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Sentimiento poetico Poetic sentiment
viernes, 20 de abril de 2018
sábado, 2 de septiembre de 2017
Canto poético. Poetic singing
A las personas que nos gusta sentir la poesia, tenemos una sensivilidad que de alguna forma nos obliga a nutrirnos de expresiones artísticas como en este caso la poesia.
Dicen que la poesía es la rama de la literatura de los vagos.
Pero también debemos saber que solo unos pocos vagos escriben bien poesia
La poesia es el lenguaje que realza y embellece la fealdad de la lengua
Canto poetico
Quisiera nacer contigo
para ser uno mismo
en dos mitades
que se completan
en uno mismo.
La singular transparencia
del alma solariega
en busca del corazón perdido
por la mariposa errante
que juega contigo mismo
en un solo sitio.
* * *
To the people who like to feel the poetry, we have a sensibility that somehow forces us to nourish ourselves of artistic expressions like in this case the poetry.
They say that poetry is the branch of literature of the vagrants.
But we must also know that only a few vague writers write well poetry
Poetry is the language that enhances and embellishes the ugliness of the tongue
Poetic singing
I would like to be born with you
to be oneself
in two halves
which are completed
in oneself.
The unique transparency
of the soul of man
in search of the lost heart
by the wandering butterfly
that plays with you
in one place.
Dicen que la poesía es la rama de la literatura de los vagos.
Pero también debemos saber que solo unos pocos vagos escriben bien poesia
La poesia es el lenguaje que realza y embellece la fealdad de la lengua
Canto poetico
Quisiera nacer contigo
para ser uno mismo
en dos mitades
que se completan
en uno mismo.
La singular transparencia
del alma solariega
en busca del corazón perdido
por la mariposa errante
que juega contigo mismo
en un solo sitio.
* * *
To the people who like to feel the poetry, we have a sensibility that somehow forces us to nourish ourselves of artistic expressions like in this case the poetry.
They say that poetry is the branch of literature of the vagrants.
But we must also know that only a few vague writers write well poetry
Poetry is the language that enhances and embellishes the ugliness of the tongue
Poetic singing
I would like to be born with you
to be oneself
in two halves
which are completed
in oneself.
The unique transparency
of the soul of man
in search of the lost heart
by the wandering butterfly
that plays with you
in one place.
Diciendo os queremos. Saying we want them
Diciendo os queremos
Quisiera compartir contigo
todo lo que soy tengo y sueño.
Y cuando llegue el momento
compartir contigo
las anchas puertas del cielo.
Y una vez allí, donde sopla el viento
con un leve murmullo melancólico,
sonando aquella canción del recuerdo,
cogidos de la mano esperando un reencuentro,
salpicados a besos y a palabras de te quiero
seguir entrando juntos aún viviendo del recuerdo,
contemplar desde ahí arriba nuestro mundo,
nuestras experiencias, nuestros desdenes,
y nuestros amores queridos saludándonos
diciendo os queremos.
* * *
Saying we want them
I would like to share with you
everything that I am I have and dream.
And when the time comes
share with you
the broad gates of heaven.
And once there, where the wind blows
with a slight melancholy murmur,
sounding that song of the memory,
holding hands waiting for a reunion,
sprinkled with kisses and words of love
keep going together still living from the memory,
contemplate from above our world,
our experiences, our differences,
and our beloved loves greeting us
saying we want them.
Quisiera compartir contigo
todo lo que soy tengo y sueño.
Y cuando llegue el momento
compartir contigo
las anchas puertas del cielo.
Y una vez allí, donde sopla el viento
con un leve murmullo melancólico,
sonando aquella canción del recuerdo,
cogidos de la mano esperando un reencuentro,
salpicados a besos y a palabras de te quiero
seguir entrando juntos aún viviendo del recuerdo,
contemplar desde ahí arriba nuestro mundo,
nuestras experiencias, nuestros desdenes,
y nuestros amores queridos saludándonos
diciendo os queremos.
* * *
Saying we want them
I would like to share with you
everything that I am I have and dream.
And when the time comes
share with you
the broad gates of heaven.
And once there, where the wind blows
with a slight melancholy murmur,
sounding that song of the memory,
holding hands waiting for a reunion,
sprinkled with kisses and words of love
keep going together still living from the memory,
contemplate from above our world,
our experiences, our differences,
and our beloved loves greeting us
saying we want them.
domingo, 11 de diciembre de 2016
I keep feeling closer and closer to me. Te sigo sintiendo cada vez más cerca de mi.
Te siento más cerca de mí
Y en esta gélida noche
del lúgubre invierno,
mientras la lluvia
llama con ímpetu
a mi fría puerta.
Es cuando se,
que esta noche
te siento más cerca de mí.
Percibo tu mirada
cómplice de nuestro amor,
como una caricia cohibida
o un beso intenso y prolongado,
como aquellas palabras sin decir,
te siento más cerca de mi.
A medida que la madrugada
se adentra en las horas más tardías,
cuando la mente queda abstraída,
y dejó de pensar.
Te sigo sintiendo cada vez más cerca de mi.
* * *
I feel you closer to me
And on this icy night
Of the dreary winter,
While the rain
Call with impetus
To my cold door.
It is when,
That tonight
I feel you closer to me.
I can see your look
Accomplice of our love,
Like a self-conscious caress
Or an intense and prolonged kiss,
Like those words without saying,
I feel you closer to me.
As the dawn
It penetrates in the later hours,
When the mind is abstracted,
And stopped thinking.
viernes, 27 de noviembre de 2015
The heart also cries amazon.es this on amazon.com and ought only to look for the title, if you want to see more publications of the author by name: Gerardo Moreno Matanza
The heart also cries is a title that came from a poetic Facebook page, with which I began to publish my poems a few years ago, even before a blog titled was preceded poetic feeling.
It really has no relevance is simply a metaphor as a standard wedge poems of this book titled "The heart weeps"
HEART ALSO CRIES
The heart also cries
Sometimes
I felt
Mourn inside
Like my heart
Outside Torn
For the invisible dagger
Exhausted
,,,
With a tic tac
Synchronized
Upset
Injured
By a punch
Murderer
Dry throat
Unable to swallow saliva
Chest tightness
Repentance
All of it
It's posible
Happens
Why
The heart also cries
* * *
Heart to heart
Since
Deep inside of me
My heart weeps
Heartbroken and shrunk
Leaning on the sternum
I mind you my dreams
To take a quantum button
Dimensional portal opens
That unites the two
Both ends
A circle
A circle
That as a soap bubble
Envelops and imprisons us
Heart to heart
* * *
There will be poetry
While the smile of a child
is reflected in the hearts
Pristine backwater
In the fantasy forest
And in heaven
We draw
As grooves in the air
The excitement of man
Among such misery
There will be poetry
* * *
Nothing exists
Nothing exists
And there is nothing to fear
Life is an illusion
Our mind.
