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When you wake up so early your eyes are the lanterns that light my way and if I lose consciousness you’re always there next to me, although I didn´t ask for it. I love you because you are permanently loving me, taking care of me, protecting me from that cruel past which threatens to face…
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Winter appeared at my door with the trace of my former loves, he built with his hands a sad star and in his eyes the ice still wanted to cry. And I ran so far that I forgot the spring, it’s a December thing having to remember that once there was a much better time;…
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I want to write the most beautiful poem in the world, prudently draw each letter of your name to remember, kiss our moons again, kiss our stars and mourn with joy to remember your naked sky. Love me in the distance if you need it, name me with your clenched fists when your partner fails…
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It rained, cherry trees grew, it drizzed, hardness in the open cuffs … She kissed stars in the sky, her shadow was beautiful and her taste was a gift. She never was wrong, never was wrong, in the silent step of a heart within a song. My love woke up so happy, murmured secrets in…
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You are the center of my breathing, a moment of peace on the battlefield, the star I always watch from my window … And I´m with you because I want, because you are my peace, the home I always missed … ©MESSIERAL | messieral.com Guatemala City November 13, 2016
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It’s not that important the language in which I write or in which you read me, we are part of the same language which we learned by dreaming so many motives. We will play to decipher the stellar light, while poetry opens our wings, blurring the sadness of us like a story that once filled…
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Quiero invitarte a un café, a un paisaje distinto, al canto de los gorriones envueltos en cielo o paraíso, y decirte al oído que es tu beso primero el que, yo, siempre espero, que hay un bosque en mi alma a la espera de tu agua fresco de invierno. Así que no hay nada que temer,…
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It has been an honor to discover my poem published on this flipbook with other talented writers. Without further ado I attached the link so that you can read in full publication. Thank You: Zero Creativity Learnings! Click Here: http://www.flipsnack.com/zerocreativity/fotopoetry-issue-4.html Ha sido un honor descubrir mis versos publicados en este flipbook junto a otros talentosos escritores. Sin…
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Por las lunas orientales que me rozan al nombrarte, veinte besos pagaría al altar en que me esperes y una boda celebrando el encuentro de una tarde, una en que el amor habló más fuerte que el paisaje. Por los soles estelares que yo beso al contemplarte, ciento treinta vidas nuevas de colores semejantes y…
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El breve recuerdo de tu cuerpo es infinito e incorpóreo lamento por dejarte marchar con el viento, mismo viento socavando los cimientos de un verano que no volverá a vernos, de un verano del que hicimos vino y versos, de un vino más añejo de lo que sería nuestro amor, de unos versos en piel…
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