{"id":981,"date":"2013-12-23T11:09:00","date_gmt":"2013-12-23T11:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viajeraeditora.wordpress.com\/2013\/12\/23\/el-orador-alain-lawo-sukam-poesia-en-tres-idiomas"},"modified":"2015-06-17T23:57:28","modified_gmt":"2015-06-18T02:57:28","slug":"el-orador-alain-lawo-sukam-poesia-en-tres-idiomas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/2013\/12\/el-orador-alain-lawo-sukam-poesia-en-tres-idiomas\/","title":{"rendered":"El orador, Alain Lawo-Sukam – Poes\u00eda en tres idiomas"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Cristina Alejos Ca\u00f1adas, El Baobab y la lluvia<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n


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El orador<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n

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Bangwa <\/i>perdi\u00f3 un fiel orador, ilustre por su lengua de miel.<\/span>
El \u00eddolo de las mujeres se despidi\u00f3 llevando su secreto consigo.<\/span>

<\/span>Como mensajero divino, su vida era todo un mensaje.<\/span>
Como digno servidor de su pueblo, el coraz\u00f3n humilde<\/span>
llevaba las olas de la ternura a los confines de Bangwa<\/i>.<\/span>

<\/span>Era artesano de hombres, hacedor de santos.<\/span>
Sabio como la serpiente primitiva, indefenso como la paloma.<\/span>

<\/span>Una tarde de Navidad<\/i> la muerte toc\u00f3 a la puerta.<\/span>
Se fue sin mujer, se retir\u00f3 sin heredero.<\/span>
De tanto cortejar, hab\u00eda olvidado casarse.<\/span>
Nunca pens\u00f3 en procrear.<\/span>

<\/span>\u00a1Silencio! \u00a1Silencio! \u00a1Gran Silencio!<\/span>

<\/span>\u00a1Shhh! \u00a1Shhh! \u00a1Shhh! \u00a1Shhh!<\/span>

<\/span>El pueblo perdi\u00f3 a su insigne hablador.<\/span>
Se fug\u00f3 de la tierra una biblioteca viva.<\/span>

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The orator<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n

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Bangwa lost a faithful orator, illustrious for his honey-tongue.\u00a0<\/span>
The women\u2019s idol bids farewell carrying his secret with him.\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>As a divine messenger, his life was all a message.\u00a0<\/span>
As a worthy servant of his people, the humble heart\u00a0<\/span>
carried the waves of tenderness to the confines of Bangwa.\u00a0<\/span>
He was an artisan of men, a maker of saints.\u00a0<\/span>
Wise like the ancient snake, defenseless like the dove.\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>Death knocked at his door a Christmas afternoon.\u00a0<\/span>
He left wifeless, he bowed out heirless.\u00a0<\/span>
For wooing too much he forgot to get married.\u00a0<\/span>
He never thought of procreating.\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>Silence! Silence! Big silence!\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>Sht! Sht! Sht! Sht!\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>The people lost a renowned talker.\u00a0<\/span>
A living library escaped from earth.<\/span>

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L\u2019orateur<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n

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Bangwa perdit un fid\u00e8le orateur, illustre pour sa langue de miel.\u00a0<\/span>
L\u2019idole des femmes tira sa r\u00e9v\u00e9rence emportant son secret avec lui.\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>Comme un divin messager, sa vie \u00e9tait tout un message.\u00a0<\/span>
Comme un digne serviteur de son peuple, le coeur humble\u00a0<\/span>
portait les vagues de la tendresse aux confins de Bangwa.\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>Il \u00e9tait artisan des hommes, faiseur de saints\u00a0<\/span>
sage comme le serpent primitif, sans d\u00e9fense comme la colombe.\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>Un soir de Nativit\u00e9 la mort toqua \u00e0 la porte.\u00a0<\/span>
Il s\u2019en alla sans femme, Il se retira sans h\u00e9ritier.\u00a0<\/span>
Pour avoir tant fait la cour, Il avait oubli\u00e9 de se marier\u00a0<\/span>
Il n\u2019avait jamais pens\u00e9 \u00e0 procr\u00e9er.\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>Silence! Silence! Grand silence!\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>Shhh! Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!\u00a0<\/span>

<\/span>Le peuple perdit un insigne bavard.\u00a0<\/span>
Une biblioth\u00e8que vivante s\u2019\u00e9vada de la terre.<\/span>

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<\/span>Alain Lawo-Sukam, Sue\u00f1o con \u00c1frica \/ Dream of Africa \/ Reve d\u00b4Afrique<\/i>, Viajera Editorial, 2013.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Cristina Alejos Ca\u00f1adas, El Baobab y la lluvia El orador Bangwa perdi\u00f3 un fiel orador, ilustre por su lengua de miel.El \u00eddolo de las mujeres se despidi\u00f3 llevando su secreto consigo.Como mensajero divino, su vida era todo un mensaje.Como digno servidor de su pueblo, el coraz\u00f3n humildellevaba las olas de la ternura a los confines […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":3688,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[118,67,84,241],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/981"}],"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=981"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/981\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3689,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/981\/revisions\/3689"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3688"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=981"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=981"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/viajeraeditorial.ar\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=981"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}