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Vilma Julieta Calderón nació
(Guatemala)
Bio
Vilma Julieta Calderón nació el 27 de julio de 1960 en Quetzaltenango Guatemala, Actriz de teatro y cine, pertenece al Grupo de Escritores los Quijotes, al Club de Poesía Casa Los Altos.
Tiene en su haber 13 libros colectivos con Los Quijotes, 3 antologías Club Casa Los Altos, 2 individuales Editorial Poe Pájaro Rojo tercera edición transcrito al inglés, y Silencios y Utopías del Otoño, Primera edición, 45 galardones en Juegos Florales en la rama de verso y cuento a nivel Nacional, Trinacional e iberoamericano, Teculután Zacapa, Mazatenango, San Juan Ostuncalco, Coatepeque, Momostenango, Chinique de las Flores Quiché, Escuintla, Jutiapa, Chimaltenango, Esquipulas Chiqumula, Amatitlán, Ayutla, Tejutla San Marcos, La Democracia Escuintla, Totonicapán, San ]Vicente Buenabaj, Zapotitlán Jutiapa, San Bernardino Suchitepéquez Mazatenango El Rancho San Agustín Acasaguastlán el Progreso, Certamen Víctor Villagrán Amaya 2019 Quetzaltenango. Declarada Maestra de la poesía en Estanzuela Zacapa 2015, nombrada Quetzalteca de Corazón del mes de marzo 2017 por el Trisemanario el Quetzalteco, Homenajeada en el 8vo. Festival de poesía a nivel nacional por Club de poesía Casa los Altos 2017 Invitada a festivales internacionales de poesía, Fipa, 2018, Aguacatán, Ama 2019 y 2020 Chimaltenango y 2020 Fipag, Antigua Guatemala, 2020, 2021, América Madre, Argentina 2020 y 2021 y Estación de Poesía Centro Intercultural Quetzaltenango. Representante en Quetzaltenango, Guatemala de Arte Poética Latinoamericana en de Colombia, Argentina y países latinoamericanos. Invitada festivales internacionales virtuales, en Chile, Miami, Brasil, República Dominicana, Jurado calificador certámenes de poesía, oratoria, narrativa, declamación y elección Reina Nacional de Independencia Quetzaltenango 13 de Septiembre 2021
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I WOULD LIKE
I would like my voice
had the echo of thunder,
to pierce the footprint of the cry of freedom
on the face of the universe.
I would like this iniquity that never ends
stop bleeding from the eyes of political prisoners,
abused elderly, abused women,
journalists, defenders of the rights of peoples,
pilots who were prey to unpaid extortion.
I would like to raise my voice
so that children and elders of my country
no longer die of hunger, cold, impunity and oblivion
because the fairness of this land of mine
It's just a name, a corpse,
that flaps its wings like arrows without force
because those in power
they do not assume with respect and responsibility
the resources of the country.
I wish barefoot children no longer existed
walking down cobbled streets with pointed glass
that lacerate his steps and the peace of his smile.
I would like him to be reborn in humanity
respect for the life of every living being
They will return alive at the end of the day
so that the hearts of parents, children, wives
don't break when you see the corpse
of their loved ones stretched out on a cold slab.
I would like the womb of mother earth
no longer wallow in pain in his bowels,
knowing that soon forgotten children,
malnourished, marginalized, they will be buried
like sterile seeds without light.
And that the owls that chain the night to death
preventable death
if the consciences of the rulers were softened
like stale bread with water.
I would like the ideals of equality
They will rest among dry leaves
and the forces that lie inert
inside the weak bodies of our old
and the keys of his hands that yesterday
they wielded the hoe breaking furrows
filling them with wheat, corn and beans
to sustain the hunger of body and soul
they will look up to touch the sky
with the peace that the love of the Creator gives you.
How I would like childhood and youth
stay away from drugs
alcohol and bad company
that their natural instincts
do not mutilate the freedom of your ideals
and always keep good manners.
I would like all the children
Let's raise our hands to embroider our sky
stars of faith and hope
as if they were white handkerchiefs of peace
to dry the crying of the children of my Guatemala
that still burn under the ashes
of the fire volcano.
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