Nadando en el perdón

El rostro de mil pecados se encontraba atrapado en aquella ventana. Ya no quedaba nadie de ningún lado. Solo un rostro sin arrepentir flotando en la reja del perdón.

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Reading and Poetry Performance

Alejandro as part of Los Lunes Workshop was invited to perform in a series of events in 2014

Pratt Art Institute – April 21, 2014 7pm Organizer Raquel Martínez (thesis on domestic labor and immigrant workers) Reading short story – La Raya By Alejandro IV Barragan

 

LIC Arts Festival – May 14th 7:pm
Gabino Castelan, Antonia Perez and Daniel Alexander Matthews. present
exhibition and installation explores the ideas of a living space, of memory, of privacy and public, of the “Worker.” Special guest from Los Lunes Workshop. Daisy Flores, Danahe Hernandez, Miguel Angeles, Celene Hernandez, Jhoana Montes, Mayra Pinacho and Alejandro IV Barragan read of poem – I have killed a man.
SPACE Gallery • 29-09 39th Ave. L.I.C., NY 11101

 

Un-Forgetting Memories
May 17 at Word Up Bookstore
Members of the Los Lunes bilingual literary workshop, hosted by Mano a Mano: Mexican Culture Without Borders, will give a multidisciplinary poetry presentation.

Poets presenting:
Miguel Angel Angeles • Alejandro Barragan IV • Teodelina Basavilbaso • Carolina Drake • Daisy Flores • Mariel Escalante • Jonathan Martinez • Jhoana Montes
Mayra Pinacho • Celene Sanchez • Danae Sanchez

“Un-Forgetting is a process that condemns and liberates us to nostalgia, memories, and remembrances. We all have crossed borders, real and imaginary, and through writing we keep crossing borders. Writing as a process which allows us to forget, leave memories behind as we recreate new stories and trace new paths. Writing also implies that we remember, that we rescue those stories so that they are not lost in the hands of forgetfulness, in the border. Un-Forgetting means to remember, but also to recreate, through writing, what we are, what we were, what we want to be.”

New York Writers Union
November
Santiago Atunes Open Mic.

December
InnercityTimes Open Mic Events. 

 

 

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Transitions

pasion desmembradaTransition of the lost passion

Were the eyes falling in silence
wet and lost when we decided
We have departed for some time now
We had time, we had love
We had fables and stories,
We had lust and fire
We had loose tongues and desire
We had walls and halls;
We had a home, we had work
I had a job, you obligations
We had a direction, you a road
We found each other in a crossroads
Then we had each other
You had a dream, I had a hope
You had a place you hate
I had no place to go
You were born
I was not.

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Elementos Volátiles

Seis carbonos cuadrados mas escandio difuso por que es raro
Un poco de cinc sin protones preocupados
Una cucharada milimétrica de resistencia en frío
Dos medidas de heridas curados con cincuenta y tres de yodo
Tres porciones de metal blando listos a trasmitir sin un gran sacrificio energético
Pues para eso son los iones.
Comienza por tomar el oxígeno del área afectada.
Despacio mide como la circulación disminuye el pensamiento.
La velocidad y bombeo por segundo nos da la distancia
y por consecuencia el mis-calculo sobre la presión que genera un estrés,
donde la germinación de electrólitos se estropea a causa
de una sobre estimulación de glándulas sudoríparas.
Estas abusadas por la copulación del Sodio en oxidación uno y el cloro quien se cree puro con una electronegatividad de tres.
Es así que el sudor se convierte en vehículo de transición
el cual corre arrebatado gracias a temperaturas de constante abatimiento
La formula a este punto es obsoleta
y solo nos queda prendernos de lo que queda de mecha para poder volar.
Sensación la cual es el resultado perfecto del sentir todo menos frío.

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Speaking in Fragments

Rushing things every day is my specialty
walking in day dreams as I sat tirelessly in front of m myself
to avoid my own smile always look over my shoulder
to understand I am nowhere
“but I have always been nowhere”
Sorry that was my subconscious matter explaining where I come from
Delusional? Perhaps…
never the less restless to the idea of unfortunate events
you know the usual six, six, six, that is so handy when we need someone to blame.
Unfortunate… yes we call that to a somewhat feeling of isolation,
hypertension, fixation, correlation, extrapolation, injection and of
course self destination.
Better known as a self-stimulation on the absence of warm thoughts.
No!
Warm words from the one on the high horse
from the one with open chest and tender tears
the one with the soft tongue and pamper dreams
the one who touched my beast
the one who tasted my raw meet
the one who devoured my words my feet
just one to hold its hand

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Bosquejos

Sostengo mis ojos en un tintero,
que adiario dibuja un recuerdo,
aveces prematuro cuando se vara el tiempo,
efimero, si en algún suspiro escapa,
donde fugitivo se enreda
al silencio de la madrugada,
imagenes que son memorias
sonrisas congeladas,
sueños de no olvidar
el tiempo no se apiada,
vinetas que pisan hojas de otoño a mi espalda
sombras que me tocan y dibujan la cara
cada vez que digo basta,
devora mi sueño con cada reproche
que enloquesido repito en sosobros de tiempo,

¡ A trazado un beso !

¡ Me inunda la mirada !

El ansia de perderme
en su silueta endiablada,
brinco retoso y todo golpeo,
pero cuando exaspero vuelve el silencio,
aveces, confundido rezo,
y comprendo que ya no estas,
pero no quiero entenderlo,
tanto atosigo a mi mente que loco me he vuelto,
y parece que en capullos de sombras, yo te veo,
aqui tengo todos tus momentos,
los que me regalaste y los que te arrebate sin quererlo,
aquellos bosquejos que tu alma olvidara
aquellos, que me dibujaras
sin saberlo.

recopilación de poemas e ilustraciones “Sueños de Arena”
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