I think I'll always have an urge to disappear. Theres always something there that begs me to stay in bed, curtains closed, with the lights drowned out. It seems easier. And quieter. Perhaps it's a tad boring, but that's okay.
It is hard to accept that nothing is perfect, especially when perfect is particularly a pretty personal and intimate concept with wild variations across those who dare to define it. In that vain, there is an intrinsic call to forgive and meet others with empathy and compassion.
That is not always easy to do. And it is not always easy to do it for yourself, either. It is easier to ignore the shame with the lights out. It is easier to be consumed.
República Dominicana, 1971.
Vallejo reside en Estados Unidos desde 1990.
Escritor y profesor universitario.
Ha publicado los libros Saint Domingue, 2044, poemario con el que obtuvo el premio Letras de Ultramar (2005), que otorga el Ministerio de Cultura de la República Dominicana, y Cicatriz, una colección de cuentos.
Ha recibido varios premios literarios por trabajos de ficción, entre ellos el premio internacional de cuentos Casa de Teatro (2003). Osiris Vallejo ha vuelto obtener el premio Letras de Ultramar (2014), esta vez en el género de cuento, por el libro Dimensiones del Espejo.
"You have been placed by birth
in a strange country, among strange people,
where you are intended to play a crucial role
though no one yet knows what that will be." #poet E. J. Evans in our #wtp spotlight.
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Can't come clean
My own words
They hurt inside me
I can't talk, no, I don't have time
Can't explain the world around me
All this fear
All this guilt
It all weighs so heavy
What good would anybody do around me?
Show me with your hands if you could How to free myself
Help me to open my eyes
What do I know
Besides I'm no good
They always tell me when they give their looks
Those stares they haunt me
What was it that I couldn't see
Was it me?
They love to see me on my knees begging
I've begged for mercy, I've said I'm sorry, I've said it all
But the pain remains
It's hard to retain faith
Pain grows stronger in this life
Watch it all fall right on top of me
Watch a man struggle trying to survive
Watch him be buried without a name.
Suddenly gaining a sense of adventure
Utilizing my movement, travelling in my tenure
The world invokes me, and reimburses the expenditure
I've been here only a moment, but it feels like forever
To this land I am tethered
Harnessed and standing in weather
Tarnished and trampled together
By scarceness withholdened in shelter
I had much to say
But the Earth is roaring
Home I used to stay
Now this bird is soaring
There is no word to describe the sensation of flight
No thunderous mountain compares to the might
Flickering candles in the dead of the night
Resting legs of adventure, my mind starts to write
A few hours of silence to ease my thoughts
A slight bit of a notion, an idea to jot
Another band of sage, a glass of scotch
Reflected in the glass, the poem I sought
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