WE SPEAK: Poetry, by Iñigo Aranbarri

WE SPEAK You say it is fate. Contemplate the day calling the death, go as the last rays innermost shadows, caressing tranquility forever, as the sweet music of the port. Watch as well as the time goes. like a ship, large, silent, precise. Full of questions. (Iñigo Aranbarri)  

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THE STONES: Poetry, by Tomas Tranströmer

THE STONES I feel that we have laid down the stones, crystal clear over the years. in the valley flywheel action of the moment confused, shouting from the top to the top of the trees, silent air lighter than this, swooping like swallows from top to top of the mountains until they reach the plateau the most remote along the …

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A CRY INSIDE ME: Poetry of Dario Bellezza

A CRY INSIDE MY There is a crying inside me: life screaming It leaves no trace plausible, disfigured it fastens love and death, ungrateful to sleep in the night. So, we think of the past deceptions: we dream. All I care about most in peace It must be fought, rejected. (Dario Bellezza) http://www.amazon.it/Tutte-poesie-Dario-Bellezza/dp/8804648392  

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YOU NEED TO IMAGINE SOMETHING: Cholula (Mexico), watching the hill

Perhaps, it is necessary that you imagine something, watching this hill. What it conceals is invisible, but I want to tell you something, to whet your curiosity. What is visible in the eyes, I will describe: 365 churches and a city, built – in the sixteenth century – over the ruins of an ancient Indian center. The pre-Hispanic Cholula was …

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THIS IS FOR YOU: Poetry of Leonard Cohen

THIS IS FOR YOU This is for you, it is my full heart, it is the book I meant to read you when we were old. Now I am a shadow, I am restless as an empire. You are the woman who released me I saw you watching the moon. You did not hesitate to love me with it, I …

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WITHOUT YOU: Poetry, by John Keats (1795/1821)

WITHOUT YOU I can not exist without you. I forget about everything but to see you again: my life seems to stop there, I do not see ahead. You’ve absorbed. Right now I have a feeling as to dissolve: I would be very sad without hope to see you soon. I’d be afraid to break away from you. You have …

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AND NOT NEVER DIE – Poetry, by Boris Ryzyi (1974/2001)

AND NOT NEVER DIE A ship glazed, the door, the table, the bed. Living is hard and uncomfortable, but it is convenient to die. I’m relaxed and I think, maybe these white sheets wrapped him that today he’s gone to the other world. The faucet drips plan. Life, disheveled like a whore, she appears out of the fog and see …

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