#COMO SE DICE ME COPIO EL POEMA HOW TO#
You feel the guidelines of how to stop in the sideĭreaming with other ways. You feel the incompetence the conflict the unreasonable You call a god to combat the reason of existence With the unknown with the luck with destinyĪnd what is that when you feel in your blood To essence, to the cell, to the knowledge The kisses of time disappeared carried me Is the moment of life the fire of purity? Is the moment of death the truth of absence? The skay is in my eyes, I don´t have a body Now we have to eat for the holiday begins here The shepherdess knows the land better than I They are telling me tales and legends of unfinished romances
With delightful holes in the centre of the cloud Plants, animals, people… fell into the abyss Is the silent embroidery by the evergreen?Īn endless time of emptiness we are living: The path of the border sings the distance Our hands express the silence around the riverįlower´s fingers are flavouring the trees That dissapear between the light of dreams. Magic beliefs or rivers crossing the unknownīecause you are here as a weather time dragonĪs a fire-flame burning your sorrow in my chest! My day starts with you in so many ways away around the world It is something reborn … It is something inside my blood! My hinder lover-love extend his arms as branchesĪrriving to my soul. It is the time of day when I review my dreamsĪnd birds tell me the truth before the clock awakes me Or gorgeous gems incrusted in the tongue´s pleasureīut also, when my saliva perfums your kissesīlack, red, yellow, in the central labyrinthĪnd the root hairs and the root cap and the scarsĪnd the crown and the twig and the hummed buds
#COMO SE DICE ME COPIO EL POEMA FULL#
Surprised it when it was watching the moonĪs a rape pomegranate full of sweet blood Is anybody there, hearing me on the other side of my wall? I am alone and free but still the wall stands in my way No writing of graffiti… The flat, horizontal flame Time singing of death… A wall stands, no news The silent wind forms a wall in front my eyes!Īnd then nothingness, death´s song is constant Masonry patterns… Maybe so are the trees and riversīarries, impediments, burlesque fortressesĪs a landscape winter fills my view with snow I thought that I was free but it is not trueĪ wall stands in my way to freedom.
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