Weather escape
Through my fingers
Like the water
By drinking
A source
Water, earth and sun
Life is an illusion
But it's so real
It is difficult
Believing is an illusion
Our mind
When they
Nothing exists
* * *
In the reflection of your tears
Each tear
It's part of my
Part of a dream
I longed
If joints
All of them
In a recipient
You will have your dream
Formed
And you can watch
In the reflection of your tears
* * *
Foam and salt
Onslaught of waves
Impacting on the cliff
Where the lighthouse
It glows in the dark
And the stars adorning the sky
And the moon as a garland
night light
Sour morning
Wet wave
Foam and salt
* * *
Do not Tempt Me
I flood of faith
I holster on his own body
You look at life
Love you without knowing you
You claim on my death
You swear and perjure
Your life
And even without knowing
Of you
I'm still looking for you
Inside me
And only
Not
Absolutely
If you exist in reality
Or only in millions of souls
We continue
Do not Tempt Me
* * *
Heedless of life
Engaged insimiamado
In my magical world
In unleashed verses
The forgiveness of men
Life meanwhile
Bulle, burns and kills
I write poetically
Escondido reality
In reality unconscious
My creative consciousness
Where I spend the day and night
Like life to go
Not forgive the inattentive life
Not forgive human nature
Not forgive the spiteful death
Much hatred he accumulated
Every year
I no longer remains
More than oídar
And bear a grudge against the world
That nothing has helped me
Just me
With my verses
I overlapped
Converted
And molded
My convenience
Heedless of life
* * *
That comforts the soul
The answer is there
Escondida
Among the tears
That we can not see
The buried sadness
Sobbing and wailing
Of not having had
Among my arms
Desiring
In that last hug
That comforts the soul
* * *
Poetic spring
The outline of a blushing sun
Shy looks to the east
The poetic spring
Desoja a scent of flowers
Elisir nectar of the gods
Of civilizations
Ancestral
And in heaven
The stars
Shine
Welcoming
The men
Watching with amazement
Towards stellar sky
Where the constellations
Fanciful shapes drawn
For the imagination of man
And far away
A shooting star
Alumbra wish
Darkness
The poem writing
Poetic spring
* * *
In the same issue
It is the readiness of time
Life in a sigh
Suberized thoughts
Translucent and slippery
That slide
As the raindrop
Which precipitates
Through glass
Of the window
The logical reflection
Existential lightness
We moved
In the unique and primordial
The human being
Parallelism
Life and work
In the same issue
* * *
I love you
I want styling with grooves in the air
to draw in the sky
Shock stake and hammer
I love you
* * *
In the trunk of memories
The pulse quickened
Asymmetric tic tac
My fluffy heart
In the corner of memories
My heart
Half of emotions and memories
The smiling past
This happy
The future at this time
I fill my life
Emotions
Joys
And wishes
Still beating
Sharing
Your kisses
Secretly
In the trunk of memories
* * *
Of heaven on earth
Among the stones ossified
Worn by rubbing time
Transcripts millennia
Moldy embedded
And intertwined ivy
In its boulders
From the land of fire
The mountain rises
More spiritual
Of heaven on earth
Bird flying
And plan on peak
Machu Pichu
And in the air reminiscent
From ancient times
Human sacrifices
Cries on behalf
Pagan gods
Primitive dances
Stagger to Sotavento
From earth to heaven
The fervor of the dance
And music
Interspersed
With smoke
Campfire
Requiem
A spirits
Prophecies
Premonitions
Premonitory dreams
Necromancers
And demons
Dance
At the same time
Celebration
Archaic, laughter
And trances
Flights in the air
Travel Dreams
Of heaven on earth
* * *
In the dream
Lying
In the cot
I've been waiting for you
Let the mind
Blank
But they appeared
Colors
Many
That even
Some
I did not know
How weird
Slowly
I was immersing myself
In your arms
Voluptuous dream
And I fell
In your network
Sleep
When I'm with you
It does not exist
No time
Ni space
Only the lonely
And pleasure
To be
Immersed
In the dream
* * *
And only peace of silence
Thousand questions
Crowd
On the fence
From my window
Half
I understand
The rest
These are questions
No Responses
No Responses
A much doubt
That haunts me
After the rain
The smell of damp earth
It reminds me
The nights
Of twinkling stars
We spent
In the garden without flowers
Hugging
And kissing
No questions
No Responses
You and I
Wind, sun and rain
And only the peace of silence
* * *
Those black eyes
Your eyes
They look askance
Penetrating my thoughts
Taciturn, drunk
Del Amor Brujo
Congenital need
To scrutinize
The feelings
Locked in your heart
Half your heart
Feeling
Half emotion
Where prisoner
Love is
Releasing heart
Locked
Inside
In my humble body
While
I keep searching
Those black eyes
* * *
In the bottom of the universe
Blue as the sky
As the rolling sea
As the blue of your eyes
When you look in silence
Like the wake of a comet
Deeply
Of the universe
* * *
Full availability
I remain at your
Full availability
To bite off
Fences and barbed wire
Demarcating borders
To make an act of contrition
And burn all flags
Until a white smoke
And we finish with the new pope
New lofty monarchs
The highest cribs
Full availability
To remove all conflicts
And new attempts
And looking through the window
And see the green field
The high peaks
And the haven of peace
The more that ancient lake
I would urge and remain at your
Full availability
* * *
An inhospitable planet
The boy is crying
Blood in the cradle
The child has no bread
Do not have
To lie
A mouth
While the assembly
Extraordinary
Of the eleven
It meets
To treat
Industrial restructuring
My child cries blood
You no longer have forces
The cradle rocks
By wind
Whispering the world
Where are the good hearts?
