source I want to throw my sorrow away like I fluttered my thoughts in the wind without thinking that your gaze I want to arrange a layer around you I want to roll so that I can widen beautiful lines, I

An invisible visible A substance that only the heart sees Comprehended gibberish A nonsense sense in a word of facts and theories She lives high beyond understanding And dwell in the fountain where only

source O white burqa threads, Did the moon's mother choose you from the winds, or did the naked child and his mother, lying shivering on the earth? Or did the moon shrink from the earth's cold call? Did

source Silence had snatched away the words that, if uttered, would have wreaked havoc That the title of "black tongue" had been bestowed upon everyone who was connected with the tact of his words

Galán de cartón Entra a la disco de altiva mirada se ajusta el cinturón con gran esmero con aires de galán y caballero con pantalón y camisa entallada Creyéndose de la fiesta el monarca a todas le dedica

I spend the last 20 years dismissing poetry as being something for people too lazy to paint, then when something about painting that really bugs me comes along, I don't have the urge to do a painting,

source I want to look back at the bottom of the underworld lying face down on the ground at the sky water floating in the wind winds held in a pond tree roots hanging firmly on the moon the blazing sun

A few verses dedicated to my coffee

source She would awaken her eyes early in the morning sleep was getting ready when for her the closing of the eyes would become active with open eyes she thought that by her sleeping, sleeping people would

Waking to God’s blue light Shining through the early morning Wandering about, ready for the fight, Winding up and down, still storming. Out the door, another round. Knowing he might crown himself or wake

When the world gets so tough.. And it gets so messy.. Find peace at all cost.. Most times the things that bring us the mosh peace is free of charge. Always remember health is wealth.. At all times be careful

source Whenever I enter the world of books turned into poetry I begin to question and answer like a lover with innocent playfulness the threads of love become entangled and entangle me in stories where

fuente Las almas abandonan sus cuerpos sin pretexto, sin avisar previamente. Tal vez un accidente o lo que sea, y se vuelve una odisea la despedida, despedida como héroe suicida. La mente se vuelve genocida

[source] Fishes were embedded in his body as if he had vowed to live with them just as fish live with water And she too loved fish was irritated by their stench which he called fragrance They had a strange

Saludos mis amigos de @literatos, espero que esten disfrutando de un excelente inicio de semana. Por acá les comparto este poema inspirado en el trabajo de la construcción, del cual formo parte activa,

In shadow deep where whispers tread, A figure stands with a veiled face Lifted above its head No eyes to sight, no lips to confess, The silent one cannot grieve openly Rather than just tread with care

Be the master of your own destiny.