Thankful
Thankful for the sun and for the starts, for the bright of your eyes, candles of this dark road… Thankful for how you look to me, … Continue reading Thankful
Tag: #poetry
Shipwrecked
Who has not felt shipwrecked even in their daily isle?
Awakening under a sun without truce…
surrounded by salt water… continue reading
Náufragos
¿Quién no se ha sentido náufrago
aún en su cotidiana ínsula?
Despertar bajo un sol sin tregua… continuar leyendo
Empty
Today, I woke up empty…
I lack your eyes, your hands,
entwined to mine…
your scent…that is still breathing… continue reading
Vacío
Hoy desperté vacío…
Me falta tu mirada, tus manos,
entrelazadas a las mías…
tu aroma…
que aún se respira… continuar leyendo
Grief
What is grief?
It’s a walk along the beach, watching the waves that die on the shore, and others that continue their cycle…with no other way to go…
Goodbye papi
He left us… He departed in silence, how the waves leave the beach… He took with him, my sun and my dream sand, because I will … Continue reading Goodbye papi
Fracasos
Los fracasos solo fueron…o son,
grandes piedras en el camino; continuar leyendo
El silencio del mar
Me senté junto a tu orilla
sedienta de verdad y de vida.
Arropada por tu bahía
y por tus olas perdidas… continuar leyendo
No me cansé de luchar
No me cansé de luchar,
solo de bregar en este mar continuar leyendo
Escapar
¿Quién habló de escapar?
¿De huir o desertar?
Solo pretendías parar. continuar leyendo
Escape
Who spoke of escaping?
To flee or desert?
You just wanted to stop. Continue reading “Escape”
Medals
Medals to the honor of injustice… Medals to the tribute to the lie… Medals to the triumph of dishonor… Gold medals… Silver medals… Medals of surrogate … Continue reading Medals
Windows
I want to look again like then …
To listen to the sirens and to feel the city vibrate,
to see the taxis and get excited …
I want to play again the badges, Continue reading “Windows”
Battles
They say that a soldier who is not afraid of death
is a brave man,
and that a man who fears life
is a coward; Continue reading “Battles”
Batallas
Dicen que un soldado que no teme a la muerte es un valiente,
y que un hombre que teme a la vida es un cobarde;
pero, …continuar leyendo
Nunca partas
No te vayas, no sin antes, pueda contarte, cuanto a mi corazón le faltas… No te marches, que aún tenemos mucho que reírnos, y mucho más … Continue reading Nunca partas
Inner journey
Maybe one day, you will start to walk, and see through your tears, how empty your soul is … Maybe then, listening to your heart, you … Continue reading Inner journey
The price of truth
The price of truth, that old absent hound, that never could heal his wound… That disdainful opinion, for those who will never brush up, how much … Continue reading The price of truth
El precio de la verdad
El precio de la verdad,
ese aventajado, sillar ausente,
a quien no dejaron destacar…
Esa simulada, alegría muda,
de aquellas Continue reading “El precio de la verdad”
You did not change
The breeze direction changed,
as the way of the wind…
The Earth turned its station,
as the birds reconstructed its nest… Continue reading “You did not change”
November
November, this bittersweet month, of departures and party, of absences and cordiality. Month that carpet to winter, with thin layers of gall … Month that announces, … Continue reading November
You are not alone
You are not alone, although of the blind voice of innocence, tries to isolate your dementia, laugh and pray. Although you have to open the door … Continue reading You are not alone
The power of goodbye
The power of goodbye, the power to depart… The power of letting go of sorrow, even when you don’t know the morrow… Damned to … Continue reading The power of goodbye
El poder del adiós
El poder del adiós,
el poder del partir…
El poder del dejar ir las penas, Continue reading “El poder del adiós”
First snow
It teaches us, that everything can be relieved, that all can be achieved, and that we shouldn’t be deceived… That life is not so white, so … Continue reading First snow
Goodbye, my angel
You went away,
and you took with you,
my broken heart and my life, Continue reading “Goodbye, my angel”
Listen
You did not understand my ideas,
neither my laughs or my tears…
because you did not know how to listen.