My child lies inert
A shadow
Miniature
The meeting has expired
And they have not come
No agreement
My child has gone
As the morning star
To rush
On the curved horizon
An inhospitable planet
* * *
The smile
Disturbing
Subtle
Sensual
Grateful
Smiling woman
That looks to the future
Wanting him bite
Savor
And getting noticed
As an essential part
Of the universe
* * *
Eternal love
The nostalgic attached
I evoke you
Solitary roams the streets
Looking for the lost memory
In the same places
From the embers of time
Where we ate with kisses
Swearing us
Eternal love
* * *
Reunion
Broken life
A deadly bites
In the aftermath
The meeting
With the woman in black
I regret
Everything arrepentible
Without thinking without reflesionar
Just waiting
This time
Us more than ever
In the aftermath
Reunion
* * *
Poet who whispers in the morning
Whispering in the morning
Thank you
To live
My way
With fantasy
Childhood
With the desire to do
All that is in my hand
Write, transcribe
Wet paper
Furtive hieroglyphs
Poetry made grooves
In the air
This morning
Drawn
In illegible strokes
My whispering voice
Poet
Only poet
And nothing more
Poet whispers
In the morning
* * *
Like life to go
And it is the delay time
What makes me forget
Morning and night
Like life to go
* * *
And rushing to nothing
I see a world
Limping
Distortion
And Deception
The sight of my shadow
Perpetuates until dawn
I see tears as deepen
In dark holes and penumbra
I see sadness, dissatisfaction
A life and death
When you leave this world
Either in body or soul
Or the song of the skylark
I reincarnated
To forget
The egocentric nature
Men's
In one day I thought
I'll always be here
Next to you
Beside all
My shadow made tear
It will fall on my chin
Not before slipping
For my flushed cheek
Before emptying vacuum
And rushing to nothing
* * *
A inequality
Utopian sync
Pluralism
Of the world
Divided sectioned
Two worlds
Subterfuge and shelter
Indifference
Where empathy
Libra battle
A inequality
* * *
A dawn absent
An absent am
I miss your appointment
Tonight
Decline role
Dark deaf
It broke the mold
And the stigma
That they watched him,
From the beginning
The beginning of time
When the sun
And the moon
They took over
Day and night
A dawn absent
* * *
At the end of the period
Safe time
Subterfuge
Man
No pass
Space
Between birth
Or die
I was born
Occupying
Time
Surviving
And I've lived
With time
And in the aftermath
Of the time
Finally
From my days
I feel
That the life
It is a breath
And so
The stronger you blow
You have more time
To occupy
As far as
Makes you feel alive
Before the blow
Exhale
At the end of the period
* * *
From the history of a ladder
By its staggered pavers
They have a lot of people stepped
Anonymous people
People recognized
Just people
If your steps
Have
Supernaturally
The power to talk
Tell tales
Most colorful, fun
And dramatic
We could imagine
By its cracks
They would escape
All experiences
From the history of a ladder
* * *
My crazy love
I still flutter
butterflies in the stomach
every time I look at you
feeling throng
and I lose the reason
My crazy love
* * *
To me
I would die
To live in silence
I would like
I do not want to
I do not know what you want
Neither is what I want
I just know that I love you
So do you want me
To me
* * *
Sleeping child
Sleep without fear
The moon lights your dreams
Dreams that are not
More than unbridled fantasy
Your tender heart
* * *
Oda poetry
Shared Clouds
By the sleepwalking stars
And the moon boring
Oda poetry
Am dying
Horrified by dawn
The incessant shadow
From night to fall
Oda poetry
As nightly
The curtain closes
The same function
Oda poetry
* * *
In the standby state
Sustained quiet in a fine thread
In a pendulum swinging
The stillness of a lost look
Sustained patience
In a musical tone
Down one octave
Autumnal decline
Innocence transferred
At the shameful offspring
That patience is not a science
If not the ability to know how to wait
Calm and quiet
With the ability to maintain
A good attitude
In the standby state
* * *
Nobody is more than anyone
The great man
With their shiny shoes
Dancing on the heads
The fearful and weak
The poor man
We look with pity
While hurts
His head
He continues
Dancing the dance
As if to prove
That's more than anyone
But nobody is more than anyone
It's just a matter of time
We will meet all
By abandoning our souls
In this world of wrongs
In this precise moment
All know
Nobody is more than anyone
* * *
Three poets born
Three poets born
With three faults
Live, dream and die
As a battalion of clouds
Threatening rain
The eagle soars
On the Castilian plain
The stubborn innocence
Of his free verse
The voyage of their life
Plethoric full of metaphors
They've been taken
As the beam
From the distant life
Inattentive bruised
Of linked verse
And imprisoned syntax
In verses endecasílabas
Or verses arrhythmic
Early fallen
The silence
The death sentence
Final
For only being poets
And express feelings
To wind people
Three poets they lay
* * *
The silhouette
Impregnated on the floor
Embedded as fossil
As fleeting cut
Another time
An unearthly figure
It collects diffused
On earth
Vestiges of the past
Or the uncertain future
The silhouette carved
In the early asphalt
In any city
Silhouette yaciente
Of a living being
In position complaint
The silhouette lies
Wrapped in land
Embedded in the ground
It is part of it
The silhouette
* * *
Or in the form of heart
The universal silhouette
Forming two drops
Weeping to hope
Somber hearts
That overlook the morning
The light of the soul
It's like a heart
Red Power and Passion
The unfolded energy
Of an angelic choir
A sonata for harp
A musical genius
The sad ballad of sponsorship
The day has arrived
Meeting of hearts
Waiting for the waves
And a picture in the sky
A large cottony heart
With clouds that go into the sea
In the form of rain crying
Or in the form of heart
* * *
Dante's Inferno
Dry Rain
Wet desert
Waterproof memory
Of the primitive ancestors
Star off
Illuminated hole
Invisible shadow
Souvenir Light
Civilizations
You sunk
In the ocean
Divinations of deities
Necromancers and wizards
Runes throw stones
Are anticipating the game
Wind submerged
Deep
The inexorable ocean
Swim on earth
Run On Water
Conjunction metaphysics
Water trampoline
Shake on earth
deep Throat
From the bowels
The center of the earth
Moans and groans
Dante's Inferno
* * *
Between violet and white
Almond blossom
Reborn strengthened
In the midst of spring
Their strong roots
rooted
In the depths of the earth
As arms giant
As a windmilling
Its embedded seed
More it into the earth
Something beats life
Heart-shaped
Born almond branches
Hugging each other
The flower of almond desojada
For many princesses and fairies
Between black and white
The choice remains gray
Between violet and white
The balcony overlooks the spring
Between violet and white
* * *
It is the touch of the night
Gentle caressing
On my skin
Causes whispers
In the silence
Souvenir
Shrouded
In the drab darkness
A taciturn night
The sky broken stars
Sentinels of the moon
After the cliff
Perpetual Ocean
Create sparkles on the water
The voluminous moonlight
As light waves
They are dissipating
On its calm waters
To the horizon
Where the white sphere
Seem to float on water
Levita thunderheads
Reflected on the surface
The crystalline ocean
Mirages of heaven
Reflected in its waters
The sea breeze
Soft caresses
My skin
It is the touch of the night
* * *
Registration time
Sewn time
In seconds trimmings
Lace minutes
Hem hours
Sewing the excesses
Of torn days
Year targeted
For centuries Shotgun
The centuries of centuries
Registration time
* * *
Finally I dreamed again
I'm thinking
Crestfallen
Broken memories
Among brittle
Branches Misty Forest
As the fog
It enters my mind
The crash of branches
And the flash of leaves
The wet autumn
Each tread
Flap and press
My desire to bite
To break ground
To find
And take with litter
And desojar your rags
And give burial
Between the eyes misting
Hair Mist
And the lips of frost
They left
My dismal thoughts
My mind stopped thinking
It was an autumn break
Finally I dreamed again
* * *
Underwater
Serenity
Warm waters
Carved with kisses
Conceived of love
In peerless
Aqueous liquid
Scratching water
Caressing
A serenity
Underwater
* * *
I live waiting
I live waiting
The decline
My feelings
Immersed in tears
As tears of rain
Crying sky
Found feelings
In the corner of memories
Butterfly by laughing
Playing with air
His prodigious
Nature wrapped
In the reigning empty
You never will feel alone
If hope is not diluted
In boiling alcohol
If your mood
No languishes
As the dry tree
As long
A breath of love
Through the air
We will continue playing
Like kids
Immature perennial
And while
I live waiting
* * *
I dreamed of a better world
I would like to return
Where travel
Dreams
For the first time
I would like to know
Where magic
And the illusion dream
With a world
Magical?
I would like to return
A daydreaming
Why dreaming
Dreams seem
So real?
Only dreaming
I feel better
And back to sleep
I dreamed of a better world
* * *
So poetry
The halting voice
Written word
Versed without context
So poetry
Broken air
Short silence
Inhabiting
In the wall
Of paper
The poems bounce
Syntactic harmony
Shaping
Thought
Imaginary
The imagination
Poetics
Poetry
Found
So poetry
The heart also cries is a title that came from a poetic Facebook page, with which I began to publish my poems a few years ago, even before a blog titled was preceded poetic feeling.
