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Poems | Dimarys Águila García – Cuba

Dimarys Águila García, (August 15, 1979, Güira de Melena, Artemisa, Cuba). Writer (poet). Press Correspondent for the Argosis International Information Agency, director of its Cultural Movement and director of the Editora Argos Iberoamericana, from the Argosis International Information Agency on the Web.It belongs to the José Martí Cultural Society. He was part of the Literary Workshop “Yugo and Estrellas” ”by Güira de Melena, was a founding member of the Literary Workshop Provincial of the Artemisa province. Professor of literary workshops. Manager of community projects. Coordinator in Cuba since 2019 of the Festival International  Grito de mujer,  where she has participated in the 9th, 10th and 11th International Poetry and Art Festival  “Grito de Mujer” (2019, 2020 and 2021).He was a member of the jury, of the National Contest of Décima Francisco Riverón, Cuba, 2021. Representative in Havana Cuba of Latin American Poetic Art (APL). Collaborator of the Chilean Es-Kupe Magazine, where she leads the column “Art and culture”. She has obtained prizes in literary workshop meetings, received the International Prize, Unique Prize “La Pluma de Oro de 14k”, Perú 2021, and has received internationally reconnaissace. Its works has been translated into other languages and was worthy of being included among the best letters in the world, 2021. She participated in some events national and international has also been given to Get to know through national newspapers  His work appears collected in some the anthologies in side in the country and out of the country his books “Al Derecho y al Revés”, “The secret of parks “, (Poetic Anthology) and” In four walls “(erotic poetry) was published by Editorial Argos Iberoamérica, (2019 and 2020)

 

The most faithful departed

It was that afternoon when I saw you die

tight to my chest

I was hurt

to dress in gauze to your door

to suture the flesh that pretended to go out of his way

and sought help in the final breath of a bottle

It was time to cry for the dead

the most faithful departed

pink fur

with useless bones

for tears that ceased to serve

And do you think a kiss would kill me

Tomb

The house was the grave

the common grave where the dead remains are thrown

that no one can rebuild

It was the grave the house

where he asked for protection from death

the temple dedicated to Hades

washed my soul between cups

bitter coffee

The house above all

it was still a grave

a mood appendix

dedicated to storing lingerie

with traces of semen

The house was always my grave

where should I have kept

just to be pure

underground

 I wanted to go naked to your love party

You can come naked to my love party

I will dress you with caresses

         Ruben Martinez Villena

I wanted to go naked to your love party

to sharpen my breasts inside your mouth

your mouth, always your mouth

the one my breasts invented

to fincar with pressure or to turn the edge

I wanted to go naked to your love party

astride sow the wheat

that grows to imprecise shock

against the limit of my legs

so native to you

I wanted to go naked to your love party

and drop me on your scrotum

to the beat of your chords

and accompany your music with my moans

I wanted to go naked

but you were chaste

you were telling me about lilies and white roses

I did not understand the language of the Saints

I did not know that purity existed

inside a man

legendarily impure

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