She's an ordinary woman from Paraguay
Just trying to write her own poems
Or so, as she has written in her bio
But there's nothing ordinary about her
She's Alicia in Wonderland
Alicia... in Paraguay-land
Like Alice you may enter her world
her house, her home
And if you dare she'll let you into her
mind, her heart, her soul
She'll be as honest as she pleases
Yes, she may rub you wrong
But she writes for herself (and maybe a lover)
And not for everyone
She's down to earth, she doesn't mince her words
She dices them and serves them with hot pepper
They can burn your mouth, your throat, your eyes
They can burn down a house of lies
She's Alicia from Paraguay who writes
with a knife
Who kills herself each time she tells a story
Who'll give her soul for Love and Poetry
Please also read 'No More Poems, Alicia? No Mas? Never ever, Alicia? Nunca mas? ' which I wrote after this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woweee! And then, there's Sonya, from Philippino-land Who kills herself each time she tells a story/Who'll giver her soul for Love and Poetry! Sorry, Alicia is no longer here. Your introduction makes her sadly missed by this soul who never read her or heard of her, except in your last 2 poems.