It really has no relevance is simply a metaphor as a standard wedge poems of this book titled "The heart weeps"
HEART ALSO CRIES
The heart also cries
Sometimes
I felt
Mourn inside
Like my heart
Outside Torn
For the invisible dagger
Exhausted
,,,
With a tic tac
Synchronized
Upset
Injured
By a punch
Murderer
Dry throat
Unable to swallow saliva
Chest tightness
Repentance
All of it
It's posible
Happens
Why
The heart also cries
* * *
Heart to heart
Since
Deep inside of me
My heart weeps
Heartbroken and shrunk
Leaning on the sternum
I mind you my dreams
To take a quantum button
Dimensional portal opens
That unites the two
Both ends
A circle
A circle
That as a soap bubble
Envelops and imprisons us
Heart to heart
* * *
There will be poetry
While the smile of a child
is reflected in the hearts
Pristine backwater
In the fantasy forest
And in heaven
We draw
As grooves in the air
The excitement of man
Among such misery
There will be poetry
* * *
Nothing exists
Nothing exists
And there is nothing to fear
Life is an illusion
Our mind.
Weather escape
Through my fingers
Like the water
By drinking
A source
Water, earth and sun
Life is an illusion
But it's so real
It is difficult
Believing is an illusion
Our mind
When they
Nothing exists
* * *
In the reflection of your tears
Each tear
It's part of my
Part of a dream
I longed
If joints
All of them
In a recipient
You will have your dream
Formed
And you can watch
In the reflection of your tears
* * *
Foam and salt
Onslaught of waves
Impacting on the cliff
Where the lighthouse
It glows in the dark
And the stars adorning the sky
And the moon as a garland
night light
Sour morning
Wet wave
Foam and salt
* * *
Do not Tempt Me
I flood of faith
I holster on his own body
You look at life
Love you without knowing you
You claim on my death
You swear and perjure
Your life
And even without knowing
Of you
I'm still looking for you
Inside me
And only
Not
Absolutely
If you exist in reality
Or only in millions of souls
We continue
Do not Tempt Me
* * *
Heedless of life
Engaged insimiamado
In my magical world
In unleashed verses
The forgiveness of men
Life meanwhile
Bulle, burns and kills
I write poetically
Escondido reality
In reality unconscious
My creative consciousness
Where I spend the day and night
Like life to go
Not forgive the inattentive life
Not forgive human nature
Not forgive the spiteful death
Much hatred he accumulated
Every year
I no longer remains
More than oídar
And bear a grudge against the world
That nothing has helped me
Just me
With my verses
I overlapped
Converted
And molded
My convenience
Heedless of life
* * *
That comforts the soul
The answer is there
Escondida
Among the tears
That we can not see
The buried sadness
Sobbing and wailing
Of not having had
Among my arms
Desiring
In that last hug
That comforts the soul
* * *
Poetic spring
The outline of a blushing sun
Shy looks to the east
The poetic spring
Desoja a scent of flowers
Elisir nectar of the gods
Of civilizations
Ancestral
And in heaven
The stars
Shine
Welcoming
The men
Watching with amazement
Towards stellar sky
Where the constellations
Fanciful shapes drawn
For the imagination of man
And far away
A shooting star
Alumbra wish
Darkness
The poem writing
Poetic spring
* * *
In the same issue
It is the readiness of time
Life in a sigh
Suberized thoughts
Translucent and slippery
That slide
As the raindrop
Which precipitates
Through glass
Of the window
The logical reflection
Existential lightness
We moved
In the unique and primordial
The human being
Parallelism
Life and work
In the same issue
* * *
I love you
I want styling with grooves in the air
to draw in the sky
Shock stake and hammer
I love you
* * *
In the trunk of memories
The pulse quickened
Asymmetric tic tac
My fluffy heart
In the corner of memories
My heart
Half of emotions and memories
The smiling past
This happy
The future at this time
I fill my life
Emotions
Joys
And wishes
Still beating
Sharing
Your kisses
Secretly
In the trunk of memories
* * *
Of heaven on earth
Among the stones ossified
Worn by rubbing time
Transcripts millennia
Moldy embedded
And intertwined ivy
In its boulders
From the land of fire
The mountain rises
More spiritual
Of heaven on earth
Bird flying
And plan on peak
Machu Pichu
And in the air reminiscent
From ancient times
Human sacrifices
Cries on behalf
Pagan gods
Primitive dances
Stagger to Sotavento
From earth to heaven
The fervor of the dance
And music
Interspersed
With smoke
Campfire
Requiem
A spirits
Prophecies
Premonitions
Premonitory dreams
Necromancers
And demons
Dance
At the same time
Celebration
Archaic, laughter
And trances
Flights in the air
Travel Dreams
Of heaven on earth
* * *
In the dream
Lying
In the cot
I've been waiting for you
Let the mind
Blank
But they appeared
Colors
Many
That even
Some
I did not know
How weird
Slowly
I was immersing myself
In your arms
Voluptuous dream
And I fell
In your network
Sleep
When I'm with you
It does not exist
No time
Ni space
Only the lonely
And pleasure
To be
Immersed
In the dream
* * *
And only peace of silence
Thousand questions
Crowd
On the fence
From my window
Half
I understand
The rest
These are questions
No Responses
No Responses
A much doubt
That haunts me
After the rain
The smell of damp earth
It reminds me
The nights
Of twinkling stars
We spent
In the garden without flowers
Hugging
And kissing
No questions
No Responses
You and I
Wind, sun and rain
And only the peace of silence
* * *
Those black eyes
Your eyes
They look askance
Penetrating my thoughts
Taciturn, drunk
Del Amor Brujo
Congenital need
To scrutinize
The feelings
Locked in your heart
Half your heart
Feeling
Half emotion
Where prisoner
Love is
Releasing heart
Locked
Inside
In my humble body
While
I keep searching
Those black eyes
* * *
In the bottom of the universe
Blue as the sky
As the rolling sea
As the blue of your eyes
When you look in silence
Like the wake of a comet
Deeply
Of the universe
* * *
Full availability
I remain at your
Full availability
To bite off
Fences and barbed wire
Demarcating borders
To make an act of contrition
And burn all flags
Until a white smoke
And we finish with the new pope
New lofty monarchs
The highest cribs
Full availability
To remove all conflicts
And new attempts
And looking through the window
And see the green field
The high peaks
And the haven of peace
The more that ancient lake
I would urge and remain at your
Full availability
* * *
An inhospitable planet
The boy is crying
Blood in the cradle
The child has no bread
Do not have
To lie
A mouth
While the assembly
Extraordinary
Of the eleven
It meets
To treat
Industrial restructuring
My child cries blood
You no longer have forces
The cradle rocks
By wind
Whispering the world
Where are the good hearts?
