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Issue 28 - Virtual Poetry Magazine -

Tupacamarú. Miguel O. Menassa

Poetry School
Group Zero Director: Miguel Oscar Menassa
RESUME - virtual magazine of poetry -
Workshop Sunday at 17.00h.
Alcalá de Henares
NUMBER 28. Sunday 10/01/2010
Coordinator: Carlos Fernández Goose

Winter Amores. Miguel O.
Menassa

start earning
Sunrise
any future window.


I love life and leaning on his lines if he gets your scent
dream, so bare and subtle


artery that runs down to the mouth without stopping.

When party in a thousand, million,
gets absorbed in the body,
insomniac skin any time you choose to fly
.


Mónica López Bordon

Encounters of the mist. Miguel. O.
Menassa
ROT

why need meat or spirit?
how you start to love?

if he could deny the wind that ingrained in me ... that other sea

never scratched windows
bony fingers and lives in the shadow of long lashes
cut lemon slices in a different light always ... always keeping pace with
or sleeps your breathing to hers
inhaling all the blackness of your heart suddenly
or wake early in
stalking you looked so cold that seems to be to freeze
with a crack from one moment to another ...
or monitor closely
next full moon belongs to a past made crude and bright tones
not supposed to be rare to mourn the death of someone you never met ...

or bleeding in rivers
to dust or the trees are scarce as teeth
chicken in a land without morals and stripped old
where anyone with patched jersey is painting the sky blue
your door if you could pop

the new blood-stained rocks ...

fungal smell the beauty in pink
shedding its skin fatigue as warm a snake leaving


Piotr Rzany

A seas. Miguel O. Menassa

start earning

I've seen slipping by mocking chrysanthemum
've seen in places that never set foot in time,
drown in kisses smiles, lifting
fist between masters and deer serve as a shield
misery, night clothing
rebellion,
embrace the look of agony,
draw man to the grave,
virgin bathing in the morning.

I drank in her eyes and savored
caresses between their snow, and open flower,
the intoxicating voice of his mad face.

v is the victory, life or executioner.
g is the winner and the brightness or b flag.

-winning start-
expressed their innocent bones glow.
I return to roll the dice,
hide my trembling beneath the stone, when the wind sweeps
much glare, I do not care
the hardship of the road, live
its mystery and write.

Prada Vicente Gómez

The forest of fairies. Miguel O. Menassa

BEYOND TIME

Beyond time and your name
my breath consuming steps
inconsistent language of blood.

not share the sins of the flesh when we fall into the abyss

impenetrable and we have the image of the deformity of the mirror. Then came

my island to mourn the desired
find passion, desire
missed a piece of yesterday.

So what was the dream concave
with those of birds chirping all hear?

You see, we are the clash of history,
and emerge again and again,
from the depths of memory
every time we start a page,
under the same sun with a different heat.

Ortigosa Carmen Martín

After dancing. Miguel O. Menassa

WRITE IN YOUR SKIN

A familiar story wrapped in red
written passions

with the howling of endless night.

The road is
gap in the range of the voice. Mascaras

calendar named
unleash the violence of the blood.

Silence
is looking away in the wind shadows

fall led to the boundaries of the bodies scattered

hidden beyond the vertex.

write on your skin
simple terms
the echo of my body, growing to the limit


of a labyrinth on the edge of the verses. Silhouettes

pale moonlight,
turn in a parade of words,

kisses wrapped in a sad pupil, forever muttering

slow in the morning. Laten


shaken bodies at the time of your lips homeless.

Soledad Caballero Castro