Magician
14 Oct 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
At this time I wrote what I wroteAs an ordinary scribe who sharpen the trade of him during absorbent daysThe bones of memory build an invisible crossIn which my words will suffer your route crossCrucified by oblivion until you become nonexistentBut w...
13 Oct 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Where will they obtain for their backwater and for their struggle thepale graves the arcane wineof life, they will exist in isolated wastelandsor in rainy metropolisesperhaps swarms of grapespink, red or black containinglike infinite amphoras the lig...
12 Oct 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Negri was a girl of barely seven years old. Dark as blackberries. She had eyes like agates, staring between the thick furrows of her lips, a wild jet black hair, a wicker her smallness and a fire her heart.In the hut, where they lived like huddled sp...
11 Oct 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
In a forgotten town, between forested mountains and crystal clear rivers. In a humble house of laborers, Mrs. Clara, a midwife by profession, brought into the world, sixty-two years ago, a little boy, silent and smiling.After much discussion, his par...
10 Oct 2021 2 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Cry with her.Like other times we laugh, we shineor we love each other,today in the saddest day,I wanted to be next to her,share your last tearsand feed on them.Already his shadowit will not give freshness to my sorrows,nor the rhythmic dances of her,...
9 Oct 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Like a monsterof a thousand headsFeelWhile I relapseIn the inevitableBecomingOf the observableWhere a thousand objectsRequire a thousand eyesTo ensurecontinuityof the immediateThat blink of the eyesIn the middle of the burning fireOf the life that pa...
8 Oct 2021 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal
With you I have the strength to defeat my misadventuresYou spread my wings and protect my flightFor you I write verses and publish themFor you I still breathe and I have not leftFor you I am still a poet and opening my arms to embrace the worldHow be...
7 Oct 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Next time i'm a kidI am going to play with the ballto the rivermore timesto see the facewho have naps.To run.Catch you at night(and let you go),because that's the wayto come backand feel the screamsin the middle of the round.Next time,eventually,I'm...
6 Oct 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
When you are word.When you finally come out(of my head)through the sad holeand fall on the keys(not on the M because she is almost erased)and you scatter between capital lettersand lowercase.When you are verb.The verb and an adjective(not two, not th...
5 Oct 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
He complained midnight. The dream had escaped from my soul. The psyche merodiathrough the corners of the underworld. His hands damp with thoughts, reflected sadness. Suddenly I had the impression that images of a world of love would reach my oblong e...
