POETRY

BLOOD If it is the moon that governs the tides, what strange star controls the blood of our two different bodies? It is a star that your eyes can not see, not even mine, it lives hidden by the moon and the sun. His subject cruel plays with the signs of its particles, without fear to get in danger of …

JUEGAS TODOS LOS DIAS CON LA LUZ DEL UNIVERSO Juegas todos los días con la luz del universo. Sutil visitadora, llegas en la flor y en el agua. Eres más que esta blanca cabecita que aprieto, como un racimo entre mis manos cada día. A nadie te pareces desde que yo te amo. Déjame tenderte entre guirnaldas amarillas. Quién escribe …

SMELL OF RAIN The air door suddenly memories from oblivion, with horizon flavor, wet grass and absence. Diffuse color and sharp, almost like masterless, mask or inhabitant, limpid workforce, highly ethereal. Spirits, spirit, traces of memory that runs in his blank saturated: fires, bodies, the, tracks, words. (Rodolfo Alonso) http://www.amazon.com/The-Art-Keeping-Quiet-1952-2011/dp/1784630330 http://www.amazon.com/Defensa-Coleccion-hispanoamericanas-Spanish-Edition/dp/9508432055 http://www.amazon.it/rumore-mondo-Poesie-scelte-1952-2007/dp/8895884140/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1441178452&sr=1-1&keywords=Doppiofondo+-+Poesia

IS YOU I push me beyond my limits, and I feel fully live my own life. In you I met myself and I looked over, beyond unimaginable limits. I looked deep into your eyes, trying to understand you, but I saw everything about me, I never wanted to see. I saw my weakness and my insecurity, my guilt and my …

MY LOVE IS A RED ROSE   My love is a red red rose, bloomed in June, recently. My love is a song, the sweet sweet sound. You are beautiful, my fair one, and I, so in love that I will love you always, until the seas dry up, until the seas dry up and the rocks will melt in …

FANTASY Leave always wandering the fantasy, the pleasure is always elsewhere: and is dissolved, only to touch, sweet, as bubbles when rain hits. Let her then wander, her, the winged, for thinking that front yet, in it extends. Opens you the door to the cage of the mind, and, you will see, it will launch flying into the sky. (John …

HOLD TIGHT IS WHAT AS GOOD Hold onto what is good, although a handful of earth. Hold onto what you believe in, even if it is a solitary tree. Hold onto what you have to do, even if it’s far away from here. Keep close life, although it is easier to let go. Hold on to my hand, even when …

GULL On the bank of the river gull sings in the cold, no other places, just to himself. It refuses, reflects, down hostile jade honors, with wing feathers, chasing a desire for love, a spear, a puppy in exchange has snow and darkness and showers for bathing. The wind grows, rises to the center of the storm, where only a …

ALL A word bold and swollen with self-importance. It should be written in quotes. He pretends not to miss anything, concentrate, include, contain and take. But it is only a scrap of storm. (Wislawa Szymborska) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Poems-New-Collected-Wislawa-Szymborska/dp/0156011468

IF If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way …