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The loop Midsummer night, Almuñécar. A bride in white flowing silk Dancing on the sea To the cicadas’ chorus. I looked up, smiled, As if unearthing the greatest secret. Then I wondered What the world of atoms is like. A star winked. One day, Walking towards Plaza de Trinidad. Boys, girls, hand in hand, Eyes…
Demon or Angel? Neither! Neither good Nor bad Comes at birth. Good and bad Are learnt traits, Stone Age relics. Neither beauty Nor ugliness Is innate. Beauty and ugliness Are trained perceptions, Marketing’s coins. Alluring roses, bittersweet lips, Conjurer’s tricks Thrilling, yet inflicting twists. All transient clouds, Not worth killing or dying, Part of the…
Los diablos trabajan Soy un extranjero para ti y para este mundo. Estas son mis observaciones personales. Lee, pero no me etiquetes ni etiquetes mi texto. Desde que nací, solo escuché alabanzas a la virtud. Hacer el bien y ser bueno. Sobre Jesús y su santo sacrificio. Escuché cómo los alemanes eran malvados Y cómo…
Devils at Work I am a foreigner to you and to this world. These are my personal observations. Read, but do not label me or my text. Since birth, I heard only praise for virtue. Doing Good and being good. About Jesus and his holy sacrifice. I heard how Germans were evil And how the…
The Art of Being a Lover Who said love is at ease? Love is a dis-ease, No comfort for a burning candle No ease for the swirling butterfly. Pure beauty yet ill-tempered That defines beauty and beyond, Longed to experience love through mankind. Yet taste and refraction kept the man blind Rather than seeing the…
Criminal at Large Past midnight in Graná,Moonlight flows, weightless and light,Hand in hand with a tireless breeze.Bearing the whisper of the sea,Waltzing to a summer melodyOf sweaty cicadas. But an explosion,Out of nowhere,Are we under attackBy imperial missilesUnable to handle No? No, the peace is intact, But a psychopath From the lineage of A self-claimed…
I’ll Tell You All What a fresh summer morning!Melodic birdsong,Roar of noisy motors,Not lost butFormed a jarring modern track.Yesterday, very disturbing; but today…I could smell the fresh breadFrom the café beneath,And the loud chatter;I was alive! I remembered the night before,Drowning in the sorrowOf a Freudian novel,The Blind Owl,The wounded soul,Full of despair,When the artist…
Enlightenment of Vanity Thinking is a tool; So are our senses. Yet the former, A double-edged sword. Either a compass To our core, Or a distraction, Justification For self-serving cruelty Dressed as savviness. The latter was the product Of the era of enlightenment. And as a result, We are back to the darkness again. Philosophy…
Eclipse Poetry is crafted for inquisitive minds, While fiction is merely for entertainment. In poetry don’t be fooled by visible words; Magic is in the unseen; connect the dots. If you wonder, Where the sun is, Where the moon is, Or the poetry, You had better keep looking. Art and passion are not monochromatic, What…
Venga la razón ¿Cambiar de ambiente o cambiar de mente? Cambiar de ambiente sin cambiar de mente: extravagancia. Cambiar de mente sin cambiar de ambiente: la vida incolora de un ermitaño. ********************** Un animal dentro: salvaje en libertad, enfermo bajo control. La trascendencia: una vida sin animales. ********************** Con o sin trascendencia,con o sin los…