{"id":3135,"date":"2019-08-19T21:15:05","date_gmt":"2019-08-19T21:15:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=1404"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:18:00","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:18:00","slug":"julio-pavanetti-uruguay","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/julio-pavanetti-uruguay\/","title":{"rendered":"Julio Pavanetti, Uruguay"},"content":{"rendered":"

JULIO PAVANETTI <\/span><\/span>(Montevideo, Uruguay, 1954) <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He is a poet, a translator and a cultural promoter born in Montevideo, Uruguay in 1954. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He belongs to the generation of young people who suffered under the rigors of the country\u2019s military dictatorship. Facing a very difficult socio-political situation, he decided to leave Uruguay and in 1977 settled permanently in Benidorm (Spain) until 2013, now he lives in <\/span><\/span>Villajoyosa<\/span><\/span>, Alicante (Spain). <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He <\/span><\/span>is <\/span><\/span>f<\/span><\/span>ounder and President of the international poets association \u201c<\/span><\/span>Liceo<\/span><\/span> Po\u00e9tico<\/span><\/span> de Benidorm\u201d. <\/span><\/span>Honorary Vice President of the \u201cWorld Organization of Poets, Writers and Artists\u201d.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Consul of the \u201cInternational World Poets Movement\u201d for Foreign Uruguay<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Cultural Delegate for Uruguay of \u201cHispano-American Union of Writers\u201d<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Associate Academic by the <\/span><\/span>North <\/span><\/span>Americ<\/span><\/span>an Academy of Modern Literature.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Director of the poetry collection “<\/span><\/span>Azul<\/span><\/span>” of <\/span><\/span>Enkuadres<\/span><\/span> Publishers<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>Alzira<\/span><\/span>, Spain.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Director of the International Poetry Festival \u201cBenidorm & Costa Blanca\u201d<\/span><\/span> (FIPBECO)<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Honorary Member of the American Academy of Modern Literature<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Member founder of the Student Academy of Contemporary Art in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, occupying the chair No. 7 “<\/span><\/span>Gabriel Celaya<\/span><\/span>“.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Member of the \u201cAssociation of Spanish Writers and Artists\u201d<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Member of the \u201cSpanish Collegiate Association of Writers\u201d<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Member of the \u201cWorld Poetry Movement\u201d<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He has published <\/span><\/span>elev<\/span><\/span>en books, one of them in Romanian\/Spanish bilingual edition, published in <\/span><\/span>Bucarest<\/span><\/span>, Romania.<\/span><\/span> His book \u201cAl <\/span><\/span>roce<\/span><\/span> de la <\/span><\/span>piel<\/span><\/span> callada<\/span><\/span>\u201d\/\u201cAt the touch of a silent flesh\u201d, won the first prize in the contest of <\/span><\/span>Aspe<\/span><\/span>, Spain, in 2015, and was published in October 2018 in English\/Spanish bilingual edition. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He has participated in several international festivals of poetry <\/span><\/span>and<\/span><\/span>has taken part in <\/span><\/span>more than <\/span><\/span>7<\/span><\/span>0<\/span><\/span> international <\/span><\/span>anthologies<\/span><\/span>. He had<\/span><\/span>received many <\/span><\/span>awards, honors and recognitions<\/span><\/span>, both for his poe<\/span><\/span>try<\/span><\/span> as<\/span><\/span> for his cultural work<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Many of his poems have been translated <\/span><\/span>into <\/span><\/span>English, Italian, Sicilian, Catalan, Arabic, French, Romanian, Portuguese, Croatian, Polish, German, Dutch, Japanese, Chinese, Bulgarian, Turkish, Malay, Korean, Bengali, Greek and Mycenaean Greek (Linear B) <\/span><\/span>and have been published on innumerable <\/span><\/span>Spanish <\/span><\/span>and international newspapers and literary magazines, both in digital and printed format. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

TRAIN OF SHATTERED DREAMS <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u200b \u00a0<\/span><\/span>\u200b\u200b<\/p>\n

The poem refers to the deep tragedy experienced by certain countries <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

in<\/span><\/span> Central America, where thousands of desperate people, ride on the train called “The Beast”, also called “De La <\/span><\/span>Muerte<\/span><\/span>“, crossing all Mexico <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

to<\/span><\/span> reach the United States searching of the famous American dream. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Most emigrants die in their attempt, victims of <\/span><\/span>Maras<\/span><\/span>gangs and drug mafias.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/span>\u200bJ.P.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Desperation travels grasped <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

to<\/span><\/span> an oxidized iron in the coaches of the beast, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

that<\/span><\/span> train that rolls slowly <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

on<\/span><\/span> tired and rusty rails <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

by<\/span><\/span> immobile and uncertain plains <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

avoiding<\/span><\/span> hell in its fluttering. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Desperation is what leads <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

