http://www.indianbaypress.com/index.php?pages/news_letters/news_letter_0510

En este link podrán leer un comentario de W. R. Mayo, Director de Indian Bay Press de Estados Unidos
acerca de BILINGUAL MCA Poetas y escritores bilingues por la paz
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You may read a comment by W R Mayo, Editor in Chief of Poesia and Poesia News about my website BILINGUAL MCA
Bilingual Poets & Writers for Peace





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Children First






By Maria Cristina Azcona











Your dark brown eyes, dearest child



Are always blue like diaphanous sky



Are made of topaz, gold and fairy wings



And have the simplicity of spherical things







Child , your joyfulness, is our first command,



our thirst and our glory







There are many children who cannot talk to us



Because they are unborn, but also there and real.







There are many children who cannot play and smile to us



Because starvation, drugs ,corruption ,hate and war



mutilated their brains and entire life.







Before money, health and romance,



you are the first priority











Dearest creature who came to us, on Earth



From angels transparencies through air and breath



Your soul is clear as clear mountain streams



And Love is the origin of your childish dreams







Child, your future is in our hand


So, we need to understand







Your needs are first, although you don’t complain



You are not unable to express yourself.



This is us who can’t get what you may necessitate



And always adult world is leaving you at the end.







Which is your sea, which is your sand



Your bay, your universe, your better place to stand







There are many children who are far away from us



In other city, without bread, an awful panorama



They are awaiting for solidarity from other countries



But yet there is not a Global Law against their drama















Child, your future is in our hand


So, we need to understand



Which is your sea, which is your sand



Your bay, your universe, your better place to stand











Child , your joyfulness, is our first command,,



our thirst and our glory



Before money, health and romance,



you ought to be our first priority




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Peace around

by Maria Cristina Azcona
http://www.poetrymagazine.com

http://www.poetrymagazine.com/archives/2005/
Autmn2005/Current/azcona.htm

I dream of a world without roars
from the deadly killing machine
I dream of lands far from the shadows
where rain is made of heartfelt ink

I wish to draw smiles on all faces
using rainy drops which are multicolored
to form a garden with all the races
where differences are never noticed


I think on so many babies
who have never learn to smile
Their happiness is frozen
because of hunger illness and war

I´ve learned to listen to a special sound
while moon gazes to the roaming sun
I´ve learned to discover Peace around
and also invite her to a morning dance

You need to help me in this endeavor

giving your hand to whom is at your side

Discovering Peace around your heart

to enlighten the darkness of this decadent life




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PAZ ALREDEDOR
por Maria Cristina Azcona



Sueño con un mundo sin el ruido

de la fea máquina asesina

Sueño con terrenos libres del miedo

en los que la lluvia es de amorosa tinta



Anhelo dibujar sonrisas en todas las caras

usando sus claras gotas multicolores

Para formar jardines con todas las razas

Donde las diferencias no son valores



Pienso en tantos niños enlutados

que no han aprendido a sonreir

Su alegría se ha congelado

por la enfermedad, el hambre y la guerra ruin



He aprendido a escuchar un sonido especial

mientras la luna saluda al sol vagabundo

He aprendido a descubrir a la Paz del mundo

para invitarla a bailar la danza matinal



Tú debes ayudarme en este segundo

dando la mano al que está a tu lado

Descubriendo la Paz en este mundo

para iluminar la oscuridad del decadente vado




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A review on Adam Donaldson Powell´s poetry
By María Cristina Azcona
Last edited: Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Posted: Monday, September 19, 2005


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A review on Adam Donaldson Powell´s poems
from his book Collected Poems and Stories


Collected Poems and Stories by Adam Donaldson Powell, Cyberwit.net, India, 2005 pp. 175, $15, 81-8253-028-8 For his Poetry Reading in Argentina (In Spanish by the author himself and translations mostly by Maria Cristina Azcona )



Powell is a multifaceted creator whose poems are enriched not only by his capability in Literary meanings, but also by his deep sensibility towards human problems, nowadays society illness, joined to his bright talent for visual arts. He has the privileged neuron that allows him to play with his own sense of aesthetics, as it was a children game. While reading his amusing poetry, we find ourselves observing reality from his point of view.



These poems, from his book “Collected Poems and Stories”, which he is presenting to Argentine public for first time, may be separated in two kinds or groups, to be analyzed and commented.



The First group is conformed by poems that are similar to a modern, abstract painting, Like he does in “Green” where a mystery hides under multiple images, colors and concepts. This mystery is revealed at the final verse.



