p>\n

From the distance
\nThe Indian leered at him
\nImbued with anguish
\nReversing the course of his hope
\nA constant, austere wind
\nCuddled hum up<\/strong><\/p>\n

The sea baptized his clothes
\nHis luggage
\nThe victuals
\nThe same solitude
\nTwisted his entrails
\nThe *cymraeg and memories
\nMade him sing in his heart<\/strong><\/p>\n

The south opened to him, his arms
\nThe birds greeted in their nest
\nAnd the richness of the sea and its coasts<\/strong><\/p>\n

Later, that clears eyed man
\nStarting hitting the road
\nSowed wheat, built chapels
\nWatched the Indian
\nFor a long time, all quiet<\/strong><\/p>\n

Indians loved the land
\nCultivated by the stranger
\nThe wind cut into pieces man\u2019s face
\nAnd with it swing made him older<\/strong><\/p>\n

Beyond further, guanacos, pewen
\nThe legend and the cry of half breed Indians
\nSpilled blood on the plateau!<\/strong><\/p>\n

It was in August that San Jose transpired
\nPigeons had uproar in their bell tower
\nThe Gulf was shivering
\nThe biguas, flamingos
\nThe great bustards, the sea gulls
\nTurned gray this afternoon
\nThe clear eyed man
\nSang his hymn
\nRose his regard and
\nsighed the very last time.
\n*cymraeg: welsh language.
\nCopyright-Susana Roberts<\/strong><\/p>\n


\nA WORK OF ART<\/strong><\/p>\n

How to shape a precious work of art?
\nHow to do with hisses resounding in my coast with
\nthe rhythm of\u00a0the sand and hummingbirds?<\/p>\n

How to do with prays
\nthey\u00a0open the windows to a new day?
\nhow to do this echoes tremble
\nin the silence of your company ?<\/p>\n

How to know your rhythm and the rhythm
\nof your work through memory
\nwith so many free dawns
\nand dead hopes?<\/p>\n

How to shape\u00a0the balance
\nof the blood in my veins
\nasking for a new light
\namong brothers?<\/p>\n

It will be marvelous
\nbuilding\u00a0together the major
\npiece of art in an united symphony of love
\nall over the earth.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copyright-Susana Roberts.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Argentina<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

ANGEL OF KINDNESS\u2026AND \u00bfLIBYA?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Angel of kindness
\n\u00bfWhere was your pedestal?<\/strong><\/p>\n

words, frightened birds
\nflying in the dark
\nand Libya is bleeding
\nimpossible deals
\nconcubine\u2019s blood on their streets, their dead<\/strong><\/p>\n

and you? …
\nyou are reading the newspaper
\nyour woman nursing a child
\nneutral hope
\nunfortunate hell
\nthe single sea salt
\nshows me a sun of stone
\nwhere the terror stopped
\nin the solitude of my eyes
\nalongside the life
\ncopyright-Susana Roberts<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

THE WHOLE BLUE<\/strong><\/p>\n

You spilt the whole blue
\nOver my eyes
\nLike honey sweetness
\nIntoxicates jasmines
\nHumidity is penitent of love
\nthe verb is meeting down
\nthe infinite ocean<\/strong><\/p>\n

I write Peace as I write sorrow
\nwith fire and air
\npressed in my fist
\nthe light is growing
\nLike a strong fight
\nInside the hollow of my skin
\nComing over to my shoulder
\nRight now that
\nI am a flame of your body<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copyright \u00a9-Susana Roberts<\/strong><\/p>\n

TO WHOM DOES MIND?<\/strong><\/p>\n

To whom does mind?
\nMy lonely bones
\nspun in the naked segment of the cotton
\nTo whom does mind?
\nMy flesh and pupils of my eyes
\nthe golden wanderer\u2019s\u00a0 song
\nin the streets of my dreams<\/strong><\/p>\n

To whom does mind?
\nIf tomorrow I die, my son
\ntoday is Sunday
\nyour call blinks in the shadows<\/strong><\/p>\n

If never mind
\nI will go to the park
\nwhere my age
\nis waiting for more readings<\/strong><\/p>\n

I will go
\nto feel myself embraced
\nby the river in its joy
\nwhile\u00a0the sunset prepares the waters
\nentangling some tales in\u00a0the afternoon
\nbetween junipers<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then maybe
\nI get drunk
\nwith the lights that fade in the banks
\nthe lonely balanced and dry picture
\nin the contour of the figures of the autumn<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copyright \u00a9-Susana Roberts<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a1 PEOPLE TREMBLE!<\/strong><\/p>\n