You did not notice my sorrows,
neither my joys or tomorrows… Continue reading “Listen”
The painter on silence
I walked through of stone and soil hills, and that reminded me, that still my vertigo wouldn’t make you to cease… I swam through seas of … Continue reading The painter on silence
The wounded rock
You arrived to my golden beach,
full of empty wounds…
a dry leaf scorched,
parched and drowned… Continue reading “The wounded rock”
Bridges
Bridges … Back and forth… Of compelling view… In passing or of everyday … Bridges… That unite lives… That separate interests… That build and destroy the … Continue reading Bridges
Path of light
I started the way, the one that marked my heart, the one who took me to your side, the one that runs next to you. Because … Continue reading Path of light
Forbidden to surrender still
Forbidden to surrender in the face of adversity… Before the unanswered questions… Before the cynicism without astonishment. Prohibited the giving up before the misfortune… Before so … Continue reading Forbidden to surrender still
Empty hearts I
How many deserted souls, covered in white cloaks of piety. How many bad essences, hidden under the toga of ingenuity. Consciousness with imprudence, vileness without penance, … Continue reading Empty hearts I
Crafty
They strip the earth, of the most hidden values of being, they rock rocks, without any another need. Where were you crafty, when did I need … Continue reading Crafty
The island of forgiveness
I arrived at this cay, where everything is excused, where everything is forgotten, where everything must be believed. I explored the avidity of a day without … Continue reading The island of forgiveness
Kingdoms
You believed to build a kingdom, full of soldiers and swords, of towers and minarets, of loneliness and rejection. But you forgot your crib and coo, … Continue reading Kingdoms
Treasure
He touched my soul … with the most indigo look of the universe, with the beautiful tenderness made verse. And my world changed forever … … Continue reading Treasure
Look me in the eyes
You thought you would not fall, that you were strong as an oak, that you were immune like a noble, wise and eternal masterpiece. You despised … Continue reading Look me in the eyes
Battles
Bargain battles. Of simple waits without a clock. Of stubborn heads without sound. Of jaded elderly without voice. Battles of clay. Of tanned skins without rest. … Continue reading Battles
Shadows and dust
If at the end, we are only shadows and dust, bound to the same end without company, to the same custody. Spirits and shattered, exposed to … Continue reading Shadows and dust
Temples
We are temples, of flesh and bone, of aversion and spite, maybe just a mite… Beautiful oratories, some empty, other full of verses, but on the … Continue reading Temples
Sadness
I would like to write a cheerful poem, of those that exclaim for joy, that fill life, preaching for faith. But in this bewildered heart, my … Continue reading Sadness
Paths
Nothing was a gift, neither yours, nor mine, nor our foolishness. Everything healed wandering, on this stone path, this mountain of lightness. Climbing rock trails, trotting … Continue reading Paths
Rain
It rains outside… it rains inside… It rains in this outrage, soul of molt, that everything comes up… that everything knots… Drops of failure, of despair … Continue reading Rain
Out of place
The problem arises when we find ourselves, every day… out of place… When we wake up with the certainty that we travel to an island without … Continue reading Out of place
Autumn in my heart
Today is autumn in my heart. Because my leaves change, because some dry up, because you, although separated, you walk away. Today is autumn in your … Continue reading Autumn in my heart
Passing through
We all wander in this path of stars. Some shine, some crash. Some look, some no longer sparkle. But all of them stars. Poor or rich, … Continue reading Passing through
Confessions
He only talks with his secret heart when all his mentors disappear … He tells it how empty his soul is without those who truly deserve … Continue reading Confessions
Time to shine
When everything is exhausted, and only that space for solitude remains. When your heart is not loved and only frivolity lasts. When it rains or when … Continue reading Time to shine
The farce
Every day they polish their stable of the immune distrust of their tacks. Every dawn they fracture the rock which have loved and supported them so … Continue reading The farce
Forbidden surrender
Forbidden surrender. Before the austere nonsense of those who promulgate their ascetic weapons … In the face of unwelcome mischief of those who strut about their … Continue reading Forbidden surrender
Alzheimer
Evil thief, that you steal our memory and we swell with vague lies, in the purest state… Perfidious scoundrel, that you steal our feelings while we … Continue reading Alzheimer
Tulips on silver snows
And there they grew up, faced with a white blanket of cream stars… And they multiplied, filling with color the gray piñata valleys … And they … Continue reading Tulips on silver snows
Warriors
