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sábado, 20 de junio de 2020
Drinking Out Loud - Poema Nuevo
jueves, 18 de junio de 2020
Mundo Estrepitoso - Poema Nuevo
Mundo Estrepitoso
Un mundo cuajante y poco
Consternado como un oso
Lleva su camada a un
Bosque lejano… aún
Abarcando un cálido frío
En altas montañas con viento
Como un gran convento
Lleno de lagos y un río.
Una amarga y fría vida
En un mundo estrepitoso,
Cada sol frío, una cálida
luna
Llena de un vapor oloroso
Que deja escapar una huida.
Como una almohada, acuesto
Mi anhelada cabeza como
Una balanza ha pensado
Una larga soga que ahogado
Algunas penumbras encarnadas
Y descaradas.
Un gran estruendo
Se apega a un trueno
De una mortalidad ajena
A una lujuria que apena.
A veces espero un cálido y
gran
Abrazo de la dulce pena,
Pero aún muy lejos estoy de
ella
Y algún día a mi lado
estará.
Temblorosa mi mano escribe
Algo de este pequeño relato
Que, muchos perciben como
Una total y alocada idea.
Aquél mundo estrepitoso
Se reencarnará en su forma
Más natural y su aroma
Se contemplará en todo.
Una gota de agua cae
Sobre mi regazo,
Tan sutil como su sonido,
Un grito silencioso
Se deja escuchar
Una caída del infinito
Plano que degolla
A más no poder una
Artimañana de un estrepitoso
Mundo.
Quisiera escapar de mí mismo
Y poder comenzar una vez
Más una aventura que ves
Como quien mira a un sismo,
Respirar un aire fresco
De la mañana, del ocaso
Quiero aceptar su mano
Como un fruto seco.
Claveles se levantan al
Unísono,
Rosas que caen marchitas
Al llegar su propio deceso
Por un mundo de receso
Infinito.
Mirar al infinito sin razón
Aparente
Y buscar la razón de aún
Querer seguir siendo yo
En un oscuro y pretencioso
Mundo que te exprime
Hasta la última gota para
Liberarte a una segura
Y absoluta perdición
Total…
Un poco de tiempo para estar
Entregando un poco de
Tales estróficos apasionados
Y lúgubres llantos
consonantes
Llenos de una inerte movida
En un mundo estrepitoso.
Cada día, cada noche
Cada mañana, cada crepúsculo
Aparece siempre en desdén;
Cada sol, cada luna
Aparece para calmar
La desolación que me queda.
domingo, 14 de junio de 2020
Demasiado tarde - Poema Nuevo
jueves, 28 de mayo de 2020
Pretenciosos del Mundo - Poema Nuevo
sábado, 23 de mayo de 2020
Doña Lucia - Poema Nuevo
domingo, 17 de mayo de 2020
A little bit Story - Poema Nuevo
A little bit Story
She's always right behind me,
Tied to the eyes of a devil,
An angel of darkness, an eternal
obscurity,
Following her to our home
Days and Nights are tone
And I heard her desire
To be in the bottom
Of the unknown as I yell
His worthless mind
And I tell and tell
Lots of stories right behind
My mind.
A strong less mind and
A yellow ship goes from duck-to-duck
Sailing from point you another one
As all of us stand still
Right to the floor looking for
The se all of this dear Lady,
Crying with my whole strength
To see her face once again
- As I try to watch his eyes
Deep inside his mind and soul;
Looking forward toward thy hands
To gather them into mine's.
It's just as crystal clear to be
Opened to their desire of stay still
And I heard of her crying until
I stopped and gazed her to thy eyes
And said: "you just can't do this to
me"
Watched her body, waited for her
To gather nothing of her hands
Isn't it healthy to be getting away?
Got no one, got no chance to tell the tell
Of my life to her
By taking a breathless air
To speak to her face
And turned back at once
To kill my desire of going.
Finding the land of the lost dreams,
Dreams which were forgotten
By lots of people to get a better life,
Die to live and live to die for love,
A love that has been told will never go
on.
Fire and Flames upon the fairy tales
To tell her the tales of a mad life and
Went down to my knees and kept going on
To her bedroom and slipped through the
sheets
And fell asleep with her...
A high and resonant scream
Is listened by everyone's ears
As a silent hear
As it gets higher and higher here.
An eternal sight was gazed
By my own feelings and a maze
- Terrified scare was just coming along
Where's the beauty of life?
The beauty of death is only waiting
For each one of us
That it never gets old and old...
Would she mind about me?
Will she be right beside me when we get
old?
So when we are dead
Are we gonna be together?
Will we be both of us in the same plane?
It'll be an eternity in a forever
darkness...
There's a thin line between love and hate
There's a thin line between you and me...
There's a curse amongst all of us
Only to wait for her...
Dreaming of her, thinking of her,
Going away for her and die for her.
It won't stand still in eternity.
It won't leave us alone…