Pablo is connected to the Atacama region and is one of the leading figures in contemporary poetry in the area. His passion for poetry is reflected both in his poems and when he talks about his work and what he has done to teach and bring poetry to the young people.
Within his creative process, he mentions that it begins with the personal, experiences, and feelings that are present through daily life, and these are translated into poems. In the book, he adopts the perspective of another person to address different points of view from familiarity, remaining faithful to the riches that the region possesses, and seeking voices to speak in his poems. «Miel» speaks about the region, the desert, myths, and preferred music rhythms of this place, which imbue the richness of the Atacama region in his verses.
Lap
Mother:
If you could hug Yanko for me on this night of meteor showers
If I could hug both you and Yanko at the same time
If you could save my pocket knife in your purse
For my other life
We surely will have a future
If in you the sea turtles rested
and the humpback whales too
If the Humboldt penguins shielded in you
and the tides too
the next world would be beautiful
just like the islands
that hung on the meridians
cradled
only
by your strength.
PLAN
Walking through the north route
To observe foxes and guanacos
To have a clinical eye of the shadows
and use the sun as a pendulum
To find hope in every cloud that appears in the horizon
Put on glasses to reduce the ochre
and detect the stones that weight
like sacks of salt
To investigate about the ravines
and the water that get through there
To reach the white y turquoise villages
To investigate ufoports in geologic faults
To water the chañares
To ooze and moister yourself
Take away the hanged bags at the henges
To rub the eyes and become a cave
Feeling the drizzle and bloom your ear in the camanchaca
To decipher the white spray petroglyphs on the rocks
To visit the ravines that used to belong to the felines
To reach at the summits of the vultures
and to pick up seaweed for the oystercatcher
To delete the tracks of the motorize sport
and turn on | the directional handles of the travelers |
To cry
alone.
PRAYER
Maiden of the sea
Maiden of the rocks
Maiden of the clouds
of the stars
of the spread seaweed
of the dune
of the Earth
of the battles
of the suicides
Maiden
of the child services
of the camps
of the communities
Maiden of cancer
of lupus
of epilepsy
of heart failure
of cerebral tumor
of cirrhosis
Maiden
of Lourdes
Protect the roads
that lead to the salt house
Patroness of boats and carts
of sleds and submarines
Holy virgin of the incubators.
