Tupacamarú. Miguel O. Menassa Group Zero Director: Miguel Oscar Menassa
RESUME - virtual magazine of poetry -
Workshop Sunday at 17.00h.
Alcalá de Henares
NUMBER 37. Sunday 07/04/2010
Coordinator: Carlos Fernández Goose
TE VAS Y NO RETURN!
Wet your blessing
accommodating your tears Disappointments
between yellow and pink stripes,
permeate your eyebrows, arches
wonder.
are squandered the weeks that spring frost,
with the sharpest falls
brutal encounter of souls!
where a single challenge,
hung from one corner of the house, plasma
formula of love and so dies, immortal,
dry leaf that was never green
off with the singing of the rooster.
And you will not return! Emotion
ambiguous
silent tomb, suture
pleasure, limited only by the plenary
arms of the existence, symmetry
crossing borders huge false door shutters.
Absurd?
Insane?
Today I am happy to tears.
I realize the presence of life.
Prada Vicente Gómez.
WORDS TRAVEL
The wind stops at the edge of my skin, tearing of these hands
meat
beating death
through a soul invaded by the distance.
The night whispers your presence, a silence broken
caresses,
bodies and shaken
moon pieces stirred in dizzying abysses.
opened my belly on the edge of desire, delirium
blood sinking in the clamor
chains,
in the shadow of a flight of kisses inaccurate
tight lips,
falling into infinity.
Soledad Caballero Castro
WHAT What flowed down our fruit tree?
no wiser than the daily sweat,
when you have the steel as a standard defense in moons
off. Either strain
born any day
away from meetings.
Then a light shines the way
and the Audacity of Hope,
we dare to set foot on earth and we step
and hesitate ...
When we recognize
January cold freezes your hands ,
and slows the sun's rays.
life costs climb the steep slopes, up to June
with his splendid singing.
And there, we
mourning the absence of words.
Ortigosa Carmen Martín
AND I KNOW THAT WAS NOT YESTERDAY
Under a cracked ceiling. Cracked
itself. But the defense, we played with the nests hidden
and in advance for fear
changed our way.
twinned with goldfinches, sparrows, hoopoe
fellow torrid afternoon, where the intermittent chirping
, silenced our voices.
nap time of silence imposed by decree,
that we breached by the system.
the egg grew in the pool
and with it ourselves. Dip after dip.
With bulging eyes of frogs came and went without altering
our cries.
The air in the pine wood retaining some freshness
and small bodies dried drops of syrup
their laughing and shivering. Pine
crushed for our special horchata
while their cases were used as ammunition.
streetlights tremor felt in the evening glow
dropping their heads to the good sense to
snipers.
And then, tired, melon, to replenish and rendered
crave that white coffin recollection of a new day
Francisco Javier Rueda Diago
Victoria
anyone belong to anyone and everyone
I'm identical to you
song I sing for my loneliness more than just kissing
silences in receiving me get myself
exist because you dream of me
sculpt the air and water
you sleep and dream and carve
deaths and lives of others I do not doubt
and now you dream I say:
my shadow is all yours!
when you wake up I will cease to exist
Piotr Rzany
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