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Cuando el lente se convierte en poesía | [ES/EN]
¡Hola seres de luz! El día se torna prolijo en opciones culturales en mi ciudad. Dentro de las opciones…
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Poema: La herida en el agua/Poem: The wound in the water(ESP-ENG)
Hola amigos amantes de toda la literatura, de nuevo aquí con ustedes este viernes de poesía, espero les guste. En la caída de las hojas, tocando la mar. Lo que he sido hasta…
Pain
It comes without an invitation A heavy log that settles deep in the chest Cracking every bone until it ache Carry with it memories that hurts It speaks in shadows on the wall…
One of my Only Poems
I spend the last 20 years dismissing poetry as being something for people too lazy to paint, then when something about painting that really bugs me comes along, I don't have the…
Beauty behind the mask
A painted smile A curated shield from the public space To hide the bruising that has tore my fragile skin Concealing all that burns within A scripted line upon a stage But in…
Faith
An invisible visible A substance that only the heart sees Comprehended gibberish A nonsense sense in a word of facts and theories She lives high beyond understanding And dwell…
𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒔
Learning continues.. You never know it all.. More knowledge makes you unstoppable.. It also boost confidence.. It takes a humble…
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Poem in the Rain | Poetry [EN/ES]
I could have written this poem at the foot of a carob tree, with my head floating above your belly, fingers brushing against each of your breasts, breath…
La herida en el agua/The wound in the water(ESP-ENG)
En la caída de las hojas, tocando la mar. Lo que he sido hasta hoy. Existe la herida en el agua. Imagino el silencio de las cosas, el refulgente mar. Ese dolor inabarcable que…
Donde quedan los pasos del olvido/Where the footsteps of oblivion remain(ESP-ENG)
Vivo en un país libre Cual solamente puede ser…
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