A Peruvian Autumn – Part 3 Broken by Filonilo Catalina We who are brokenare always trying to fix ourselveseither with a glass of wine in our handor with a syringe in our arms.Alwayswe always try to mend ourselvesin church with our hair neatly combedor with a partner by the hand.Wewho are brokenwalk until our shoes are worn outwe stand in long lines in the pewsand with sad smiles we wait well seated.We who are brokensay good morning without thinkingand without remedy we leave this world with our suits on and our hair in a ponytail. Until the last song by Lourdes Aparicion In memory of Evelyn Rondinelli, my Blue Orbital I have searched for you under the rockswho have been sleeping since you resigned from Ayacuchoyour shadow was a blue birdI was walking the gloryshaggy headsand the adobe houseswhere we lived when you were meatyou used to hideunder that river that led usand dance to the last songin dis-crazy parties,You expected that every nighttear themselves apart before your eyeswith your smilea blue rainbowa serene and blue skya calm blue rivera blue rainand this heart thatI knowgathershrinkrips apartbluntsfromthatyourvoiceflew Hymn to Seeing by Valeria Chauvel I’ve seen nature, infinite, boundlessThe life I see around is countlessThere is hope with us, I may proveI’ve seen them breathe and move. I’ve seen the night white coloursIn between its dark huesI’ve seen the light undercoverBehind the clouds, it diffuse. I’ve stopped to walk and talkTo learn, to see and hearIn the space, timeless clockThe beauty and sounds in here. The New Life by Willy Gómez We were leaving in your car and we had an open moon chasing us. On your body grew other shores of high meadows, and in my hands your photos, my glasses, your citrus cologne and my cigarettes. We were driving at 120 km/h listening to the radio Tragedies of Priam, astonished because of the alum stains on the track that darkened the road towards a horizon of frightened lights. A protagonist of the escape was going with us to the Lima carnival. I was saving for the arrival of its bridges and its gardens, the waltzes of the old neighborhood, the adobo recipe and the modern dance. Until the narcissus came to us wanting to fight, after the desire to go further while the cars slowed down one after the otherand slid over the real landscape of wires and poles of the Costa Verde. That starless night we were caught in a double collision between machines. But we could still hear the sea breaking the waves. About the Authors Lourdes Aparicion (Apurímac, 1993). Lourdes Apari Moscoso, also Lourdes Aparicion. Migrant, activist, psychologist and community cultural manager. She lives in Paracas (Pisco, Ica), where she is the co-founder of the Emergentes del Mar Cultural Group. She is the author of the “Warmi” plaquette. Likewise, she has been invited to participate in different literary events, national and international, and some of her texts make up various literary exhibitions in Peru, Bolivia, Argentina and Mexico. In 2020, she obtained the first honorable mention in the XI El Poeta Joven del Perú Contest with a first version of her book entitled Apacheta. Filonilo Catalina: He is a cultural manager. He won the COPÉ prize for poetry in 2005 with his book El Monstruo de los Cerros and, in 2015, he obtained the first place for poetry in the “El País de Ofelia” award in Spain with the book Arquitectura de Pájaros. He has published seven books of poetry. In his youth he was a member of the Box team from Arequipa. Nowadays he is currently dedicated to make musical compositions. He directs the label “Rupestre” with which he disseminates the poetry of his country. Valeria Chauvel Moscoso (1998, Lima, Perú). Studies philosophy at the Pontificia Universidad Católica del Perú, and is as passionate about poetry and visual arts as she is about her career. She has participated in a collective publication with the FCE in the poetry book “Versos desde el encierro” and in the recital of La Huaca es Poesía, “De las voces del Perú y Latinoamérica para el mundo” (From the voices of Peru and Latin America to the world). She is currently part of the organization La Huaca es Poesía. Also, she is about to finish her first collection of poems, where the search for meaning, existential emptiness and the absurd are the themes that prompted the creation of this first book of verses. Willy Gómez Migliaro was born in Lima-Peru on August 13, 1968. Winner of the Latin American poetry prize Festival de la Lira 2015. He has directed the poetry magazines Polvo enamorado (1990-1992) and Tokapus (1993-1996). He has also published the books of poetry Etérea (2002), Nada como los campos (2003) and La breve eternidad de Raymundo Nóvak (2005), all under the Hipocampo Editores label; Moridor (Pakarina Ediciones, 2010), Construcción Civil (Paracaídas Editores, 2013), Nuevas Batallas (Arteidea Editores, 2013), Pintura roja (Paracaidas Editores, 2016) Lírico puro (Hipocampo Editores, 2017), Among the research books it has been compiler of the book OPEMPE, relatos orales asháninka y nomatsiguenga (Editorial AndesBook, 2009) y Cholos, 13 poetas peruanos nacidos entre el 70 y el 90 (Catafixia, 2014). His poems have appeared in major Spanish-American and European magazines. He has been published in different national and international poetry anthologies. He is currently a professor of literature, creative writing, and literary consultant.