{"id":1334,"date":"2013-07-14T14:57:00","date_gmt":"2013-07-14T14:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viajeraeditora.wordpress.com\/2013\/07\/14\/alain-lawo-sukam-marron-de-la-tierra"},"modified":"2015-06-17T04:58:24","modified_gmt":"2015-06-17T07:58:24","slug":"alain-lawo-sukam-marron-de-la-tierra","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2013\/07\/alain-lawo-sukam-marron-de-la-tierra\/","title":{"rendered":"Alain Lawo-Sukam: Marr\u00f3n de la Tierra"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Foto: Erin Jarvis<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Buitre<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n

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Anoche, cuando so\u00f1aba con mi tierra, encontr\u00e9 al griot sentado a orilla del mar. Con la tristeza en el alma, lloraba por la agon\u00eda del pa\u00eds, v\u00edctima de funcionarios enriquecidos il\u00edcitamente. Recorren valles y montes, desaf\u00edan r\u00edos y mares para desencallar los cofres extranjeros con el oro saqueado del pueblo.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a1Esc\u00fachame, buitre!<\/span><\/div>\n
Aprovechas los moribundos y almuerzas cad\u00e1ver de tu propio pa\u00eds.<\/span><\/div>\n
Llenas tu panza gorda con la comida para los fam\u00e9licos.<\/span><\/div>\n
Los impuestos del pueblo, sudor de la masa trabajadora<\/span><\/div>\n
anochecen en tus bolsillos corruptos, desgracia de la econom\u00eda nacional.<\/span><\/div>\n
Rapaz insaciable, tu cuello largo y tu pico afilado deshuesan la patria.<\/span><\/div>\n
Mendigos por las calles, cuerpos fantasmas<\/span><\/div>\n
y casas en ruinas son huellas de tu recorrido.<\/span><\/div>\n
Carro\u00f1ero sucio, atizas las guerras para enriquecerte<\/span><\/div>\n
sobre la carcasa martirizada del pueblo<\/span><\/div>\n
para devorar el oro del caf\u00e9<\/span><\/div>\n
y embolsar diamantes de sangre.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a1Esc\u00fachame, buitre!<\/span><\/div>\n
Invierte en tu tierra, edifica escuelas y hospitales, siembra la paz a los cuatro vientos.<\/span><\/div>\n
El furor de los orichas desplumar\u00e1 tu cuerpo diab\u00f3lico<\/span><\/div>\n
si no riegas con agua de amor<\/span><\/div>\n
el pueblo que meci\u00f3 tu destino y enriqueci\u00f3 tus d\u00edas.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Last night, when I was dreaming of my land, I found the griot sitting on the seashore. With sadness in the soul, he was crying over the agony of the country, victim of illicitly wealthy civil servants. They cross valleys and mountains; they defy rivers and seas to refloat foreign chests with the gold plundered from the people.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Listen to me, vulture!\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
You take advantage of the moribund ones and you have lunch on your own country corpse.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
You fill your fat belly with the food for the famished.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
The taxes of the people, sweat of the hard-working mass\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
end up at dusk in your corrupt pockets, misfortune of the national economy.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Insatiable rapacious, your long neck and your sharp peak bone the motherland.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Beggars in the streets, ghosts, bodies houses in ruins are footprints of your journey.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Dirty scavenger, you fuel wars to prosper\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
on the people\u2019s martyred carcass.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
to devour coffee\u2019s gold\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
and pocket blood diamonds.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Listen to me, vulture!\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Invest in your land, build schools and hospitals, sow peace to the four winds.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
The orichas furor will pluck your evil body if you don\u2019t sprinkle with water of love\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
the people who cradled your destiny and enriched your days.<\/span><\/div>\n

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La nuit derni\u00e8re, quand je r\u00eavais de ma terre, j\u2019ai trouv\u00e9 le griot assis au bord de la mer. Avec la tristesse dans l\u2019\u00e2me, il pleurait l\u2019agonie du pays, victime des fonctionnaires enrichis illicitement. Ils parcourent vall\u00e9es et monts, d\u00e9fient rivi\u00e8res et mers pour renflouer les coffres \u00e9trangers avec de l\u2019or pill\u00e9 au peuple.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00c9coute-moi, vautour!\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Tu profites des moribonds et d\u00e9jeunes sur le cadavre de ton propre pays.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Tu remplis ta grosse panse avec la nourriture des fam\u00e9liques.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Les imp\u00f4ts du peuple, sueur de la masse travailleuse\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
voient la nuit dans tes poches corrompues, malheur de l\u2019\u00e9conomie nationale.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Rapace insatiable, ton cou long et ton bec aiguis\u00e9\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
d\u00e9sossent la patrie.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Les mendiants dans la rue, les corps fant\u00f4mes\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
et les cases en ruine sont les traces de ton parcours.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Sale charognard, tu attises les guerres pour t\u2019enrichir\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
sur la carcasse martyris\u00e9 du peuple,\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
pour d\u00e9vorer l\u2019or du caf\u00e9<\/span><\/div>\n
et empocher des diamants de sang.<\/span><\/div>\n
\u00c9coute-moi, vautour!\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Investi dans ton pays, \u00e9difie \u00e9coles et h\u00f4pitaux, s\u00e8me la paix aux quatre vents.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
La fureur des orichas d\u00e9plumera ton corps diabolique si tu n\u2019arroses pas d\u2019eau d\u2019amour\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
le peuple qui a berc\u00e9 ton destin et enrichi tes jours.<\/span>

<\/span>Alain, Lawo-Sukam, Sue\u00f1o con \u00c1frica \/ Dream of Africa \/ R\u00eave d\u2019Afrique, Viajera Editorial, 2013.<\/span>

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Foto: Erin Jarvis Buitre Anoche, cuando so\u00f1aba con mi tierra, encontr\u00e9 al griot sentado a orilla del mar. Con la tristeza en el alma, lloraba por la agon\u00eda del pa\u00eds, v\u00edctima de funcionarios enriquecidos il\u00edcitamente. Recorren valles y montes, desaf\u00edan r\u00edos y mares para desencallar los cofres extranjeros con el oro saqueado del pueblo. \u00a1Esc\u00fachame, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[118,67,84],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1334"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1334"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1334\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3075,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1334\/revisions\/3075"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1334"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1334"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1334"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}