Impares, no Pares

Imagínate un mundo donde nenas

adoran solo el color rosado.

Las paredes de sus habitaciones

 tienen el color del algodón de azúcar,

y sus colchas tienen diseños de princesas de Disney

en vestidos sonrosados con

zapatillas del ballet, rosadas.

Sus uñas son de color chicle, y premios son dados

para aquellas cuyas uñas

tienen lo más destello y brillan más.

Sus libros tienen

portadas de papel rosado y sus escritorios tienen

lápices rosados y sus uniformes tienen

camisas del color rosado en el atardecer.

Ellas pueden ser cualquiera cosa que

quieren por lo tanto que lleven rosado

mientras hacerlo- si jueguen deportes, sus

tenis tienen pomponios rosados; si ellas

estudian para ser doctoras, lleven aretes

rosados. Ellas comen de platos pintados

con peonias y claveles, bebiendo de vasos

tallados para imitar el cuarzo de rosa. Aún

sus gatos llevan collares rosados tachonados

con rhinestones, mientras languidecer como

reinas aburridas en un mar de tanto espuma

y encaje e indolencia. Ahora, colocas en este

mundo una chica que acaba de regresar de

los campos, llevando un arreglo de un

verdadero arcoíris de flores non-conformistas

con el ley de rosado, con lodo en sus rodillas

y tierra debajo de sus uñas. Y imagínate…

sólo imagínate… si su color favorita fuera,

el azul.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Inspiración: Cuando un amigo me preguntó, ¿Cómo fue crecer donde yo crecí; y vivir donde vivo- cómo adusto yo a tener la mente de filosofa, el corazón de poeta, y el espíritu de rebelde; donde el mundo quiere que te sientas para ser práctica y ganar un salario razonable por un día de trabajo aburrido?

Reviews

[angel]

Raquelita, esta fue la traducción más cercana de tus palabras que pude manejar, ya que mi español es inadecuado. Presento tu poema en inglés para que todos lo disfruten. Tus palabras fueron hermosas. Bien hecho.
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Imagine a world where you will have the pink.The walls of your rooms are the color of cotton candy, and the bedspreads have designs of Disney princesses pink dresses pink ballet dresses.
Their nails are chewing gum color, and prizes are given for those whose nails have the most flash and shine the most.
Their books have pink paper and their desks have pink pencils and their uniforms have pink-colored shirts at dusk. They can be anything they want to wear pink while doing it. - if you play sports, you have pink pompoms; if they study to be doctors, they wear earrings.
They eat (from)plates painted with peonies and carnations, drinking from glasses to imitate the rose quartz. (?) cats wear pink necklaces studded with rhinestones, while languishing like boring (?) in a sea of both foam and lace and indolence. Now, you put in this world a girl who has just returned from the fields, wearing an arrangement of a true rainbow of non-conformist flowers with the law of pink, with mud on her knees and earth under her nails. And imagine ... just imagine ... if your favorite color was blue.

[Raquelita]

thanks for making the effort! I usually publish my poems in Spanish on this profile, and in English on my other WC profile "Marie Anzalone." I have not been able to publish this one yet, but here it is for you in my English translation:
Imagine a world where little girls love ony pink.
The walls of their bedrooms are colored
like cotton candy and the bedspreads
have Disney princesses in rosy dresses
and pink ballet slippers. Their nails are bubble
gum and awards are given for those whose
have the most sparkles and are the glossiest.
Their books are covered with pink paper
and their desks have pink pencils and
their uniforms have shirts in sunset pink.
They can be anything they want as long
they wear pink while doing it- if they play
sports, their sneakers have little pink pom-poms;
if they become doctors, their earrings are pink.
They eat off plates painted with peonies
and carnations, drinking from glasses cut
to resemble rose quartz. Even their cats
wear pink rhinestone studded collars while
languishing like bored queens in a sea of
so much froth and lace and indolence.
Now place into this world a little girl who just
walked in out of the fields carrying a veritable
rainbow of non-pink conforming wildflowers,
with mud on her knees and dirt under her nails,
and imagine, just imagine, if her favorite
color- were blue.