POEMAS CORTOS, REFLEXIONES, IMAGENES...UNA SELECCION QUE PUEDES COMPARTIR.

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IMAGENES

POEM PABLO NERUDA ***SEXUAL WATER***

Sexual water

Rolling to single drops,
drop like teeth,
to thick drops of jam and blood,
rolling to drops,
the water falls,
like a sword in drops,
like a heartbreaking river of glass,
it falls biting,
hitting the axis of symmetry, hitting the seams of the
soul,
breaking abandoned things, soaking the dark.

It's just a breath, wetter than crying,
a liquid, a sweat, an unnamed oil,
a sharp movement,
becoming, thickening,
the water falls,
to slow drips,
towards its sea, towards its dry ocean,
to his wave without water.

I see the summer long, and a rattle coming out of a barn,
wineries, cicadas,
populations, stimuli,
rooms, girls
sleeping with your hands in your heart,
dreaming of bandits, with fires,
I see boats,
I see pith trees
bristling like rabid cats,
I see blood, daggers and women's stockings,
and hairs of man,
I see beds, I see corridors where a virgin shouts,
I see blankets and organs and hotels.

I see the secretive dreams,
I admit the last days,
and also the origins, and also the memories,
like an eyelid atrociously lifted by force
I am looking.

And then there is this sound:
a red noise of bones,
a sticking of meat,
and yellow legs like spikes coming together.
I listen between the shot of the kisses,
I listen, shaken between breaths and sobs.

I'm watching, hearing,
with half the soul in the sea and half the soul
on earth,
and with the two halves of the soul I look at the world.

and even if I close my eyes and cover my heart entirely,
I see a dull water fall,
to deaf drips.
It's like a gelatine hurricane,
like a cataract of sperm and jellyfish.
I see a cloudy rainbow running.
I see the water passing through the bones.

POUPURRI DE IMAGENES BELLAS, HERMOSOS MENSAJES, DE LA WEB, DISFRUTALAS Y COMPARTE.!!!

REFLEXION

***BESAR EL ALMA
ES FACIL...
Y GRATUITO***,
SOLO BASTA QUE DECIDAMOS
BAJAR DEL PEDESTAL DEL ORGULLO
QUE MUCHAS VECES NOS RODES Y NOS CONSUME.
Luciernaga.

QUIEN AMA.

***QUIEN AMA,

 NO TIENE

MIEDO DE PERDER.

EL VERDADERO AMOR

ES UN ACTO DE ENTREGA

TOTAL...***

POEM II DE PABLO NERUDA

POEM II

In its mortal flame the light envelops you.

Absorbed, pale, suffering, so situated

against the old propellers of twilight

that revolves around you.



Muda, my friend,

alone in the lonely of this hour of deaths

and full of the lives of the fire,

sheer heir of the day destroyed.



From the sun falls a cluster in your dark dress.

At night the great roots

they grow suddenly from your soul,

and to the outside things return hidden things in you,

so that a pale blue people

of you newborn is fed.



Oh great and fertile and magnetic slave

of the circle that in black and golden happens:

upright, try and achieve such a lively creation

that their flowers succumb, and full of sadness

PABLO NERUDA.

Pablo Neruda.

This famous poet won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971, and wrote more than 40 books, some of them published after his death.
After publishing some books of poetry, in 1924 he achieved international fame with Twenty love poems and a desperate song, work that, together with Tentative of the infinite man, distinguishes the first stage of his poetic production, marked by the transition from modernism to avant-garde forms influenced by the creationism of Vicente Huidobro.

His international prestige was recognized in 1971, the year in which he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. The previous year Pablo Neruda had renounced the presidential candidacy in favor of Salvador Allende, who shortly after appointed him ambassador in Paris.

On September 19, when his health deteriorated, he was rushed from his home in Isla Negra to Santiago. Finally, on September 23, Pablo Neruda dies at 10.30 pm at the Santa María Clinic in Santiago due to prostate cancer.

 again, Google reminds us of the date of an illustrious personage, who with his poetry iOncelluminated the conscience of millions.

Today I do not want to complain,

Today I do not want to complain,

you know why ; I have life, health and
a huge desire to get ahead.
Just thank GOD for the family
and work, and for those bumps that life brings,
to show us that we are capable,
to get up again and again was necessary. The Abandonment hurts, kills, does not know of subtleties or recognitions, you just run out. Let us be the ones who abandon it, let joy enter into our lives, let hope fill our hearts.
If someone left us, we should let them go, that can not be repaired and if they come back to our life, they will always be resentful. It's like a crystal, once it breaks and you try to put the pieces together it will never be the same.
Let's move away from abandonment, let's open our doors to new hopes,
to renew all our things, that nobody ever takes us to a bed to cry for loneliness, we do not allow it.
To the people who abandon us, one day the same thing will happen to them; no one escapes this law of karma, everything we do,
everything is returned to us. Today we are the ones who embrace abandonment, in another time of life it will be they who will feel it ...
We just have to focus on being happy

I WOULD LOVE YOU

I WOULD LOVE YOU

If you were        ,
I would love you.
Touching your face
with my red hair.

I would love you.
Stroking your back
with my crooked fingers.

I would love you.
Biting your chest
with my deaf teeth.

I would love you.
if between my sheets
you were ...
not these.