Regresar – poema

  Cuánto camino recorrer hasta llegar a ti cuánta tierra cavar, cuántos botes anclar cuánta lagrimas llorar cuánta agua beber. Cuántos días de hablarte en silencio sin que me escucharas Cuántas horas deseándote lo mejor y sintiendo lo peor Cuánto aguarse mis ojos...
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Carnal – a poem

Squat in the sin of your virile surface Offer my flowers as gift that open, so that you may come in... be transported to earthy bliss. Animal instincts rush through my veins. Lips open, moans are loud. I drink from your mouth, the passion rises. Want to close my eyes,...
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The little victories – a poem

With you my love it's all about the little things: a toothless smile a quiet yawn a loving gaze a house tour a stroller ride on a warm afternoon a midnight talk and gaze aways sleep the night a face of satisfy a warm bath caressing your hair With you my love it's all...
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Early whispers – a poem

Life happened and I forgot skin: glowing silk yogurt, endless. It happened that I forgot bliss... muted breath, replenishing silence. And one day I woke up with a ring on my finger. You whispered, "we should be together" and I drew a blank at should. Should broken...
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Taste of legacy – a poem

You won't remember me for the things I gave you but for those I didn't take away; not because I gave you freedom but because I didn't clip your wings. You won't think of the laughs I caused, but of the smiles I left intact. You will notice the messy rooms I didn't...
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The things we carry

The things we carry: A chandelier, a wine rack, a Buddha statue; a place of thunder, a second thought, a bulky table, an old book, a useless feeling, a piggy bank, and the hope that one day we'll unload it all and have free hands to acquire more to leave behind. By...
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For practical reasons

You have a pretty face, but I like you for practical reasons. Because you drive when we go out, have better eyesight. Because we love the same foods and like to have fun. I like you because you're not like me. You think long and hard; you keep your mouth shut, take...
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Picnic – poema

Vamos caminando hacia un llano entre las montañas, en una tarde fresca. Llevemos una sábana para sentarnos; salmón ahumado, vino y queso crema. Empaquemos todo en las mochilas. Caminemos y hablemos de todo y nada. Llevemos un mini radio y descansemos; boca abajo y el...
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Resignación – poema

Rondando por el blog "Recetas de Motivación Personal", me encontré con la entrevista del Chef Pablito con Alguien. Fui a su blog y me encontré con esta poesía, bella por cierta y como mi corazón hoy está un poco partío y comparto con él las ansias de que me abrace la...
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Lecciones de amor

Aprendí a mirarte sin ruidos; a apreciarte sin tenerte, a acariciarte sin manos, a hablarte sin voz. Aprendí a diseñar pensamientos lindos, programas avanzados que se desplazan hacia ti. Entendí que siempre estarás, y que está bien. Te limpié un cuarto en un rincón...
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Amor del negrito

Amo a Quisqueya con sus buenas y sus malas, su bullicio empedernido, su basura y su smog; la sonrisa de los fruteros en las calles llenas de tràfico, los tígueres en los barrios con sus patas sucias y sus cacuchas, el fuifuio de los hombres a las mujeres en la calle,...
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Hay un país en el mundo – poema por Pedro Mir

Hay un país en el mundo colocado en el mismo trayecto del sol, oriundo de la noche. Colocado en un inverosímil archipiélago de azúcar y de alcohol. Sencillamente liviano, como un ala de murciélago apoyado en la brisa. Sencillamente claro, como el rastro del beso en...
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Casita de pájaro

Cuando cesa la música solo queda el silencio. No es lo mismo tocar como tu, que ser tu. Los momentos perfectos no pueden replicarse. Es injusto medir el presente con cinta del pasado. Este traje no me sirve, pero es el único que tengo. O me lo pongo o me desnudo....
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Te soñé

Como si fuera ayer y nada hubiese pasado entre nosotros Como si la distancia fuera un fantasma de una pesadilla que nunca tuvimos Me sonreías con esos labios que tantas veces besé y de tus ojos emanaba paz y comprensión Me sentí en el cielo como solía después de hacer...
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Bayou con Dios

Departed swampy lands in search for brighter scenery. Alligators with mouths wide open craved your joy. In that murky water you left your shackles, tears and filth. Lighter now, you get buried on that crystal sand beach. You shed your body, but the energetic trash...

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Of mantras and eternal love

I keep your letter; four pages of lengthy stream. Because anything worth saying is worth repeating. You said. I love you. I love you? I love you! Like a mantra, repeated over and over until it wills you into a trance. Like a bond; a fragile note reminiscent of...

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Ode to impermanence

Sway to the bittersweet ballad of beautiful things coming to an end. The melancholy of joy intermixed with sorrow Parting from a presence that will never leave you Saying goodbye to yourself Move to the beat of impermanence, tears of joy in a static embrace. The...

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Casita de pájaro

Cuando cesa la música solo queda el silencio. No es lo mismo tocar como tu, que ser tu. Los momentos perfectos no pueden replicarse. Es injusto medir el presente con cinta del pasado. Este traje no me sirve, pero es el único que tengo. O me lo pongo o me desnudo....

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Bird house – a poem

When the music stops there's dreadful silence. Someone who sounds like you is not you. Blissful moments cannot be replicated. It's unfair to measure the present with yesterday's tape. This suit does not fit, but it's the only clothes I have. It's either this or being...

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The word

Words are cheap, but invaluable when they speak of the abundance of the heart. Emotions are male, aggressive rapists impregnating the mind. Thoughts bud like daffodils early Spring. Some bloom, others perish with their essence inside. But the mind is always pregnant,...

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Losing you

  Missing you is hearing your drums when I play my guitar. It's picturing curls as I drive in my car. It's grasping for air. It's batting the wind. Having you is sweetly fictitious for truth is a bummer; as actual as Olaf  in the dead of summer. It is fleeting....

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Becoming

I have poetry in my heart from the beauty I've seen, from the lives I've lived, from the loves I've loved. I've got waves of wonder pouring out of my heart, with stretches of blue,white and gold sand. I've got serenity in sea... the sound of movement, deep breaths,...

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The excuse

I'm not your love; the one who keeps you up at night staring at the ceiling. I'm the one you took for granted when you thought you could do better. Now you know that "better" is loving and being loved. I'm the one who talks back; who didn't compromise essence for...

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Essentials

Take the words and leave me breath Take the house and leave my home Take the passion and leave my love Take me in pieces and leave me whole Grab the rocks and leave the strength Search for beginnings and leave the ends Grab the flower and let it rain Essentials Let...

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