Antonio Guerrero has written a daily verse for each day during 18 days of isolation in " cavity, "January 26-February 12 2010th Today, February 12, 2011 quit the international movement for freedom for the Five Cuban political prisoners in the U.S. a "poem campaign" through which one of each anniversary of Antonios published daily verse.
To print Antonio himself on his daily verses:
"My stay at Oklahoma Transit Prison was long: 18 days in isolation in a cell called the 'hole', it seemed like an eternity. But some papers and a few stubby pencils, I wrote a diary and some personal and very special letter, spring from this loneliness, of 'Soul Dark Night' by Juan Ramón Jiménez words.
Only part of the diary and just one of the nine letters I wrote reached their addressees. It pained me deeply and I took poetry to help retrieve the loneliness thoughts and to some extent replace the inestimable loss. So 3 to 16 March in Florence Prison saw these verses the light of day, like a diary, which I suggest you read it as a poem (as they say that Shakespeare's sonnets will be read, with no other comparison between this classic work and my modest verses) . In this poem, I chose verses of 10 syllables, without rhyme, as in the sonnets. I seek not rhythmic beauty or perfect rows, and least something original. I just want to take the reader with me to my soul's innermost corners these days of unjust and complete isolation, but also as Darío wrote: 'my objection is recorded' on how I dealt with and the odd loss. "
A haven
Daily Verses of Antonio Guerrero, about 18 days in solitary confinement 2010th
Translation Eva Björklund
Friday, February 12, 2010
On the way over the bottomless
bruises heart, strayed but
accompanied by insignificant
hopes, however truthful,
I see a silent geography
deep in a shimmering snow,
an evasive, elusive landscape,
shelter for freedom mirages.
fatigue is, but I will not give up.
Sar sleeve finns, men inte jag blöd. SA
utmattning mycket, så stor smart, mine
drömmars okuvliga Karlekar
skank Lugn mig, som handfast matter
osynlig för alla men fångvaktare.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Crossing the blue heart
unfathomable, confusing routes,
more, accompanied by hopes
insignificant but true, look at the quiet geography
submerged in a glow snow
territory of the indefinite,
illusions of freedom.
are tired, but I do not give up.
cuts, but did not bleed.
Tanta fatiga, dolores tanto
calmo con el amor de mis sueños
Hecho de una matter invencible
que no los reconocen Guardian.
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