My child lies inert
A shadow
Miniature
The meeting has expired
And they have not come
No agreement
My child has gone
As the morning star
To rush
On the curved horizon
An inhospitable planet
* * *
The smile
Disturbing
Subtle
Sensual
Grateful
Smiling woman
That looks to the future
Wanting him bite
Savor
And getting noticed
As an essential part
Of the universe
* * *
Eternal love
The nostalgic attached
I evoke you
Solitary roams the streets
Looking for the lost memory
In the same places
From the embers of time
Where we ate with kisses
Swearing us
Eternal love
* * *
Reunion
Broken life
A deadly bites
In the aftermath
The meeting
With the woman in black
I regret
Everything arrepentible
Without thinking without reflesionar
Just waiting
This time
Us more than ever
In the aftermath
Reunion
* * *
Poet who whispers in the morning
Whispering in the morning
Thank you
To live
My way
With fantasy
Childhood
With the desire to do
All that is in my hand
Write, transcribe
Wet paper
Furtive hieroglyphs
Poetry made grooves
In the air
This morning
Drawn
In illegible strokes
My whispering voice
Poet
Only poet
And nothing more
Poet whispers
In the morning
* * *
Like life to go
And it is the delay time
What makes me forget
Morning and night
Like life to go
* * *
And rushing to nothing
I see a world
Limping
Distortion
And Deception
The sight of my shadow
Perpetuates until dawn
I see tears as deepen
In dark holes and penumbra
I see sadness, dissatisfaction
A life and death
When you leave this world
Either in body or soul
Or the song of the skylark
I reincarnated
To forget
The egocentric nature
Men's
In one day I thought
I'll always be here
Next to you
Beside all
My shadow made tear
It will fall on my chin
Not before slipping
For my flushed cheek
Before emptying vacuum
And rushing to nothing
* * *
A inequality
Utopian sync
Pluralism
Of the world
Divided sectioned
Two worlds
Subterfuge and shelter
Indifference
Where empathy
Libra battle
A inequality
* * *
A dawn absent
An absent am
I miss your appointment
Tonight
Decline role
Dark deaf
It broke the mold
And the stigma
That they watched him,
From the beginning
The beginning of time
When the sun
And the moon
They took over
Day and night
A dawn absent
* * *
At the end of the period
Safe time
Subterfuge
Man
No pass
Space
Between birth
Or die
I was born
Occupying
Time
Surviving
And I've lived
With time
And in the aftermath
Of the time
Finally
From my days
I feel
That the life
It is a breath
And so
The stronger you blow
You have more time
To occupy
As far as
Makes you feel alive
Before the blow
Exhale
At the end of the period
* * *
From the history of a ladder
By its staggered pavers
They have a lot of people stepped
Anonymous people
People recognized
Just people
If your steps
Have
Supernaturally
The power to talk
Tell tales
Most colorful, fun
And dramatic
We could imagine
By its cracks
They would escape
All experiences
From the history of a ladder
* * *
My crazy love
I still flutter
butterflies in the stomach
every time I look at you
feeling throng
and I lose the reason
My crazy love
* * *
To me
I would die
To live in silence
I would like
I do not want to
I do not know what you want
Neither is what I want
I just know that I love you
So do you want me
To me
* * *
Sleeping child
Sleep without fear
The moon lights your dreams
Dreams that are not
More than unbridled fantasy
Your tender heart
* * *
Oda poetry
Shared Clouds
By the sleepwalking stars
And the moon boring
Oda poetry
Am dying
Horrified by dawn
The incessant shadow
From night to fall
Oda poetry
As nightly
The curtain closes
The same function
Oda poetry
* * *
In the standby state
Sustained quiet in a fine thread
In a pendulum swinging
The stillness of a lost look
Sustained patience
In a musical tone
Down one octave
Autumnal decline
Innocence transferred
At the shameful offspring
That patience is not a science
If not the ability to know how to wait
Calm and quiet
With the ability to maintain
A good attitude
In the standby state
* * *
Nobody is more than anyone
The great man
With their shiny shoes
Dancing on the heads
The fearful and weak
The poor man
We look with pity
While hurts
His head
He continues
Dancing the dance
As if to prove
That's more than anyone
But nobody is more than anyone
It's just a matter of time
We will meet all
By abandoning our souls
In this world of wrongs
In this precise moment
All know
Nobody is more than anyone
* * *
Three poets born
Three poets born
With three faults
Live, dream and die
As a battalion of clouds
Threatening rain
The eagle soars
On the Castilian plain
The stubborn innocence
Of his free verse
The voyage of their life
Plethoric full of metaphors
They've been taken
As the beam
From the distant life
Inattentive bruised
Of linked verse
And imprisoned syntax
In verses endecasílabas
Or verses arrhythmic
Early fallen
The silence
The death sentence
Final
For only being poets
And express feelings
To wind people
Three poets they lay
* * *
The silhouette
Impregnated on the floor
Embedded as fossil
As fleeting cut
Another time
An unearthly figure
It collects diffused
On earth
Vestiges of the past
Or the uncertain future
The silhouette carved
In the early asphalt
In any city
Silhouette yaciente
Of a living being
In position complaint
The silhouette lies
Wrapped in land
Embedded in the ground
It is part of it
The silhouette
* * *
Or in the form of heart
The universal silhouette
Forming two drops
Weeping to hope
Somber hearts
That overlook the morning
The light of the soul
It's like a heart
Red Power and Passion
The unfolded energy
Of an angelic choir
A sonata for harp
A musical genius
The sad ballad of sponsorship
The day has arrived
Meeting of hearts
Waiting for the waves
And a picture in the sky
A large cottony heart
With clouds that go into the sea
In the form of rain crying
Or in the form of heart
* * *
Dante's Inferno
Dry Rain
Wet desert
Waterproof memory
Of the primitive ancestors
Star off
Illuminated hole
Invisible shadow
Souvenir Light
Civilizations
You sunk
In the ocean
Divinations of deities
Necromancers and wizards
Runes throw stones
Are anticipating the game
Wind submerged
Deep
The inexorable ocean
Swim on earth
Run On Water
Conjunction metaphysics
Water trampoline
Shake on earth
deep Throat
From the bowels
The center of the earth
Moans and groans
Dante's Inferno
* * *
Between violet and white
Almond blossom
Reborn strengthened
In the midst of spring
Their strong roots
rooted
In the depths of the earth
As arms giant
As a windmilling
Its embedded seed
More it into the earth
Something beats life
Heart-shaped
Born almond branches
Hugging each other
The flower of almond desojada
For many princesses and fairies
Between black and white
The choice remains gray
Between violet and white
The balcony overlooks the spring
Between violet and white
* * *
It is the touch of the night
Gentle caressing
On my skin
Causes whispers
In the silence
Souvenir
Shrouded
In the drab darkness
A taciturn night
The sky broken stars
Sentinels of the moon
After the cliff
Perpetual Ocean
Create sparkles on the water
The voluminous moonlight
As light waves
They are dissipating
On its calm waters
To the horizon
Where the white sphere
Seem to float on water
Levita thunderheads
Reflected on the surface
The crystalline ocean
Mirages of heaven
Reflected in its waters
The sea breeze
Soft caresses
My skin
It is the touch of the night
* * *
Registration time
Sewn time
In seconds trimmings
Lace minutes
Hem hours
Sewing the excesses
Of torn days
Year targeted
For centuries Shotgun
The centuries of centuries
Registration time
* * *
Finally I dreamed again
I'm thinking
Crestfallen
Broken memories
Among brittle
Branches Misty Forest
As the fog
It enters my mind
The crash of branches
And the flash of leaves
The wet autumn
Each tread
Flap and press
My desire to bite
To break ground
To find
And take with litter
And desojar your rags
And give burial
Between the eyes misting
Hair Mist
And the lips of frost
They left
My dismal thoughts
My mind stopped thinking
It was an autumn break
Finally I dreamed again
* * *
Underwater
Serenity
Warm waters
Carved with kisses
Conceived of love
In peerless
Aqueous liquid
Scratching water
Caressing
A serenity
Underwater
* * *
I live waiting
I live waiting
The decline
My feelings
Immersed in tears
As tears of rain
Crying sky
Found feelings
In the corner of memories
Butterfly by laughing
Playing with air
His prodigious
Nature wrapped
In the reigning empty
You never will feel alone
If hope is not diluted
In boiling alcohol
If your mood
No languishes
As the dry tree
As long
A breath of love
Through the air
We will continue playing
Like kids
Immature perennial
And while
I live waiting
* * *
I dreamed of a better world
I would like to return
Where travel
Dreams
For the first time
I would like to know
Where magic
And the illusion dream
With a world
Magical?
