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presesnted a coleccion of them title "Dreams, love and despear", to
the annual contest of poetry of the Vigo University. To my surprise, they gave
me the second prize. Mi style is quite simple, and my favorite poet is the Spanish
XIX century romantic Gustavo Adolfo Becquer, that introduced the idea that a
poem can be compose of only several verses.
You
want me to wait for time
But
it seems that it's shy
And
never arrives,
You
want me to hold on
Standing
by the days
Lingering
aside
You
want me to abide indefinitely
Expecting one
future
That
mayor not come
You
want me to await tomorrow
But
you don't know when is tomorrow
Or if
it'll exist somehow
But
you are the sea
and
I'm a fish
Endlessly
thirsty
Of
you
You
are with me
And I
still miss you
So
much
You
asked me
To
stop my melody
But I
can't
The
music it's already there
Waiting
For
your time
Abiding
For
your future
Awaiting
your
tomorrow
Standing
by,
your
days,
lingering
To be
sung
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Don't
you know that my soul
is
made of fine crystal,
that
my heart is delicate
and
in disregarding those
you
can completely smash them?
Don't
you Know that my kisses
were
not made of lies.
That
they waited very long
only
looking for the rest
from
other lips to feel?
Don't
you know that my embrace
wasn't
a tasteless gesture,
that
it has been one life
wanting
for reaching the touch
of
other being's arms?
Don't
you know that my verses
are
the arrows of the present
that
only bring the message,
of my
battered spirit
when
inside there is all pain?
And
now that you reign
in
the centre of my chest
for
God's sake be careful
with
my life's flames,
Because
if you have rescued me
from
the bottom of the abyss
with
an only oversight
you
can leave me fall again.
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That's
what I want,
stay
immobile
keep
still
for
not to continue
Inert,
I'll
be a stone
blood
into rock
To
cry in the bed
and
not to move
for
being able to die,
for
not having to walk again
through
the thorns of life.
To
cover my face
and
not to see the sky again
to
save my heart very inside
with
a label that says
“I’m
not beating”
Nobody
to breath,
time
to stop
at
this very moment
Silent! |
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My
heart agonising,
surrendered
to the silent
hurt
in the mud
covered
with frost.
But
when it dressed in green
you
picked it up in your hands,
and
you removed the dust,
healing
my wounds with your lips
You
killed the cold
with
an embrace,
you
built wings on me
with
caresses and verses.
You
delivered the throne
of
the dawns to me
with
the magic of a kiss.
You
gave me a thousand lights
between
the sand and the water,
when
two white swans
clove
the music
of
the starry night.
And I
dreamt in your chest
perfumes
that dance,
I
slept in your arms
the
wasted time,
and I
flied.
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That
the blow hurts me
and
there is not wail
that
can carry
the
furious cry
that
is aching
Only
silent...
My
soul was left
on
the floor again,
like
an useless spoliation,
only
a waste.
But
silent!
That
the lament can't load
with
the weight
of
all the wound
Freeze
the life,
Silent!
Because
I’m dying…
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You
are the one
who
climbs the giant hill
to
listen to the Moon
You
are the one who flies
above
the wind
to
pull up a tear
who
is from the starts
You
are the one who shouts
to
break the sea,
to
make a huge wave
that
smash the sound
and
the silent.
You
are the one who runs
faster
than lightning
who
lives in the thunder
who
loves the storm,
as
there it's your home.
You
are the one who exploits,
who
shines, who shakes,
in
the danger, in the red,
in
the border. |
All
inside is salt,
a
core bleeding,
a
knife,
a
loneliness alone,
a
fight,
a
shore
of
nothing
of a
broken love
of
nothing,
of a
broken love.
That's
me
the
laugh of a tear
and
whole pain.
It's
dark
And
it's late for tomorrow
just
only sorrow,
around
the heart
Words
can't express
what
is shouting the voice,
because
it's bigger than me
and
it's so strong
that
just can't be stood,
I'm
so alone...
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The
night of the thunder,
the
night of the desert,
the
night of the broken glasses,
the
blue night
when
the biggest present
only
given once
was
betrayed,
was
despised,
was
stepped,
by
the Lord of the game,
the
one who set fire ,
to
the snowed hills
killing
life,
breaking
souls through the time.
Just
indifferent,
just
for pleasure,
that's
enough reason.
He
lives on bodies
their
hearts stripped,
for
lighting a candle,
his
candle.
The
night that I gave him
my
essence is over, .
I'm
still living there
but
that's no important,
no
important...
The
night of the thunder,
the
night of the desert,
the
night of the broken glasses,
the
blue night.
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August's
red fire,
early
caress
on
the dry earth.
You
gave me everything:
skin,
smiles,
taste
of honey and smoke
and
strawberries
You
gave me a dream
and a
rose,
and
the key of time
in
silver and sapphire...
And
then,
October
in the wind's colour,
a
disappeared perfume
and
the music hidden far away.
And
you remove everything from me.
The
truth hurt,.
and
the moment and the plough,
became
a lie.
You
gave me sighs
and a
broken image
a
tear of oblivion
and a
moan only ,one moan
What's
your colour, wind
that
when you pass
you
don't keep any memory?
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Indelible
like
the sculpture in rock
like
the statue in stone
unalterable,
immutable
forever
Perennial,.
like
the tattoo by fire
by
blood, undying, imperishable
forever.
Permanent,
like
the amputation of a member,
ineffaceable,
everlasting
forever.
Irremediable,
like
death
like
the passage of time
unchanging,
irrevocable
forever.
That's
your trace in me,
an
eternal mark.
Irrefutable,
unforgettable,
forever.
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I
want fire, heat and volcano,
and
you are made of snow.
I
want the sea,
the
foam and the salt,
and
your are dried.
I
want the sun and the light
and
your are made of fog.
I
want a flower, a colour,
that
my face dances in your mind
that
your chest melts with mine,
that
your eyes, my eyes find.
But
you are made of stone.
I
want a flavour, a shout,
that
your mouth bathes my mouth,
that
your fingers
escape
from your hands
and
search me.
But I
never find you.
I
want words made of sugar
and
little verses
I
want you to seek the Moon
in my
body
and
that you fly slowly
looking
for tides
I
want that you tie
your
skin to my soul
just
for a moment.
But
don't have you
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You
are the one who changes,
into
wild horse,
into
falcon, into air ,
and a
long hair.
You
are the one
the
spirit and gist
of
the water and fire,
of
the freedom and war,
against
yourself
You
are the one
who
stops the time
who
listens and sees
who
feels and grasps,
everything.
You
are the one
who
smells colours,
the
one who sees flavours,
who
touches sounds
and
listenes to perfumes
You
are the one....
and
I'm on the edge of the wind.
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Into
the two blue lakes
lying
besides the sacred mountain
swims
the spirit
of my
lost dream.
Sometimes
It evaporates ,
making
a cloud
that
rain in my hair
blessed
rain.
Sometimes
I plunge
searching
his soul
dipping
in the water
without
tear,
that
captivates the dread,
bldesse
wet.
Sometimes
the moonlight,
reflects
the desire
that
bathe all the corners
of my
surrendered will,
blessed
feel.
Sometimes
the sunshine
moistened
in the waves
dive
through the ponds
lighting
the heat
blessed
lit.
I
have drowned in your eyes,
drenched
in your tides
ducked
in your stream...
And I
found my dream.
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