To My Mother by Ricardo Plata

 

To My Mother

My parents brought me to life to die; however, I adore the time before sentencing day. Son of a university of public heritage, every day I go chasing buses to achieve my dreams. Student since the age of four, my memory preserves papier-mâché gardens and of foami giraffes in scale. I was born in the winter of a year full of nines, the true date of my birth It was the first breakdown of the heart that day it rained, life baptized me, and he said: "welcome." At eighteen I was thrown into the world with only a card of majority, to a jungle of horns and blows, no fang has touched my flesh, I also have stripes on my back like tigers ”I shouted in the avenues. I'm twenty-three years old and I have nothing my skeleton is made of bread and promises, and my future is a concern That never survives me.

About The Author

Ricardo Plata studied Hispanic Literature at the Universidad Autónoma Metropolitana. He is author of the poetry collection Para habitar mi nombre under the Literalia publishing label. He was a fellow of the Festival Interfaz: The signs in rotation. He is founder and CEO of Cardenal Literary Magazine and of the National Meeting of Young Writers-UAM-I. He has published in literary magazines in Mexico, Uzbekistan, Peru, Argentina, Turkey, Pakistan and Bangladesh.