I would like to return
A daydreaming
Why dreaming
Dreams seem
So real?
Only dreaming
I feel better
And back to sleep
I dreamed of a better world
* * *
So poetry
The halting voice
Written word
Versed without context
So poetry
Broken air
Short silence
Inhabiting
In the wall
Of paper
The poems bounce
Syntactic harmony
Shaping
Thought
Imaginary
The imagination
Poetics
Poetry
Found
So poetry
El corazón también llora
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EL CORAZÓN TAMBIÉN LLORA
El corazón también llora
A veces
He sentido
Llorar por dentro
Como si mi corazón
Fuera rasgado
Por el puñal invisible
Dolorido
Agotado
Con un tic tac
De sincronizado
Acongojado
Herido
Por un punzón
Homicida
La garganta seca
Imposible tragar la saliva
Opresión en el pecho
Arrepentimiento
Todo ello
Es posible
Que ocurra
Porque
El corazón también llora
* * *
Corazón con corazón
Desde
Muy dentro de mi
Mi corazón también llora
Acongojado y encogido
Apoyado en el esternón
Sueña mi mente contigo
Al coger un botón cuántico
Se abre el portal dimensional
Que nos une a los dos
Por los dos extremos
De un circulo
Un circulo
Que como una burbuja de jabón
Nos envuelve y aprisiona
Corazón con corazón
* * *
Habrá poesía
Mientras la sonrisa de un niño
se refleje en los corazones
Del remanso de aguas cristalinas
En el bosque de la fantasía
Y en el cielo
Se dibuje
Como surcos en el aire
La emoción del hombre
Entre tanta desdicha
Habrá poesía
* * *
Nada existe
Nada existe
Y nada hay que temer
La vida es una ilusión
De nuestra mente.
El tiempo escapo
Por entre mis dedos
Como el agua
Al beber
De una fuente
Agua, tierra y sol
La vida es una ilusión
Pero es tan real
Que resulta difícil
Creer sea una ilusión
De nuestra mente
Cuando ya
Nada existe
* * *
En el reflejo de tus lagrimas
Cada lagrima
Es parte de mi
Parte de un sueño
Anhelado
Si las juntas
Todas ellas
En un recipiente
Tendrás tu sueño
Formado
Y podrás verlo
En el reflejo de tus lagrimas
* * *
De espuma y sal
Embates de olas
Impactando sobre el acantilado
Donde el faro
Ilumina en la oscuridad
Y las estrellas adornan el cielo
Y la luna como guirnalda
Luz de noche
La agria madrugada
Mojada de olas
De espuma y sal
* * *
Sin noticias de Dios
Me inunde de fe
Me enfunde en su propio cuerpo
Te busque en vida
Te ame sin conocerte
Te reclame en mi muerte
Te perjure y jure
Tu existencia
Y aun sin saber
De ti
Aun sigo buscándote
En mi interior
Y solo se
Que no se
Absolutamente
Si existes en la realidad
O solamente en millones de almas
Seguimos
Sin noticias de Dios
* * *
De la vida desatenta
Enfrascado insimiamado
En mi mundo mágico
De versos desatados
Del perdon de los hombres
La vida mientras tanto
Bulle , quema y mata
Escribo poéticamente
Escondido de la realidad
En una realidad inconsciente
De mi consciencia creativa
Donde paso el día y la noche
Como la vida al pasar
No perdono a la vida desatenta
No perdono a la naturaleza humana
No perdono a la muerte rencorosa
Tanto odio acumuló
Año a año
Que ya no me queda
Más que oídar
Y guardar rencor a este mundo
Que en nada me ha ayudado
Solo yo
Con mis versos
He solapado
Convertido
Y amoldado
A mi conveniencia
De la vida desatenta
* * *
Que reconforta el alma
La respuesta está ahí
Escondida
Entre las lagrimas
Que no nos dejan ver
La tristeza sepultada
Entre sollozos y lamentos
De no haberte tenido
Entre mis brazos
Deseosos
De ese ultimo abrazo
Que reconforta el alma
* * *
De la primavera poética
La silueta de un sol sonrojado
Tímido se asoma por el este
La primavera poetica
Desoja un aroma a flores
Néctar elisir de dioses
De civilizaciones
Ancestrales
Y en el cielo
Las estrellas
Resplandecen
Saludando
A los hombres
Que miran con asombro
Hacia el cielo estelar
Donde las constelaciones
Dibujan caprichosas formas
Para la imaginacion del hombre
Y a lo lejos
Una estrella fugaz
Alumbra de deseos
La oscuridad
El poema escrito
De la primavera poética
* * *
En una misma cuestión
Es la prontitud del tiempo
La vida en un suspiro
Acorchada de pensamientos
Traslúcidos y resbaladizos
Que se deslizan
Como esa gota de lluvia
Que se precipita
A través del cristal
De la ventana
La reflexión lógica
De la levedad existencial
Que nos traslada
A lo único y primordial
Del ser humano
El paralelismo
Vida y obra
En una misma cuestión
* * *
Te quiero
Quiero labrar con surcos en el aire
hasta dibujar en el cielo
a golpes de estaca y martillo
te quiero
* * *
En el baúl del recuerdo
Se aceleró el pulso
Del tic tac asimétrico
De mi corazón mullido
En el rincón del recuerdo
Mi corazón
Mitad de emociones y recuerdos
Del pasado risueño
Del presente contento
Del futuro en este momento
Lleno mi vida
De emociones
Alegrías
Y de anhelos
Sigue latiendo
Compartiendo
Tus besos
A escondidas
En el baúl del recuerdo
* * *
De el cielo en la tierra
Entre las piedras anquilosadas
Desgastadas por el roce del tiempo
De milenios transcritos
Con moho incrustado
Y hiedras entrelazadas
En sus cantos rodados
De la tierra de fuego
Se alza la montaña
Mas espiritual
De el cielo en la tierra
Del pájaro que vuela
Y planea sobre el pico
Machu Pichu
Y en el aire reminiscencias
De tiempos remotos
Sacrificios humanos
Gritos en nombre
De Dioses paganos
Danzas primitivas
Tambalean a Sotavento
De la tierra al cielo
El fervor de la danza
Y la música
Se entremezclan
Con el humo
De la hoguera
Requiem
A espíritus
Profecías
Premoniciones
Sueños premonitorios
Nigromantes
Y demonios
Danzan
A un mismo tiempo
Celebración
Arcaica, risas
Y trances
Vuelos en el aire
Viajes de sueños
De el cielo en la tierra
* * *
En el sueño
Tumbado
En el catre
Te estuve esperando
Deje la mente
En blanco
Pero aparecían
Colores
Tantos
Que incluso
Algunos
No los conocía
Que extraño
Lentamente
Fui sumergiéndome
Entre tus brazos
Sueño voluptuoso
Y caí
En tus redes
Del descanso
Cuando estoy contigo
No existe
Ni tiempo
Ni espacio
Solo la soledad
Y el placer
De estar
Inmerso
En el sueño
* * *
Y solo La Paz del silencio
Mil preguntas
Se agolpan
En el cerco
De mi ventana
La mitad
Las entiendo
El resto
Son preguntas
Sin respuestas
Sin respuestas
A tanta duda
Que me atormenta
Tras la lluvia