the<\/span><\/span> hungry and undocumented immigrant <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

to<\/span><\/span> cross miles of risk and blind smoke, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

mounted<\/span><\/span> on the loin of the fierce animal, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

ravenous<\/span><\/span> of the essence of man <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

and<\/span><\/span> his longings. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Desperation turns him weak, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

vulnerable<\/span><\/span>, pushing him to huddle <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

the<\/span><\/span> brother of fight, the companion, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

in<\/span><\/span> those uncovered wagons, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

eager<\/span><\/span> to cross that border <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

towards<\/span><\/span> the new horizon of his dreams.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Desperation is the abyss <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

of<\/span><\/span> those that fall asleep and fall, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

a<\/span><\/span> mortal breath between the bodies. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

How many deaths will still have to <\/span><\/span>come<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

and<\/span><\/span> how many women be raped? <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

How unfair this world and how imperfect! <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Desperation is anonymous voice… <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

when<\/span><\/span> corpses pile up, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s the solemn name of the dead <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

the<\/span><\/span> name of fear, that stretches <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

when<\/span><\/span> life remains more deserted <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

and<\/span><\/span> the foals gallop across the chest. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\u00a9Julio <\/span><\/span>Pavanetti<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Translation into English by the author, reviewed by M\u00aa Juliana <\/span><\/span>Villafa\u00f1e<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

THEY SILENCED OUR CHANT…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

They silenced our chant<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

they<\/span><\/span> tear out our feathers<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

and<\/span><\/span> cut our wings<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

without<\/span><\/span> them they push us to the woods<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

they<\/span><\/span> piled up hopeless moons<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

in<\/span><\/span> a horizon that stopped escaping.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Not happy with cutting the chain<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

they<\/span><\/span> broke links <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

and<\/span><\/span> raped our houses<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

they<\/span><\/span> confiscated letters to our parents<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

whilst<\/span><\/span> beyond the sea<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

we<\/span><\/span> had to survive with no news<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

when<\/span><\/span> internet did not exist.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Located in our own abyss<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

we<\/span><\/span> tried to connect our steps<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

to<\/span><\/span> an unhurt hope<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

but<\/span><\/span> in a shared reality<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

we<\/span><\/span> stayed face to face with time.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

We wandered as nomads<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

unknown<\/span><\/span> and unlinked<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

we<\/span><\/span> resist the disillusionment<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

of<\/span><\/span> messy days in memory,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

like<\/span><\/span> lingering feelings in rebelliousness.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

But we had survived<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

teaching<\/span><\/span> exile in freedom<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

burning<\/span><\/span> each one on them own way<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

in<\/span><\/span> a fight against the sea that brought us<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

deaf<\/span><\/span> rumours of absences.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Temporary lives with us<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

although<\/span><\/span> it sleeps out in the open.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Human being gets used to everything,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

some<\/span><\/span> of us saw muses go away<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

while<\/span><\/span> we tried to reborn<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

breathing<\/span><\/span> peripheries.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Trapped in the net<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

that<\/span><\/span> warps survival<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

muses<\/span><\/span> slowly came back<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

others<\/span><\/span> rediscovered them<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

drowning<\/span><\/span> dictatorship on alcohol<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

but<\/span><\/span> sooner or later all of us<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

came<\/span><\/span> back to look for lost youth.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Life is like a wound that worsens with years.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\u00a9 Julio <\/span><\/span>Pavanetti<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Translated into English by Prof. Gabriela <\/span><\/span>Pavanetti<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

HOW FRAGILE BEAUTY IS TONIGHT<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

How fragile beauty is tonight<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

suspended<\/span><\/span> between candid remains<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

interwoven<\/span><\/span> with summer strands<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

transforming<\/span><\/span> your body into sea.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Untangled from the shadows, the moon<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

moves<\/span><\/span> between whitened ants<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

and<\/span><\/span> lays to dream among us <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

with<\/span><\/span> the soft murmur of waves.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Accomplice of the games in the dark<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

disperses<\/span><\/span> over the ocean the seeds of light<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

particles<\/span><\/span> of a mysterious dust <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

that<\/span><\/span> the breeze entangles in your hair. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

The sand remains warm<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

delineates<\/span><\/span> the contour of our bodies<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

while<\/span><\/span> your hands reinvent filigrees <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

to<\/span><\/span> the bird that poses in my back.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Your lips slide along the curve<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

of<\/span><\/span> my flesh, advancing without obstacles<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

crossing<\/span><\/span> the threshold to my essence<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

unfolding<\/span><\/span> my wings.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

\u00a9 Julio <\/span><\/span>Pavanetti<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Translated into English by <\/span><\/span>Mar\u00eda<\/span><\/span> Juliana <\/span><\/span>Villafa\u00f1e<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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