In the Prism of Your Soul: En El Prisma De Tu Alma

By Kurma Murrain

Kurma Murrain is a Colombian-American poet and philologist who graduated from the Universidad Nacional de Colombia. Her works include a book of poems titled Esta Soy and various other literary works.
Her poetry has appeared in international journals and online magazines such as El Tiempo, Que Pasa, La Noticia, Label Me Latina/o, and Iodine Poetry Journal. In addition, she has translated books from English to Spanish that include Life in the Shadow of the Swastika by Frieda Roos-Van Hessen.
In Charlotte, North Carolina, she has been a founding member of the poetry groups ArteSanos de la Palabra and Voz Es.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493184651

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CONTENTS

SPANISH SOUL

CAPRICHO DE ROSAS EN INVIERNO

CAPRICE OF ROSES IN WINTER

SEÑOR

SIR

AQUELARRE

COVEN

NOCHE TEMPRANA

EARLY EVENING

A TI

TO YOU

CRUCIGRAMA

CROSSWORD

LUTO

MOURNING

USTED

YOU

ÉSTA SOY

THIS IS WHO I AM

PALABRAS

WORDS

INVITACIÓN

INVITATION

POEMA PARA UNA MUÑECA DE TRAPO

POEM FOR A

RAG DOLL

UNA PALABRA

ONE WORD

PUNTUACIÓN

PUNCTUATION

SOLEDAD

SOLITUDE

SUEÑOS

DREAMS

CLAVE DE LUZ

KEY OF LIGHT

ÉL

HE

ALMAS GEMELAS

SOUL MATES

SIN PERMISO

WITHOUT CONSENT

GÉNESIS

GENESIS

AMANTE DE LA LLUVIA

RAIN LOVER

ANTIFAZ

MASK

SINFONÍA REAL

ROYAL SYMPHONY

MÍRAME

LOOK AT ME

SILUETA

SILHOUETTE

ABC

ABC

OLVIDOS

FORGETFULNESS

AMOR

LOVE

ESCULTURA PRIMARIA

PRIMARY SCUPTURE

HOY

TODAY

FUNERAL

FUNERAL

GRITO BAJO EL VELO

CRY UNDER THE VEIL

ESTUPIDEZ

STUPIDITY

CORAZÓN MORENO

BROWN HEART

EL BAMBÚ CHINO

THE CHINESE BAMBOO

POEMA SIN ACUARELA PARA DÉBORA ARANGO (RETRATO DE MI PAÍS)

POEM WITHOUT WATERCOLORS FOR DÉBORA ARANGO (PORTRAIT OF MY COUNTRY)

ENGLISH SOUL

I AM JUST

SIMPLEMENTE

DEAR FRIEND

AMIGO QUERIDO

IT IS NOT ABOUT ME

NO SE TRATA DE MÍ

THE DANCE OF YOU AND ME

LA DANZA TUYA Y MÍA

LOST WHISPERS

SUSURROS PERDIDOS

JORDAN AND EMMA

JORDAN Y EMMA

OBITUARY

OBITUARIO

PICASSO IN A BOX

PICASSO EN UNA CAJA

AMERICA SEEN

BY A GIRL

AMÉRICA DESDE LOS OJOS DE UNA NIÑA

RED ECHOES / ECOS ROJOS

CANVAS OF DREAMS

LIENZO DE SUEÑOS

A LOVE THAT CALLS ME BY NAME

UN AMOR QUE ME LLAME POR NOMBRE

APPLE ERA

LA ERA APPLE

NO TRUTH IS BIGGER THAN YOUR ABSENCE

NO EXISTE VERDAD MÁS GRANDE QUE TU AUSENCIA

ASK ME TO WRITE

PÍDEME QUE ESCRIBA

BELONG

PERTENEZCO

YOUR SNOWFLAKE

SMILE

TU SONRISA DE COPO DE NIEVE

HARD TRUTHS

LA DURA VERDAD

ASSAULT

ASALTO

LUZ

MY MOTHER IS GONE

SINCE YOU ARE GONE

IT IS EARLY

MI MAMÁ YA NO ESTÁ

AHORA QUE TE HAS IDO

ES TEMPRANO

BIOGRAPHY

BIOGRAFÍA

LINKS

To Scott and Mary Parker,

Andrew and Cara Kay

My Godsend parents in the United States,

and to Luz . . .

A Scott y Mary Parker,

Andrew y Cara Kay

Mis padres enviados de Dios en los Estados Unidos

y a Luz . . .

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SPANISH SOUL

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CAPRICHO DE ROSAS EN INVIERNO

Él no es simplemente otro capítulo en la historia de mi vida.

Su perro y su madre aman todo lo mío (y sin saber que él es mío lo aman aún más).

Mi mundo no es tan importante si lo ves pasar desde su balcón.

Su mundo es el balcón y las flores y de él colgando un suéter GAP azul (le bleu, the blue).

En tanto el techo cuenta las lágrimas de la mujer que lo mira, imaginariamente subo a su balcón y visto su suéter azul.

Imágenes de su vida se proyectan en mi sombra en cámara rápida

Y el revés de mi mano apenas roza sus labios de agua.

En el prisma de su alma me repito a mí misma.

Me repito.

Me repito.

CAPRICE OF ROSES IN WINTER

He is not just another chapter in the story of my life

His dog and his mother love everything about me (and without knowing he loves me, they love him even more).

My world is not so important if you see it passing by from his balcony.

His world is the balcony, and the flowers, and a GAP blue sweater hanging from it (le bleu, el azul).

While the ceiling counts the tears of the woman looking at it, in my mind I climb to his balcony and wear his blue sweater.

Images of his life are projected over my shadow in fast motion

And the back of my hand barely touches his water lips.

In the prism of his soul I repeat myself.

I repeat myself.

I repeat myself.

SEÑOR

Señor,

Lo invito a mi mesa a tomarse este último sorbo

Lo invito a que me muerda el cuerpo

Lo invito a hacerme el amor con los ojos

Lo invito a preñarme el corazón de alegría

Lo invito a hacerme anciana

Ya que me hizo mujer.

SIR

Sir,

I invite you to drink this last sip

I invite you to bite my body

I invite you to make love to me with your eyes

I invite you to impregnate my heart with happiness

I invite you to make me an old lady

Since you made me a woman.

AQUELARRE

No voy a exorcizar

Los demonios que dejaste

En mí…

Son tu única presencia.

COVEN

I am not going to exorcize

The demons you left

Inside me…

They are your only presence.

NOCHE TEMPRANA

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