BIOGRAPHY
Chary Gumeta (María del Rosario Velázquez Gumeta, (Chiapas, Mexico, 1962) She is a poet and cultural promoter of art and literature. She has published books of poetry and historical research. Her most recent publications: LLORAR COMO LA LLUVIA (Editorial Ojo de Cuervo, El Salvador, 2023) and ANCESTRAS (Editorial El Suri Porfiado, Argentina 2023) She has participated in anthologies, festivals and national and international book fairs. She has received several awards for him career and won several national and international publications. Her book TAKE AWAY THE DREAMS, LEAVE ME THE MEMORIES, won the publication fund of CONECULTA-Chiapas, Ministry of Culture. She’s a representative in Chiapas of several literary movements that take place in the world. She runs the fanzine YOMORAM JAYATZAME, which promotes poetry written by women. She is Director of the San Cristóbal World Festival of Contemporary Poetry and Literature Coordinator at the Multidisciplinary Festival Proyecto Posh.
A STRANGE COUNTRY
Under the blue sky of a strange country, I look for you in the depths of my insides in every woman that passes through this forest of eyes in every scent, smile, or place, I look for you.
In the end,
with salt between my hands I know that I have lost you
this empty feeling skims my mind and your face crumbles making a quiet sound like a moan.
I’ll learn to stop thinking about your long hair with its peach aroma and where the afternoon rests on your face.
Love is now an orphan walking alone through the streets.
THEY SAY IT’S YOU
They brought you in this morning They say it’s you I never saw tattoos on your skin of words or figures.
They never showed me your clothes, your wallet or the image of St. Jude Thaddeus that you always carried in the trouser pocket I was told that the DNA matches 70% They say it’s you But uncertainty haunts my heart.
Deep down I feel, that one day You’ll walk through the door And we’ll laugh together at your funeral.
I ADMIT
I admit that I wasn’t born to be a sedentary I don’t know how to take root ‘Cause I’ve got the sweat of the world on the skin and on the feet.
I’m afraid I’ll become a ghost and wander the rivers of my people. Be part of a list named “missing.”
I don’t want to be a bleeding woman By the hand of misery and the wickedness of my country.
I must burn the old clothes Follow this path Where killing time turns you into a killer and the opposite in survivor.
To walk barefoot is to walk naked And I want to walk in sneakers.
