The Short Poem helps me to capture some brushstrokes of meditation, emotion or deep reflections that come to my mind and that come out in a fluid way, almost without meaning to. This is only a brief sample of thoughts condensed in short lines but that hide a whole creative world.
Magic, pure synergy,
magic, subtle tapestry,
which is wrapped,
between our seams,
you come and go,
every time;
Ohh magnificent magic,
to give us a peace,
and lead us to believe.
To believe in life,
to believe in hope,
to believe the belief,
and in the greatest illusion;
well, only you;
ohh great magic,
you are the one who has,
that inescapable power,
power to make us feel,
to make us shine,
to do a thousand things to us;
but above all,
to make us see,
further,
of our own reality.
Living sigil,
placid tour,
of a deluge of thunder,
about a dazzling
and beautiful sky.
Living sigil,
unique word,
of true lovers,
to manifest,
all your feeling,
all your compassion,
as well as,
make sense
protection.
Living sigil,
you are and will be,
what makes me fly so much,
what connects me to my soul,
and what helps me to love.
You,
infinity of intergenerational breaths.
You,
perfect conglomeration
of virtues,
of falls,
and constant learning.
You,
beautiful merit,
which is manifested,
multi-colored,
of such different outfits;
while ringing,
at the same time,
to the sound of more than a thousand languages.
You,
humanism that makes us;
humanism that dresses us;
and definitely,
humanism that defines us;
it’s you,
undeniably,
who bears our whole blood;
who bears our power fascinate you;
but above all,
who gives us birth.
For this reason,
Ohh my humanism,
I hug you,
as a child is hugged;
however,
I also ask you,
with the largest of the tinos,
never stop,
to respect the other living;
well don’t forget,
Ohh my humanism,
than with them,
is who we share with,
this beautiful site.
Empty is your voice,
that wavers between a thousand worlds.
Empty is the whole,
that embraces life itself;
that embraces death;
and that embraces that,
that you don’t even feel.
However,
with sweet passion,
that scurries away,
for any corner,
is how you have done it,
of this immense infinity,
a harmonious and beautiful verb;
since with real caution,
tangled with chaos,
tormenting,
is how poetry was given,
more perfect.
Sublime you,
Powerful universe.
You are everyone’s hostel,
and inclusive,
of what does not yet exist.
Ohh poderso Univeso,
with your fact set,
in your fleeting feeling,
is like little by little,
you gave us this story.
This story,
evolutionary our,
where at the end,
everything connects;
everything is intertwined;
and everything is related,
in an inescapable phenomenon,
of cause and effect.
What better gift,
that life wrapped in life,
what better gift,
than life itself,
then between silences and steps,
between whirlwinds and charms; ..
is her,
who stays here,
while everything mutates.
Life,
tremendous word,
which evokes simplicity,
is both,
that which encompasses everything;
everything,
absolutely everything,
without making a big fuss.
Life,
without a doubt,
is the best teacher in this world;
then for each one,
there is a single lesson,
second by second.
A hue de ti,
I route my air,
and all my feelings.
A hue de ti,
I give myself to this plane,
in order to appreciate its existence.
It’s you,
time so unique,
as perfect;
the one that gives reason to my body;
motive to my soul;
and hope to my dreams;
well with your subtle operation,
of inexplicable magic and verb,
is how you declare us alive,
in order to continue.
Time,
fast,
smooth,
but energetic;
you pass and you pass without stopping;
you drown us in your kingdom;
while you embrace us with your stories.
Ohh Time of times,
so many epochs,
seasons and prayers you give us,
to get to know each other,
loving and respecting more.
Ohh Time, of times;
How far do you extend?
and how far will you take us?
With words that bathe me,
about what I am,
I was and I will be;
is like little by little,
I get out,
of my dim galaxy;
to enter,
without wanting or approving it,
in a very unstable dimension.
Dimension,
where my being,
my strength and my support,
no longer exist,
or they have hidden very well.
Stress,
dark shards,
which sharpen my sensation,
they are woven and sung everywhere.
They are woven and sung everywhere,
to scare away,
to the beautiful lights,
who were born,
to make us believe.
Ohh confusion,
why do you get so attached,
to the river of my pain ?,
why are you trying so hard,
in tangling my reason;
instead of just helping me,
to find my passion,
my peace and my eternal illusion?
Life and more,
falls into place.
Fall into place,
without damaging anything,
in the least;
well here today,
just like yesterday;
I observe your complexion,
your feeling,
and your brilliance;
which,
leads me to recognize,
that beautiful world,
than together,
we have built.
Woman,
divine air of mine,
that I agree to live with me;
Tell me,
Do you still remember,
how did you fall in love with me?
It was so long ago,
although at the same time,
I’m sorry,
all the opposite;
since,
from that first beginning,
simply,
I knew it,
and I had to let you know;
well if it didn’t;
Ohh my magnificent angel,
I’m sure,
what would you have,
flown to another site.
Here I came,
and here I am going.
It was beautiful,
while it lasted,
but now,
I must,
to return.
Here I came,
And here I am going.
Tap to this new site;
and your precious breathe;
which,
with its spell,
and huge particularity,
they taught me,
and they made me rate it.
Rate what I have,
and what I left behind;
as well as all that,
so different,
to my daily life.
In subtle slip,
accompanying,
our guideline;
the grave echo,
that little by little,
fades away,
without further ado;
is the one,
makes us appreciate,
each consonant,
and vowel,
which is ejected,
of our sonar.
The echo,
perfect voice,
so scented,
from a whisper of his own;
although at the same time,
so absent of freedom;
tapiza,
our inescapable song,
as well as our soul,
that inadvertently,
is ejected,
when speaking.
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