You always wanted to be part of a poem, and maybe I never told you, that behind those beautiful honey eyes, where childhood is perpetually hidden, … Continue reading Warriors
Battles
We all fight our battles. Some hidden, others veiled. Some manifest, others anchored. But all of them, battles. Some of tale, others of sword, some of … Continue reading Battles
Guerreras
Siempre quisiste ser parte del poema, Mujer, y quizá nunca te dije, que, tras esos bellos ojos de miel, donde perpetuamente se esconce la niñez, vive … Continue reading Guerreras
Batallas I
Todos libramos nuestras batallas. Unas ocultas, otras veladas. Unas manifiestas, otras ancladas. Pero todas ellas, batallas. Unas de cuento, otras de espada, unas de viento, otras … Continue reading Batallas I
Madrid
¿Quién no te añora Madrid? Cuestas de Moyano, de Santo Domingo, de los Ciegos y de Ramón. Deslumbrantes Museos, Del Prado, Thyssen Bornemisa, Reina Sofía, Soralla, … Continue reading Madrid
Andalucía
Andalucía, tierra de guitarras morenas, mar de olas fundidas, sierras de Jerez sin pena. Valles de olivos de oro, tierra del jamón Jabugo, de plazas de … Continue reading Andalucía
Palabras
Palabras que llenan, que vacían y queman… Palabras que esperas, que olvidaste y hielan… Palabras que nunca dijiste, que aguzan y quiebran… Palabras que guardarás, en … Continue reading Palabras
Olvido
No cambiaste, cambió la brisa de dirección, cambió el viento de sentido, cambió la Tierra su estación, cambió el pájaro su nido. Cambiaron las horas … Continue reading Olvido
Viejas heridas
Viejas heridas que dinamitan puentes, que vuelan montañas, que hunden barcos en la inmensidad del océano de Atlanta… Viejas heridas que detonan y derruyen preciosos castillos … Continue reading Viejas heridas
Alzheimer
Malvado ladrón, que robas nuestra memoria y nos hinches de vagas mentiras, en el estado más puro… Pérfido canalla, que afanas nuestros sentimientos mientras nos ahítas … Continue reading Alzheimer
Victoria
Creíste vencer… porque no relataste, quién estuvo también a la sombra del triunfo… Creíste dominar… porque no mencionaste, quién luchaba en cada una de las batallas … Continue reading Victoria
Entra
Entra, ilumina mis faltas. Llena mis huecos de vida. Serena este recodo sin calma. Enciende este corazón bravío, que late en busca del alma. Entra, alumbra … Continue reading Entra
Ventanas
Quiero volver a mirar como entonces… Escuchar las sirenas y sentir la modernidad, ver los taxis y conseguir vibrar… Quiero jugar de nuevo a las chapas, … Continue reading Ventanas
Somos especiales
Somos especiales, porque no portamos como escudos corazones de creta, porque lucimos como estelas sonrisas sin tregua, porque nacimos y vivimos con un alma sin treta. … Continue reading Somos especiales
Maine
Maine, caído del cielo, envuelto en mar. Contraste de piedra y agua, con vista altanera de lejana mar. Cielo y tierra, fuego y agua, brisa de … Continue reading Maine
Music of silence
That silence is the breeze of the morning, that at the beginning it’s fresh … but then cools the soul. That muteness is the imposed gag, … Continue reading Music of silence
La música del silencio
Ese silencio es la brisa de la mañana, que al principio es lozana… pero luego cala el alma. Esa mudez es la mordaza impuesta, que, aunque … Continue reading La música del silencio
Decepciones
Llamémosles decepciones… o quizá tal vez descuido, o acaso decidido… dejémoslo en esgrimido… Llamémosles frustraciones… o quizá desengaño consabido, o acaso distraído… dejémoslo en omitido… No … Continue reading Decepciones
Respuestas
A veces deambulamos entre dunas de preguntas… tropezando con miles de piedras… que no son ni más ni menos que respuestas. A veces nos deslizamos entre … Continue reading Respuestas
Duende
A veces se apaga, a veces se enciende… A veces propaga, a veces se extiende… A veces embriaga, a veces se pierde… Duende, ese duende. Continue reading Duende
Café contigo
Qué daría por estrechar tu mano, por escuchar de tus labios un “te amo”, por descolgar mi teléfono temprano, por no esperarte más en el andén … Continue reading Café contigo
Madres
Ellas. Que luchan, que baten. Que sonríen, que curan. Que sanan, que vendan. Que perdonan, que olvidan. Que crían, que guían. Ellas. Que se levantan, que … Continue reading Madres
Encuentro
Y allí te encontré, y lo sentí, muy dentro muy claro, muy cierto. Eras tú, aún incierto… Eras tú, en medio de mi desconcierto… … Continue reading Encuentro
A solas
Nadie podrá revelártelo… Nunca podrás encontrarlo… Jamás podrán mostrártelo… Ninguno lo podrá destapar… Solo lo descubrirás, si estás a solas… a solas contigo mismo, con … Continue reading A solas
Resiliencia
Tú embreas, yo crezco. Tú embadurnas, yo medro. Tú hostigas, yo florezco. Tú asedias, yo entrego. Tú acorralas, yo venzo. Tú vilipendias, yo brego. Resiliencia. … Continue reading Resiliencia
Plomo en las alas
¿Quién eres tú para desdeñar? ¿Quién te dio la capacidad de obviar? ¿Quién osas o pretendes ser? No eres nadie, no eres nada. Eres … Continue reading Plomo en las alas
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