Palabras Errantes Latin American Literature in Translation
Leora Fridman
The fix
By Yarisa Colón Torres. Translated by Leora Fridman. Because I’m drawn to what you hide I lend you this land so you’ll wake up under dead smiles or above however you like because you like to read me while I open up my legs you’re still invited to the deep dark pool […]
Unexpected visit
By Yarisa Colón Torres. Translated by Leora Fridman. Short hair looks good on you. You’re beautiful because your eyes know how to look. You lie little. You try not to kill. You greet with a full smile. You know the mountains get up at night to shift positions. They don’t like cramps either. […]
Postcard from a boricua in Paris
By Yarisa Colón Torres. Translated by Leora Fridman They say I’m a firm palm tree with two huge coconuts and long fronds waving in the wind crown my head a silent plastic ocean shimmies behind me annoyed with the sand because its shells won’t smile for the camera and in the distance […]
I collect red
By Yarisa Colón Torres. Translated by Leora Fridman. From all the leaves the wide the tiny the newborn and the dry ones I extract color that fuels the old womens’ walking sticks from all the images inked and scattered over the earth from the veins that run toward the party the heartbeats fibers and fresh […]
Dead book
By Yarisa Colón Torres. Translated by Leora Fridman. On the coast of sorrows new creatures grow together they dream of the same universe they hold up their heads strangly deftly cut through delusion they sing in unison watch how the horizon sways they stretch out their tentacles and spill out poison […]
Panic
By Yarisa Colón Torres. Translated by Leora Fridman. There’s a boy settled in his own eyes he paws at the color scribbling outside the lines with the knife just about to be loved there’s no silence that can bury him no word that can set him off restless he freezes and burns […]
Gold
Written by Yarisa Colón Torres. Translated by Leora Fridman. I burn for the voice the voice in flames * Oro Escrito por Yarisa Colón Torres. Llamo a la voz la voz en llamas