Festival Internacional de Poesía Amada Libertad

Cynthia Guardado M useo T ecleño 1 “Niños 1”, El Salvador, 1988 by American photographer Donna DeCesare A boy plays with the carcass of a bomb, its broken container the aftermath from attacks on his village. The placard says, 1988; he was the same age as me. His furrowed brow carries war; a building crumbles behind him. At four the only force against me was a pre-school fence, the red tail lights of my father’s car disappearing. This boy poses alone, lifts his arm higher as if to show me the bomb’s fractured tail, its metal edges like teeth. His parents must be just outside the frame. They watch the American photographer instruct their son to glide his finger– small like mine–over the sharpness of steel, to peer into the open belly of this bomb. M useo tecleño “Niños 1”, El Salvador, 1988 por la fotógrafa estadounidense Donna De Cesare Un niño juega con la carcasa de una bomba, su ojiva destrozada, secuela de los ataques