The second group, which includes among others, The Devil, Before the death of my love, Imagine and The Prudent Cognoscente, presents us, at first sight, techniques coming from Short Story like the abrupt and unexpected ending full of an omnipresent irony.



In the second reading, both groups present always a philosophical content and customary social criticism which depth leads us to Philosophical thoughts about the meaning of existence



Powell’s work contains ironic humor, sharp criticism, the clear idea and the divertimento of a short story at the same time.



The poem manages, in its mischief, to capture grotesque of this Era, giving to our poetic palate a delicacy more than a simple esthetic pleasure.



The truth in an envelop of surprising originality: art, beauty that is not other thing that authentic poetry.



It remains me of Ezra Pound’s realistic style and, in Spain, Francisco de Quevedo´s conceptual poetry.



The most beautiful piece, to my understanding, is “The Devil” in which the poet speaks to us, readers, he orders us, he calls our attention, he prevents us of that devil that exists, that is so dangerous sand terrifying. The poet frightens us with the Devil playing “ To hide and to find” games, petrifying us with its threatening and unknown presence. Creates the climate of fear of a terror story.



In a magisterial synthesis, gives an impressive end when he finally finds that devil in ourselves, shocking us and forcing us to recognize the wickedness that lives and hides in our human heart. Here the poet creates a personage, the Devil, that no longer is the famous one but is a real, present phantom, humanized, possible and burning, like the fire of malice in daily life.



Originality is a constant in Powell’s poems, a surprising and multifaceted artist who amazes us with his music, his paintings, his poems, his humor and always with his genius .He communicates himself in so many ways and he revives in thousands of kaleidoscopic images, that finally he gives himself the final luxury to create a perfect and synthetic pearl of terror, humor, beauty, social critics, universality and creativity in pure state as he does magisterially in the DEVIL.



--Maria Cristina Azcona


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Comentario sobre la presentación en español del libro Colección de Poemas y Cuentos (en inglés) de Adam Donaldson Powell , miembro de BILINGUAL MCA
por María Cristina Azcona

Azconacristina@hotmail.com




El acontecimiento organizado por María Cristina Azcona y Poly Balestrini con el auspicio de la Embajada de Noruega , el miércoles 14 de Setiembre de 2005 a las 19 horas, contó con la presencia entusiasta del estimado público, conformado mayoritariamente por renombrados poetas, distinguidos directores y delegados de organizaciones no gubernamentales relacionadas con la literatura y la paz, profesionales, músicos, periodistas y artistas plásticos.
Estuvo presente la Honorable Agregada Cultural de la Embajada de Noruega, Sra Kristine Lunde .

Al comenzar, el Vicepresidente de CADAN, Sr. Alfredo Rossi Cabanne, leyó la biografía de las organizadoras y de Adam Powell,. Luego el poeta invitado recitó en perfecto español y haciendo gala de una impecable declamación, sus poemas
América no te reconozco
Verde
No sé
Dónde buscamos la alegría
Bolero Moderno
Último Tango
Y otros, todos escritos en español , en original por el autor, quien es poeta multilingüe
además de artista plástico y músico .
Al finalizar cada poema, la Sra Poly Balestrini explicaba a la interesada audiencia los ricos elementos técnicos, estilísticos y metafóricos.
Por otra parte, María Cristina Azcona aportó el ángulo de interpretación social y de la paz, en el análisis de la obra artística de Powell ,pictórica y lingüística, fundamentando la importancia y significación literaria de la misma en función de la soñada paz mundial.
A su vez expuso brevemente la relación entre poesía bilingüe y paz, que es motivo de su
Presencia y dedicación a la organización de estos eventos.
Finalmente el Sr. Powell recitó un poema en noruego (Juntando Hongos en el Reino)
Y entonces Azcona recitó su traducción del inglés al español de este bellísimo poema de Powell, respetando el mensaje espiritual, contenido, cadencia declamatoria y ritmo poético.. El público lloró con lágrimas de la alegría al realizar un espontáneo insight del significado profundo de las palabras, del poema en sí, y del sentido de este importante evento multicultural.
A esta altura el clima presente era mágico, de ensoñación y de elevación compartida, efecto logrado por la subyugante imponencia de la poesía bilingüe como generadora de emociones éticas y estéticas.

