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DESDE YA AGRADECIDA...
TE DEJO UN LINDO POEMA
Y UNA COLECCION DE IMAGENES.

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

UNA SELECCION QUE

PUEDES COMPARTIR.

POEMAS CORTOS,

REFLEXIONES,

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