(Spanish) No, I don’t feel I am a poet anymore. I had decided and have decided not to publish poetry anymore. This book has poetry spanning over 17 years. The last poems of the last years are almost narratives. No. I don’t think I’m a poet. The poet I had inside me died because the world swallowed her! No, because poetry is breathing. It’s like knowing how to breath. It’s another rhythm, but I feel that my rhythm doesn’t follow what I have inside. In any case, as I told you, the poet is born, not made. Ok then. She’s going to sleep, to hibernate and will wake up years later.
Doris Moromisato Miasato (1962) was born in Chambala, an agricultural zone of Lima, Peru. She graduated with a degree in Law and Political Science at the Universidad Nacional Mayor de San Marcos.
She has published the collection of poems Morada donde la luna perdió su palidez [Home were the moon lost its paleness] (1988), Chambala era un camino [Chambala was the path] (1999), Diario de la mujer es ponja [Diary of a Jap woman] (2004), Paisaje Terrestre [Terrestrial Path] (2007), as well as the story book Okinawa, un siglo en el Perú [Okinawa. A century in Peru] (2006). Her poems, stories, essays, and features have also been included in several anthologies and have been translated into several languages.
She is an ecologist, feminist and Buddhist. In 2006, the Okinawa Municipality nominated her as an Ambassador of Good Will. Nowadays, she is columnist for the Discover Nikkei Website, and since 2005 she has managed the organization of book fairs as Cultural Director of Cámara Peruana del Libro. (February 26, 2008)