Categoría: Varios
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A little bit of covert and noon became sunset.(Without the glasses,A blurry ball in front of sun)Beyond, further down or up, (according to your mind frame,space has no address);it must have been a sun ringlet of samba move.And the time regained again its nooness with a frozen wind one could very well despise.For the he…
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Retrovisor
No… Hacia atrás no.A la derecha y avanza.Reversa.Un poco torcido y… En el guardabarro,Un arañazo de pintura azul.
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Prickly pear oriole
Falling from the tree,Like rose popurrí.Drops of sound, liquid joy.Rain or luck?Hidden yellow shadow. Yellow?Bright sun encased in black frame.And its song raining.Falling from the tree,Like rose popurrí.
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Carpintero
Tac tac tac.Madera.Tac tac tac.Un ojo negro.Tac tac tac.Revuelo.Tac tac tac.Rojo sobre blanco y gritas desde el encino:¡Humano!
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Whip
Drain the nightThe day arrived.Gone the cold.Melted the frost.Yet I wait again.I know it didn’t go.It never does.It flutters by,Caresses to your recoil and…Zaz! The hit.The whip, the sting.
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Of the things I gave up today
Next year?No.Perhaps if I keep trying?No.Maybe with a little magic?No.Numb, numb and numb.I plan but feel like slumbering.I think I might but feel like getting lost in reading.Why am I even typing?Why the need?Said someone.Why the need?I thought too.Will I be brave enough to face the bumping lights?Or am I coward enough to go on…
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Behind barracks
The sky has become sorta white.Tasteless.Worthless.And it doesn’t matter how bright the stars.My heart can’t beat to their sight.Moon light?Blind.Rose scent?My nose is dead.The touch of a lad?I’m numb to fail.Rise and rise,The smoke.Nothing.Some exiled name from remain,Cause there were records of none.Burnt in the same cage of demise.Cinders behind.Without a teeth brush or shoe…
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No wrong time, neither wrong site.
Una vez más, de la colección «Palabras» que no ganó un concurso. Sin lugares equivocados.Sin momentos incorrectos.Existe el espacio.Existe el tiempo. La tragedia no se basa en su inocencia.Es la pérdida. En negarles la existencia,por presunta ejemplaridad exenta,olvidando adrede. Territorios pre-acordados, campos de batalla,siempre que no sean dentro de nuestro lado.Esquirlas de elecciones infinitas detonadas,porque esa realidad no…
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Rain season
Poema publicado en Wattpad. Independiente de otras colecciones. Rain season Rain season is to endWhilst thistle waves to fogAnd cosmos are born,Pretty puddles of colour La estación lluviosa termina.Los cardos se mecen en la bruma.Y los cosmos nacen,charcos bellos de color
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Lavender
Publicado en Wattpad. Raising spears of purple ends,Dabbing into the sky.Your standing selfAnd that fine time I spent,in your bed. Lanzas elevadas de finales violetasPinchando el cielo.Tú de pie,Y ese tiempo bello que paséEn tu lecho.