Siklo di lektura di Fakultat General di Universidat di Antia

Awe mainta e konosido Wim Rutgers a tene un charla tokante di e tópiko:
Idioma i multilingualismo di literatura antiano ántes i awor.

Komo parti di e mainta tres talento lokal a presentá nan poesia.


Bianca Neman

M’a pone mi dilanti

M’a pone mi dilanti tur loke mi ke logra
loke mi ke logra semper ta kana dilanti

Ningun stap patras ta pone mi kambia
loke mi ta bai logra.

Ta kana mi ta kana, maske tin ora mi mester kokochá.
Pasó ami a disidí ku t’esei ta mi meta i e ta logra.

Lo mi trompeká, pero lo mi lanta para atrobe
pa bolbe sigui kana.

Mi no mester kore tampoko,
pasó poko poko mi ta yega.

Tin biaha lo mi brua na kaminda,
bira pabou na lugá di pariba.

Pero bo a kere ku mi ta pèrdè na kaminda?
Loke mi a pone mi dilanti tesei mi ta bai logra.

Divino
Bianca Neman
2002



Nolda Römer, mama di Louis Philippe

E Lagadishi

Un lagadishi a bai drumi
Rib’un kadushi,
Kere ku ta piedra kayente dushi
Ku e por sosegá riba dje.

I ora e sumpiñanan a drentele
E n’ pensa ku nada por a ‘nele
Un doló di kurason.

Ma rib’un mal anochi
Ku bientu i awaseru
I ku spirit’i friu mes a drenta kueru,

E lagadishi a realisá,
Ku su kurason
A keda tur sumpiñá.

I pa kausa di sumpiña,
E pober bestia a pèrdè su pia
Ta riba barika e tin ku lastra
Si e kier a piki
Un tiki kuminda.

I t’asina un lagadishi inosente,
A bira un temeroso serpiente.

P’e Flor Pèrdí / It’s Too Late Now
Louis Philippe Römer
2004



Lara Ghering

Certain things do lay the chromium nerves raw
Even though you dance so gaily
The island is covered in pika’s
Prehistoric beasts and folkloric spiders
Who wear shoes to last for ages, as you will
At night the poisonous life-baring Isla
Is a golden tribute to dust
And the wonderfully horrible St. Elisabeth
Whose hall must resemble St. Mungo’s
Glitzes a funereal feast
With spiritual hoods, ‘kleine non’
The idyllic exterior looking on the street
Where water once rested
It eagerly greets stone Mai’s
And it should bow to live mamas
Whose room was subject to design
Atlantis did not sink, it rose
Swim over ice, a galaxy away
Though most cannot find
Fools ‘n horses, horses ‘n fools
Whisked.

Whisk
Lara Ghering
2004