El olor a tierra húmeda
Me recuerda
Las noches
De estrellas centelleantes
Que pasamos
En el jardín sin flores
Abrazándonos
Y besándonos
Sin preguntas
Sin respuestas
Tu y yo
El viento, el sol y la lluvia
Y solo la paz del silencio
* * *
Esos ojos negros
Tus ojos
Miran con recelo
Penetrando en mis pensamientos
Taciturnos, embriagados
Del amor brujo
De la necesidad congénita
De escudriñar
Los sentimientos
Encerrados en tu corazón
Tu corazón mitad
Sentimiento
Mitad emoción
Donde prisionero
Se encuentra el amor
Liberar al corazón
Encerrado
Dentro
De mi humilde cuerpo
Mientras
Me siguen escudriñando
Esos ojos negros
* * *
En el fondo del universo
Azul como el cielo
Como el mar en balanceo
Como el azul de tus ojos
Cuando miran en silencio
Como la estela de un cometa
En el fondo
Del universo
* * *
Disponibilidad absoluta
Quedo a vuestra
Disponibilidad absoluta
Para arrancar con los dientes
Las cercas y alambradas
Que delimitan las fronteras
Para hacer un acto de contrición
Y quemar todas las banderas
Hasta que salga un humo blanco
Y acabemos con el nuevo papa
Los nuevos monarcas encumbrados
De las más altas cunas
Disponibilidad absoluta
Para eliminar todos los conflictos
Y nuevos conatos
Y mirar tras la ventana
Y ver el campo verde
Las altas cumbres
Y el remanso de paz
Del mas que antiguo lago
Os emplazo y quedo a vuestra
Disponibilidad absoluta
* * *
De un planeta inhóspito
El Niño esta llorando
Sangre en la cuna
El Niño no tiene pan
No tiene
Que echarse
A la boca
Mientras la asamblea
Extraordinaria
De los once
Se reúne
Para tratar
La reconversión industrial
Mi niño llora sangre
Ya no tiene fuerzas
La cuna se mece
Por el viento
Que susurra al mundo
¿Donde están los corazones buenos?
Mi niño yace inerte
Como una sombra
En miniatura
La reunión a expirado
Y no han llegado
A ningún acuerdo
Mi niño se me ha ido
Como el lucero del alba
Al precipitarse
Por el horizonte curvo
De un planeta inhóspito
* * *
La sonrisa
Perturbadora
Sutil
Sensual
Agradecida
De la mujer sonriente
Que mira el futuro
Queriéndolo morder
Saborear
Y hacerse notar
Como parte esencial
Del universo
* * *
Amor eterno
La apegada nostálgica
Me evoca a ti
Vaga solitaria por las calles
Buscando el recuerdo perdido
En los mismos lugares
De los rescoldos del tiempo
Donde nos comíamos a besos
Jurando nos
Amor eterno
* * *
Del reencuentro
La vida rota
A dentelladas mortíferas
En las postrimerías
Del encuentro
Con la mujer de negro
Me arrepiento
De todo lo arrepentible
Sin pensarlo sin reflesionar
Tan solo esperando
Que este momento
Nos una mas que nunca
En las postrimerías
Del reencuentro
* * *
Poeta que susurra a la mañana
Susurrando a la mañana
Doy gracias
Por vivir
A mi manera
Con la fantasia
De la niñez
Con las ganas por hacer
Todo lo que este en mi mano
Escribo, transcribo
Sobre papel mojado
Jeroglíficos furtivos
Poesia hecha a surcos
En el aire
De esta mañana
Dibujada
En trazos ilegibles
Mi susurrante voz
De poeta
Solo poeta
Y nada mas
Poeta que susurra
A la mañana
* * *
Como la vida al pasar
Y es el retardar del tiempo
Lo que me hace olvidar
La mañana y la noche
Como la vida al pasar
* * *
Y precipitarse a la nada
Veo un mundo
Renqueando
De distorsión
Y engaño
La visión de mi sombra
Se perpetua hasta el amanecer
Veo como las lágrimas se ahondan
En agujeros oscuros y con penumbra
Veo tristeza , disconformidad
A la vida y a la muerte
Cuando abandone este mundo
Ya sea en cuerpo o alma
O en canto de la alondra
Me reencarnase
Para olvidar
La naturaleza egocéntrica
De los hombres
En los que un día creí
Siempre estaré aquí
Junto a ti
Junto a todos
Mi sombra hecha lágrima
Caerá sobre mi barbilla
No antes de resbalar
Por mi mejilla sonrojada
Hasta desembocar al vacío
Y precipitarse a la nada
* * *
A la desigualdad
Sincronismo utópico
Del pluralismo
Del mundo
Dividido seccionado
En dos mundos
Subterfugio y refugio
De la indiferencia
Donde la empatía
Libra la batalla
A la desigualdad
* * *
De una madrugada ausente
Una madrugada ausente
Falto a su cita
Esta noche
Declino su papel
De oscuridad sorda
Rompió los moldes
Y los estigmas
Que le acechaban
Desde el principio
Del inicio de los tiempos
Cuando el sol
Y la luna
Se adueñaron
Del día y la noche
De una madrugada ausente
* * *
En las postrimerías del tiempo
Tiempo inocuo
Subterfugio
Del hombre
Sin pass
Del espacio
Entre nacer
O morir
Nací
Ocupando
El tiempo
En sobrevivir
Y he vivido
Con tiempo
Y en las postrimerías
Del tiempo
Al fin
De mis días
Siento
Que la vida
Es un soplo
Y así
Lo fuerte soples
Tendrás más tiempo
Para ocupar
En lo que
Te haga sentir vivo
Antes de que el soplo
Espire
En las postrimerías del tiempo
* * *
De la historia de una escalera
Por sus escalonados adoquines
Han pisado mucha gente
Gente anónima
Gente reconocida
Simplemente gente
Si sus escalones
Tuvieran
Sobrenaturalmente
La potestad de hablar
Contarían historias
Mas variopintos, divertidas
Y dramáticas
Que pudiéramos imaginar
Por sus grietas
Se escaparían
Todas las experiencias
De la historia de una escalera
* * *
De mi amor loco
Aún me revolotean
las mariposas en el estómago
cada vez que te miro
el sentimiento se agolpa
y pierdo la razón
De mi amor loco
* * *
A mi
Quisiera morir
Para vivir en silencio
Quisiera
No se que quisiera
No se lo que quieres
Ni se lo que quiero
Tan solo se que te quiero
Y tu también me quieres
A mi
* * *
Duerme niño
Duerme sin temor
La luna ilumina tus sueños
Sueños que no son
Más que la fantasía desbocada
De tu tierno corazón
* * *
Oda de la poesía
Nubes compartidas
Por las estrellas sonámbulas
Y la luna aburrida
Oda de la poesía
La madrugada agoniza
Horrorizada por el amanecer
La sombra incesante
De la noche al caer
Oda de la poesía
Como cada noche
Se cierra el telón
De una misma función
Oda de la poesía
* * *
En la situación de espera
La quietud sostenida en un hilo fino
En un péndulo que oscila
La quietud de una mirada perdida
La paciencia sostenida
En un tono musical
Bajando una octava
Del descenso otoñal
La inocencia transferida
A su retoño vergonzoso
Que la paciencia no es una ciencia
Si no la capacidad de saber esperar
En calma y quietud