People who are living with a lack of adjectives
\nmany diseases in daffodils and narcissi
\nare shedding when the pain
\ninside the petals
\ndefoliates many flowers<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a1People tremble in the light!
\nduring the idus<\/em> of May and September
\nthat sharp flash
\non the gates
\nthe rictus and love<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a1People tremble in front of the indolent!
\nWhen the light was germinating
\nbut banished from the bulb<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a1People are Trembling, meeting others souls!
\nignominy to the wind
\nmadness flashes in the darkness<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fury is a constant flame that bleeds
\nthe good is a gift
\nin the distance the speed and wills
\n\u00a1 People tremble with detachment!
\nthe pure internal glance
\nlove and dizzy
\njoining steps done
\nhearts of the people
\na new fertile soil
\nunder the bluest shades
\nin the silence traffic of words
\nand the virtuous search<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copyright-Susana Roberts<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

ETERNITY<\/strong><\/p>\n

I left the absence
\nIn a crystal of violets<\/strong><\/p>\n

I left a carousel at the corners
\nwhen I was going behind the violins
\nand let the cement dilated my feet<\/strong><\/p>\n

I left off the urban sky
\nin the window’ seams
\nwith light of tears
\nentering the room
\nraising an universe of angel
\nbirds and dawns
\nclimbing a dream
\nin the sky of another wall<\/strong><\/p>\n

I let your silence
\nforget me
\nin the sweat of roofs
\nafter the rain<\/strong><\/p>\n

I left, then
\nmy book to you, at the station
\nwhen the Orient Express
\nshook my heart again and again
\n\u00bfIs this eternity?
\nIn freedom, so pure the soul
\nor is it a game?
\nA mix of musk and rubies
\nwith the simple excuse
\nto remain alive<\/strong><\/p>\n

perhaps many silences
\nare nesting caresses
\nand they are lovers
\nwarm breaths
\nthe whole purpose
\nQueen of the Night
\nin the body of water.<\/p>\n

<\/strong>copyright .Susana Roberts<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

GOLDEN FRUITS<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

At the dawn of times
\n<\/strong>In my heavenly world
\n<\/strong>It was handed a strange seal
\n<\/strong>Lying in the palm of the hand
\n<\/strong>I saw a lush garden
\n<\/strong>With golden fruits
\n<\/strong>That is the secret
\n<\/strong>The donations amazed me
\n<\/strong>Surprises in the extensive research
\n<\/strong>To find persons with extraordinary soul
\n<\/strong>These are the actual conditions we meet us
\n<\/strong>in any horizon
\n<\/strong>where brotherhood is blessed.<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

SUSANA ROBERTS-Argentina.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>LOOKING FOR YOU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh!, Life of my body and my strength , all of you, soul and heart, oh! You are my heart and soul! all of you have become all my being, that’s why you are all me. I’ve become nothing in you, that’s why I’m all you. Rumi<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I crossed many centuries
\n<\/strong>with humid eyes
\n<\/strong>with child’s tears
\n<\/strong>sand and wind<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I got drunk
\n<\/strong>of your pious love
\n<\/strong>printed in me
\n<\/strong>your name
\n<\/strong>since a divine memory<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

you know all this
\n<\/strong>in an unlimited time
\n<\/strong>the impossible shapes
\n<\/strong>you know who you are
\n<\/strong>and you don\u2019t recognize me<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

with what name should I invoke you
\n<\/strong>in this land of signs
\n<\/strong>when I kiss the distance
\n<\/strong>in the long race
\n<\/strong>of my tears to your house?<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I got lost
\n<\/strong>in the call of wind
\n<\/strong>behind curtains
\n<\/strong>where blood trembles
\n<\/strong>and we are with the truth
\n<\/strong>the part of a puzzle
\n<\/strong>anointed with untamed tenderness
\n<\/strong>in the same flight of the fire
\n<\/strong>when I name you and you name me
\n<\/strong>from the spiritual axis of the Universe.<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Susana Roberts-Patagonia Argentina<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

THE LAST OXYGEN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ocean, I am looking inside you
\nFor the origin and
\nin your orbit of salt
\nI open my hands
\nto keep your hours forever
\nThis sacred blood is close
\nto the axis of wind
\nI kiss the metallic ring
\nwhen the lights go out in the port
\nand with internal fibers
\nI assemble parcels
\nwith men\u2019s narrowness and
\nthe fold of their litigator\u2019s shields
\nOn the breast of the mother earth
\nIn the precarious cover
\nThis precious dark nest is travelling
\nStretching the south cross
\nTo break the misadventure
\nIn the village of the sea
\nInvading with fish burnt crops
\nBefore you unite quakes with your anger
\nTo the contaminated outrage
\nI look for hostages in the high tide
\nWith this obstinate custom
\nOf a deserted mirror
\nThat hold to the skin of questions
\nAnd fill hands with scales
\nIn the protective rite
\nRegenerate a piece
\nof our last oxygen.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copyrigth-Susana Roberts.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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