Tupacamarú. Miguel O. Menassa Poetry School
Zero Group Director: Miguel Oscar Menassa
RESUME - virtual magazine of poetry -
Workshop Sunday at 17.00h.
Alcalá de Henares
NUMBER 35. Sunday 23/05/2010
Coordinator: Carlos Fernández Goose
Zero Group Director: Miguel Oscar Menassa
RESUME - virtual magazine of poetry -
Workshop Sunday at 17.00h.
Alcalá de Henares
NUMBER 35. Sunday 23/05/2010
Coordinator: Carlos Fernández Goose
"Lost City", Miguel Oscar Menassa
"THE TRUE PROPHET IN THE LABYRINTH FALSE "Tumultuous
last vestiges of cornering
feelings, ideas fragment
men who trained in armies
,
dying between sonorous voices,
time profiles, deformed,
without God, Country,
left to their fate, their faces obscured
,
abandoned the light from the shadows.
Unable to rip a different path
to forge a new story,
sunk in the depths of the ocean, outcrops
vacuum beasts, discouragement,
and the mirror of the soul, and singing
numbed pain, loneliness appears
poet
to mark the path of the verses,
to combine all the words,
riding on the steed of desire,
looking for something new. Desperate
song of freedom in the delirium of the night
chuckle
feet sinking into the compass of the spasms, the poet tends
the great blanket of grass color
marfilino,
where rain is eternal ,
sin multiplies, and hordes of men
insatiable
tiptoeing on the labyrinths of ignorance,
long for a poem,
afraid of ghosts of the human condition and scare away
merchants of silence.
Prada Vicente Gómez
"human passion" Miguel Oscar Menassa
WIND OF FREEDOM
Shipwreck in your arms, looking for birds without wings
announce
to
quivering bodies in the wind of liberty. Real
bloodthirsty
culminate in a remote desert name
soul
at a glance that opens beyond the horizon,
in a silent night, ashes and tears.
are the hours of sand slip into the secret
of riddles,
between the concave shadow silence naked, devouring the skin
last dream. Swing
voices in the loose corner of the ghosts
chained in the certainty of memory.
Soledad Caballero Castro
"El Camino de Santiago" Miguel Oscar Menassa
suddenly one morning
Suddenly a
morning I wake up with the pain of goodbye forever.
was just a word fleeting passage through the side
to side, and remained stagnant
with rust on
to imprint in my anatomy.
So I look like a runaway animal,
that remains inert in the midst of a breath, kiss
when hope is based on the wind passing
and my cheeks are frozen and skinned
and turn from mauve lividity.
And suddenly encounters another morning without wanting
from your side are heading to a strict order,
caresses the hours, meetings in the days. And again
devoured the yearning of your breath
Broken Embraces and hardship of being eternal.
Ortigosa Carmen Martín
suddenly one morning
Suddenly a
morning I wake up with the pain of goodbye forever.
was just a word fleeting passage through the side
to side, and remained stagnant
with rust on
to imprint in my anatomy.
So I look like a runaway animal,
that remains inert in the midst of a breath, kiss
when hope is based on the wind passing
and my cheeks are frozen and skinned
and turn from mauve lividity.
And suddenly encounters another morning without wanting
from your side are heading to a strict order,
caresses the hours, meetings in the days. And again
devoured the yearning of your breath
Broken Embraces and hardship of being eternal.
Ortigosa Carmen Martín
"Spying on the Future" Miguel Oscar Menassa
THE SMELL OF A HIGH SOL BARE
sometimes you find a knot in the rope
in their point of melancholy about the end
or an ashtray full of cold smoke everywhere
or stumble buzzing fluorescent
in your skull or doors suddenly opening your mouth
in
or you invade midnight moonlight blue plated bones from cemeteries
sometimes you must start babbling somewhere and go to another
contain no more crazy than it might have this or that
marble floor or the doorknob and the crack
of the boards in the upstairs crossed by bands of light
who gives your window singing a duet with
irrational force
brain sometimes every sentence becomes a crypt that is stinking
with claws and eyes open sometimes
stones
draw perfect circles in every word and every paragraph is a caravan with pests
walking toward the fire
and swallows man
Piotr Rzany
"Gathering on the banks of the River Duero" Miguel Oscar Menassa
OTHERWISE
There, where your smile sow,
where you say stay,
will be the site of your default choice.
Not anymore. In your presence
stone or cover with your love triangles
related to your desire. Never again
toast
decorated crystals for the anachronism of the past,
not even the animosity,
parading through my body, a clumsy fall.
Erect, stiff, rocky
you walked by defeating enemies with large crosses
slate and starch.
Those eyes, which small diamonds strung with lianas
fine line, near the Dead were
.
much to do, both fact and
your face always displayed a sincere smile conquered thrones
a rush of water and coal.
alone, just say that the books
not forget that once you, polishing your loins
with sweat and solitude could tell of other worlds
clouds and tinsel.
Your footprint marked the ground with
five whips and snakes tamer
never forget.
Francisco Javier Rueda Diago
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