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April 1, 2017
Burial
I feel,
one hundred and fifty nights
preceded by the pain
of an announced death
I'm dying
I remain motionless, unresponsive
tied to my luck
fate ceased to exist
today only a black cloud
is lightning strikes on my back
I bend to deceive the pain
It's useless, I ask for a truce
I'm dying
I am hollow inside
unique space for the invasive virus
condescending smiles, pity
I die without accelerating the outcome
I'm scared.
I wish the myths are true
and a light transport me to paradise
at the end I know
beyond pain
there is nothing
a dark box
laments and tears cloud the glass
rot barrier
of the body that was vigorous
and now asleep
ephemeral dresser monkey
In a few hours it will be corrupted
swallowed by worms
I'm dying
I will return to earth
I will give life to a plant
to green pasture
I will die at the first frost
the remains in the air will go from here to there
there is no heaven, no hell
only the fading memory
until my name is forgotten
buried, relieved.
one hundred and fifty nights
preceded by the pain
of an announced death
I'm dying
I remain motionless, unresponsive
tied to my luck
fate ceased to exist
today only a black cloud
is lightning strikes on my back
I bend to deceive the pain
It's useless, I ask for a truce
I'm dying
I am hollow inside
unique space for the invasive virus
condescending smiles, pity
I die without accelerating the outcome
I'm scared.
I wish the myths are true
and a light transport me to paradise
at the end I know
beyond pain
there is nothing
a dark box
laments and tears cloud the glass
rot barrier
of the body that was vigorous
and now asleep
ephemeral dresser monkey
In a few hours it will be corrupted
swallowed by worms
I'm dying
I will return to earth
I will give life to a plant
to green pasture
I will die at the first frost
the remains in the air will go from here to there
there is no heaven, no hell
only the fading memory
until my name is forgotten
buried, relieved.
Published on April 01, 2017 11:15
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March 25, 2017
New book!
Hello friends,
I present you my new poetry book entitled "A quien corresponda".
It is part of the Bonobos Oval Collection and is in spanish for now.
Publishing a book is hard work that takes time and a lot of effort, I thank the friends who helped me make it possible.
The book is on sale along with the first on my page facebook.com/jant750 as well in the readings I attend, the next will be the CONARTE Literary Marathon during April 2017 in Monterrey Mexico.
Later it will be available in the platform EICAM, in the Book Fairs to which REDIN attend and in some bookstores.
Then I will make a presentation in form, of which I let you know.
I present you my new poetry book entitled "A quien corresponda".
It is part of the Bonobos Oval Collection and is in spanish for now.
Publishing a book is hard work that takes time and a lot of effort, I thank the friends who helped me make it possible.
The book is on sale along with the first on my page facebook.com/jant750 as well in the readings I attend, the next will be the CONARTE Literary Marathon during April 2017 in Monterrey Mexico.
Later it will be available in the platform EICAM, in the Book Fairs to which REDIN attend and in some bookstores.
Then I will make a presentation in form, of which I let you know.
Published on March 25, 2017 08:20
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March 24, 2017
Hello everyone.
I am translating the poems of my first book "Agua de Lluvia" from Spanish to English in this blog.
Any correction or comment is welcome.
Any correction or comment is welcome.
Published on March 24, 2017 10:27
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March 22, 2017
Stop
At the bus stop
an old man sweep memories
a woman shares hope
young people listen out music
and another observes, writes, invents, suffers
everyday life.
Agua de lluvia
an old man sweep memories
a woman shares hope
young people listen out music
and another observes, writes, invents, suffers
everyday life.
Agua de lluvia
Published on March 22, 2017 16:10
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March 21, 2017
Saudade
I keep you with me
no questions or answers
longing for desire
succumb in nostalgia
of what does not return.
Agua de lluvia
no questions or answers
longing for desire
succumb in nostalgia
of what does not return.
Agua de lluvia
Published on March 21, 2017 16:09
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March 20, 2017
Sicario
It's night
the cold and the rain do not stop
I steel in silence
two accurate shots
someone ceases to exist
the smell of death go with me
aimless road
Dawn and homecoming
to the cheerful look of my daughter
I'm human again.
Agua de lluvia
the cold and the rain do not stop
I steel in silence
two accurate shots
someone ceases to exist
the smell of death go with me
aimless road
Dawn and homecoming
to the cheerful look of my daughter
I'm human again.
Agua de lluvia
Published on March 20, 2017 16:08
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March 18, 2017
Line
Straight line
Thick white
Granular modules
Narrow entrance
They blame, hate, and want you.
Day becomes night
Aspires
Expires.
Agua de lluvia
Thick white
Granular modules
Narrow entrance
They blame, hate, and want you.
Day becomes night
Aspires
Expires.
Agua de lluvia
Published on March 18, 2017 09:27
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March 17, 2017
Naked
Black silhouette
dance naked
at the center
of the ring of fire
Slowly
rain sleeps
in the orange afternoon.
Agua de lluvia
dance naked
at the center
of the ring of fire
Slowly
rain sleeps
in the orange afternoon.
Agua de lluvia
Published on March 17, 2017 09:15
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March 16, 2017
Disclaimer
My poetry
Words extracted with a knife
My bowels
Sacrifice offered to you
TASTE
DRINK
EAT
RELISH
If you do not like them
Do with them whatever you want.
Agua de lluvia
Words extracted with a knife
My bowels
Sacrifice offered to you
TASTE
DRINK
EAT
RELISH
If you do not like them
Do with them whatever you want.
Agua de lluvia
Published on March 16, 2017 09:12
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March 15, 2017
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