Nguyen Bao Chan

Nguyen Bao Chan recita el poema La mano de mi padre:

LA MANO DE MI PADRE

Observando la palma de tu mano

veo las penurias del pasado y del futuro.

Observando la palma de tu mano

veo el firmamento de mi infancia,

cuando aún podía volar hasta la luna

y todos mis sueños serían una realidad.

¡Padre! El tiempo ha pasado

he regresado de los sueños a la vida.

He sostenido en mis manos los añicos

de mis sueños destrozados.

Los he molido para protegerme,

los he afilado para mantenerme viva,

los trituré nuevamente,

para ser capaz aún

de amar, tener esperanzas.

¡Padre! Si mi vida nuevamente se hiciera

sé que tú recogerías los pedazos,

a pesar de que te cortarían la palma de tu mano,

a pesar de que te herirían profundamente.

(Traducción Festival de poesía de Medellín).

MY FATHER'S HAND

Looking at the lines of your hand

I see past and future hardships

Looking at the palm of your hand

I see the sky of my childhood,

Once I could fly to the moon

And the stars would carry all our dreams.

Father! Time has passed

I have dropped out of your dreams

And entered my own life

I have held the broken fragments

Of your dreams in my tiny hand

I have sharpened them

Ground them down

And sharpened them once again

To live

To believe

To love

To protect myself.

Father! If one day I let my life be shattered again,

I know you would pick up the pieces,

Even though they cut your palm,

Even though they hurt you deeply.

(Translated and sent by Nguyen Bao Chan).

GỬI CHA

Soi vào lòng tay cha

Con thấy những con đường bị cắt chia

Thành tương lai thành quá khứ nhọc nhằn

Con thấy bầu trời ấu thơ con trôi theo những vầng trăng

Những vì sao chở bao giấc mơ.

Cha ơi! Thời gian vèo trôi

Con đã vỡ khỏi giấc mơ để trở thành một cuộc đời

Con cầm mảnh vỡ của cha bằng bàn tay nhỏ bé này

Con mài sắc nó

Làm nó cùn mòn

Rồi lại mài sắc thêm lần nữa

Để sống

Để yêu tin

Để tự chở che mình.

Cha ơi! Nếu có lúc nào con trót đánh rơi

Mảnh vỡ ấy tan tành

Thì con biết cha sẽ nhặt lên từng vụn từng vụn nhỏ

Dẫu nó cứa vào tay cha

Dẫu nó khiến cha đau.

Nguyen Bao Chan (Haiphong, Vietnam, 1969). Se graduó del programa de Escritura y Edición de la Universidad de cine y teatro de Hanoi en 1991, y actualmente trabaja como editora y guionista para Vietnam Television. Su libro El río quemado, 1994, recibió el premio de la Unión vietnamita de arte y literatura. También ha publicado Barefoot in winter (Youth publications, 1999) y Thorns in Dreams (edición bilingüe inglés-vietnamita, Gioi Publishers, 2010).

Aquí el artículo Nguyen Bao Chan: Una nueva voz dentro de la antigua fortaleza (por Trinh Y Thu).

Nguyen Bao Chan (Haiphong, Vietnam, 1969). She is a member of the Vietnam Writers Association. Her book Burned River received a Vietnamese Literary and Arts Union award in 1994. Her other collections include Barefoot in Winter (Youth Publications, 1999) and Thorns in Dreams (Vietnamese-English bilingual edition, Gioi Publishers, 2010). Her work has been included in many anthologies, including The Defiant Muse: Vietnamese Feminist Poems from Antiquity to the Present (Women’s Publishing House, Hanoi, 2007). She has read her poetry at literary festivals in Vietnam and abroad. She currently works for Vietnam Television as an editor in arts and culture.

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