Con la habilidad de mantener
Una buena actitud
En la situación de espera
* * *
Que nadie es más que nadie
El gran hombre
Con sus zapatos brillantes
Baila sobre las cabezas
De los miedosos y débiles
El pobre hombre
Le mira con lástima
Mientras lastima
Su cabeza
El continua
Bailando esa danza
Como queriendo demostrar
Que es más que nadie
Pero nadie es más que nadie
Tan solo es una cuestión de tiempo
Todos nos reuniremos
Al abandonar nuestras almas
De este mundo de entuertos
En ese preciso momento
Todos conoceremos
Que nadie es más que nadie
* * *
Tres poetas nacieron
Tres poetas nacieron
Con tres culpas
Vivir, soñar y morir
Como un batallón de nubes
Que amenazan lluvia
El águila vuela alto
Sobre la llanura castellana
De la pertinaz inocencia
De sus versos libres
La singladura de sus vidas
Pletóricas llenas de metáforas
Se los han llevado
Como del rayo
De la vida distante
Desatenta magullada
De versos encadenados
Y sintasis encarcelada
En estrofas endecasílabas
O en versos arrítmicos
Temprano a caído
El silencio
La sentencia de muerte
Inapelable
Por solo ser poetas
Y expresar sentimientos
Al viento del pueblo
Tres poetas yacieron
* * *
La silueta
Impregnada en el suelo
Incrustada como fósil
Como fugaz recorte
De otro tiempo
Una figura no terrestre
Se recoge difuminada
En la tierra
Vestigios del pasado
O del futuro incierto
La silueta labrada
En el prematuro asfalto
De una ciudad cualquiera
Silueta yaciente
De un ser vivo
En posición de queja
La silueta yace
Envuelta en tierra
Incrustada en el suelo
Siendo parte de ella
La silueta
* * *
O en forma de corazón
La silueta más universal
Formando dos gotas
Llanto a la esperanza
De corazones sombríos
Que se asoman a la mañana
La luz del alma
Es como un corazón
Rojo de fuerza y de pasión
La energía desdoblada
De un coro angelical
Con una sonata para arpa
De un genio musical
La balada triste de auspicio
Del día que ha de llegar
De corazones reunidos
Esperando las olas del mar
Y una imagen en el cielo
De un gran corazón algodonoso
Con las nubes que van a parar al mar
En forma de llanto lluvioso
O en forma de corazón
* * *
Del infierno de Dante
Lluvia seca
Desierto mojado
Impermeable recuerdo
De los primitivos ancestros
Estrella apagada
Agujero iluminado
Sombra invisible
Luz del recuerdo
Civilizaciones
Hundidas
En el océano
Adivinaciones de deidades
Nigromantes y magos
Arrojan piedras runas
Anticipando se al juego
Viento sumergido
En las profundidades
Del inexorable océano
Nado en la tierra
Corro en el agua
Conjunción metafísica
Trampolín en el agua
Sacudida en la tierra
Garganta profunda
De las entrañas
Del centro de la tierra
Quejidos y lamentos
Del infierno de Dante
* * *
Entre el violeta y el blanco
El almendro en flor
Renace fortalecido
En medio de la primavera
De sus fuertes raíces
Enraizadas
En lo mas profundo de la tierra
Como brazos de gigantes
A modo de aspas de molino
De su semilla incrustada
Más adentró de la tierra
Algo late a vida
En forma de corazón
Nace el almendro en ramas
Abrazándote entre ellas
La flor de la almendra desojada
Por tantas princesas y hadas
Entre el negro y el blanco
El gris permanece como elección
Entre el violeta y el blanco
La primavera se asoma al balcón
Entre el violeta y el blanco
* * *
Es el roce de la noche
Que acaricia suave
Sobre mi piel
Provoca susurros
En el silencio
Del recuerdo
Amortajado
En la monótona oscuridad
De una noche taciturna
El cielo roto de estrellas
Centinelas de la luna
Tras el acantilado
El perpetuo océano
Crea destellos sobre sus aguas
La luz voluminosa de la luna
Como ondas de luz
Se van disipando
Sobre sus aguas mansas
Hasta el horizonte
Donde la esfera blanca
Pareciese flotar sobre las aguas
Levita los cúmulos de nubes
Reflejadas sobre la superficie
Del océano cristalino
Espejismos del cielo
Reflejados en sus aguas
La brisa marina
Acaricia suave
Mi piel
Es el roce de la noche
* * *
Inscripciones en el tiempo
Cosido el tiempo
En despuntes de segundos
Encaje de minutos
Dobladillo de horas
Cosiendo las desmesuras
De los días rasgados
Los años apuntados
Por la escopeta de los siglos
De los siglos de siglos
Inscripciones en el tiempo
* * *
Por fin volví a soñar
Voy pensando
Cabizbajo
Recuerdos rotos
Entre las quebradizas
Ramas del bosque Brumoso
Mientras la niebla
Se adentra en mi mente
El crash de las ramas
Y el flash de las hojas
Del húmedo otoño
Cada pisada
Solapa y oprime
Mis ganas de morder
De romper la tierra
Hasta encontrarte
Y llevarte junto a la hojarasca
Y desojar tus harapos
Y darte sepultura
Entre los ojos de la bruma
El cabello de la niebla
Y los labios de la escarcha
Se fueron
Mis pensamientos funestos
Mi mente dejo de pensar
Fue un descanso otoñal
Por fin volví a soñar
* * *
Bajo el agua
La serenidad
De aguas tibias
Labradas a besos
De amor concebido
En sin par
Líquido acuoso
Arañando el agua
Acariciando
A la serenidad
Bajo el agua
* * *
Viviré esperando
Vivo esperando
El ocaso
De mis sentimientos
Sumergidos en llanto
Como lágrimas de lluvia
Llorando del cielo
Sentimientos encontrados
En el rincón del recuerdo
Por la mariposa que ríe
Jugando con el aire
De su prodigiosa
Naturaleza envuelta
En el vacío reinante
Nunca os sentiréis solos
Si la esperanza no se diluye
En alcohol hirviendo
Si vuestro ánimo
No languidece
Como el árbol seco
Mientras exista
Un soplo de amor
Surcando el aire
Seguiremos jugando
Como niños
Inmaduros perennes
Y mientras
Viviré esperando
* * *
Soñé con un mundo mejor
Quisiera volver
A donde viajan
Los sueños
Por primera vez
Quisiera saber
¿Dónde la magia
Y la ilusión sueñan
Con un mundo
Mágico?
Quisiera volver
A soñar despierto
¿Porque soñando
Los sueños parecen
Tan reales?
Que solo soñando
Me siento mejor
Y volviendo a dormir
Soñé con un mundo mejor
* * *
Así es la poesía
La voz titubeante
De palabra escrita
Versificada sin contexto
Así es la poesía
Roto el aire
Corto el silencio
Que habita
En la pared
De papel
Los poemas rebotan
Con armonía sintáctica
Dando forma
Al pensamiento
Imaginario
La Imaginación
Poética
De poemas
Encontrados
Así es la poesía
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