Finalmente Azcona, por pedido de Poly Balestrini, recitó Diablo, poema que ella tradujo, de la versión original provista en inglés por el poeta invitado.
El público participó activamente con agudas observaciones, respondiendo a los exponentes.
Dándose por concluida la presentación.
Durante el vernissage, el autor firmó ejemplares de su libro, publicado por la editorial hindú Cyberwit, sin fines de lucro, para la que Azcona colabora como Editorial Advisor , y conversó con los asistentes, llegando hasta cantar una baguala junto a Marta Prono rodeados ambos por el resto, en un clima de armonía y una cordialidad destacables.




María Cristina Azcona
Bilingual MCA poetas bilingües por la paz
IFLAC Foro Internacional de Literatura por la Paz
Paraná 123 7° 170 Capital TE 4374-7615
Azconacristina@hotmail.com


Adam Donaldson Powell
powell@online.no


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Mushroompicking in the Kingdom.
by ADAM DONALDSON POWELL
Norway, member of BILINGUAL MCA

Barefoot, I stumble through
The forest of the Kingdom
Without a hint of
Either understanding
Or danger.
I am on a treasure hunt,
And looking for the mushroom's
Hidden secrets -- much
As a naive child
In the age of fantasy.
Every now and then my
Beauty sleep is
Disturbed by nature's stillness,
Which brings forth the subconsciousness'
Agitating and enchanting
Images from places without
Time or name.
Behind a fern from
The era of dinosaurs, and out from
Under a moss-covered rock,
Peers the most beautiful mushroom I
Have ever seen,
With a broad red surface
Speckled with gold.
I stretch my arm out
Toward the precious find
And pause just
As I am about
To touch it.
The rock has begun to glow
Like an emerald:
First with the quiet
Intensity of
Red hot coal, and
Then with the overwhelming
Light of God's eternal love
And mercy,
Mirrored in a trillion smiles.
At that instant I rise
Out of my body, and
My chakras line up
Perfectly while
I look down at myself and
The totality of
Human existence from
Far above.
And in the perfect harmony
I re-experience life
As in the heavenly periods
In between earthly incarnations,
And all of my daily worries
And obstacles seem just as
Dreamlike and insignificant
As a midsummer's daydream.
I never fully return back
To the consciousness that
I once knew,
But retain a small
Portion of the glow that
Has now touched my heart
In such a wonderful way.
In my backpack I carry home
Not a single mushroom, but truly the
Most sought after treasure from
The forest of the Kingdom:
To be sure, a simple rock --
As a souvenir from
Life's journey of dreams.


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Juntando Hongos en el Reino
poema de Adam D Powell, Noruega. (Original en noruego e inglés)
(Traducido del original en inglés, al español, por María Cristina Azcona)
Descalzo camino
por los bosques del Reino

sin una pista para conocer
el peligro.

Como un niño naïf
en la edad de la fantasía,
voy buscando el tesoro
que son los secretos
que esconden los hongos.
.

De pronto, mi bello sueño es perturbado
por la naturaleza
que trae del inconsciente

imágenes agitadas y encantos
de lugares sin nombres ni tiempos.


Detrás de una hoja
De la época de los dinosaurios
Y bajo una roca cubierta de musgo
Se destaca el más hermoso y bello hongo

que jamás haya visto

Tiene una superficie roja
Salpicada de dorado


Inclino mi mano
Hacia el preciado tesoro

Y me detengo justo antes de tocarlo.
La roca comienza a brillar como esmeralda

Primero con la intensidad de un ascua viva
Y luego con la sobrecogedora luz
de la Divina Misericordia y el divino amor

reflejado en un trillón de sonrisas.
En ese instante me alzo
Fuera de mi cuerpo
Y mis chakras se alinean perfectamente
Mientras me puedo ver a mí mismo
Y a toda la humanidad desde muy arriba
Y en perfecta armonía
Revivo mi propia vida

En los períodos celestes
Entre mis encarnaciones terrestres

Y tofdos mis problemas diarios y obstáculos

Parecen esfumarse

y volverse brumosos
envueltos en el humo de los sueños
Como en un sueño de una siesta de verano

Nunca más vuelvo a la conciencia diurna
Que alguna vez conocí
Pero retengo una porción del brillo
Que toca mi corazón
De un modo tan maravilloso.

En mi morral no traigo a casa

un simple hongo sino mucho más
Verdaderamente,
el más preciado tesoro

del bosque del Reino.
Para expresarlo simplemente
Una simple roca, un souvenir
Del viaje de la vida
A la vida de los sueños



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