"Strange Solarium"
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Back in 2003, I wrote for my FRIENDS OF POETRY - My DELIVERY No. 38 - which called " OF SUBTLE BENEFITS OF POETRY", and some excerpts from these ruminations on the subject said
" Silence is the spot where the poet's voice and the silent listener but also makes it a beautiful act speaking to ourselves. When we receive an "I do not know for sure, but I guess / that one woman and one man / one day want to" or is cast into a conversation or in a text, and strive to understand that we are reaching words of love from someone, who at that moment is not the Sabines in Chiapas but our reps against a deep feeling, there's poetry permeated our space and without us knowing, that bard Mexico is part of our lives. This, just to expose some simple simple examples are all around us. The same is true on a larger scale, with the cries music have been invading us from birth by those poets citizens that we have marked songs. These poets known for their exquisite lyric have also shown that undefined responsibility for the listener, or between production and consumption or between the development and enjoyment. "
He continued with" live in a " chaos" that allows the adoption of many reflections and insights from the mind to go amalgamating ours. Who did not sing and keep singing "I love the street that we saw ... "a Manzanero? There have been many that I became evanescent as compared to a" you've got a friend "and domamos take it and adapting it to each swear eternal friendship for it, and even today are retained, as in my case after 30 or 40 years, the result of "just call my name loud at " . "
post was an experience for 6 years in a row reflections to the letters and poetry. I had great rewards and great friends who became diluted over time, and as everything starts ... finished .
"S ilhouette "
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That same time I finished that with DELIVERY a poem for those who call or Urban Citadino , today I share and that is another first public:
ALONE BUT MANY ARE NOT WE NEED
's blood wars
is dry in the sun and wind
while it always rains in our loneliness
No amid a memory like ice
or no solution majestic
join us in the rescue
we only Colombia resigned
the future without a future ... As from today
of invisible enemies and spontaneous
flowing in the streets
neighborhood between the houses elusive
in the squalid caves forest
and my horizon blue dombo
The Harp of the time when we were
be heard in the distance without relief
invoking transparency criterion
for ancient ills and beggars
where we met with fear ... not hear us
without seeking silence or support
dropwise to deduct its mystery
The family home and home core
the ancestral and violent colombianía
that haunts our history
have increasingly become
in a dry and rough fear
burning in the throat
to unclog and display
blood war extends
paddy fields and trails for mountain
a display of life without living
which we ... hidden all
in the ghettos Citadines Apart
without arrest to find a way
"curiosidad"
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PD:
1) Not all poets have the look " depths" of what poetry is, only that it is mine and I face is that without the shield of anonymity. Thanks to by DEPTH his views and his belief that my poems are a mere pastiche , but, like everything in life, continues to be a look of reality, only one of thousands of looks.
2) ; Thanks to the 606 who follow this blog, despite all its contents to "emotional blackmail , tautologies and condiments several romanticólicos"
