FEATURED: Vida – Las crónicas del Otro Mundo

Vida
// Las crónicas del Otro Mundo

El tiempo no es oro, el oro no vale nada. El tiempo es vida.

J. L. Sampedro.

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Formo un marco con mis manos donde trato de encerrar este momento, y entre mis dedos veo asomar esa tímida sonrisa que hace que tus rasgados ojos color caoba casi se cierren por completo al hacerlo. Por un segundo el estrecho vano que hay entre mis manos parece distorsionar el tiempo, mostrándome un carrusel de recuerdos que pasan velozmente frente a mis ojos, donde te veo todavía con aquel rostro de niña, como aquel primer día en el que nos conocimos, y contengo la respiración para ver si con ello también consigo retener en mi memoria algo de esa secuencia de irrepetibles imágenes que cambian continuamente entre pulgares e índices. Rápido me doy cuenta de que tanto esfuerzo será siempre en vano, ya que con cada nuevo haz de luz que estalla en tu mirada, todos esos recuerdos terminan por diluirse como la acuarela en suaves ondas de colores sobre mi memoria.

Ceso por un instante, y mientras este universo inundado de fotones sigue cambiando ante mis ojos, viene a mi recuerdo una determinada melodía que murmuro muy suave entre mis labios, y enarcando las cejas ante la melancolía, comprendo que nunca será suficientemente cerca mientras esté contigo. Que los centímetros, metros u océanos que algún día nos separaron, no fueron otra cosa que las rocambolescas cabriolas de un destino caprichoso y cruel, que un día, cansado de sus travesuras, decidió que por fin los dos compartiéramos aquel reducido espacio mientras esperábamos el autobús, y que sin saberlo ni pretenderlo, aquellos alocados electrones que conformaban nuestros labios, decidieron lanzarse al vacío para conectarnos con un simple chispazo. Nunca sabremos si fueron segundos, minutos o años los que pasamos prendidos a aquel beso, o si se partió el eje de la tierra como un fino cristal para luego volver a recomponerse como si nada hubiera pasado. Solo sé, que con aquel simple beso, pudiste saber todo lo que hasta aquel momento había callado.

Ahora que te miro sonreír entiendo que los problemas nunca fueron más importantes que lo que hemos ido dejando atrás. Y que mientras esta suave brisa que recién acaba de acariciar los pastos termine por desordenar tu pelo, y mientras el suave remolino que todavía ulula tras de ti siga deshaciéndose en el vacío, entenderás que jamás hubo otro principio que el de ahora, ni más juventud o vejez que las de ahora, y nunca habrá otro tiempo ni momento mejor que el de ahora, y que cada instante, no será otra cosa que nuestra última oportunidad para empezar de nuevo. Y que por eso, con tu permiso o incluso sin él, estoy dispuesto a hacerte feliz.

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FEATURED: Interior Plastic Surgery ! / Natural Beauty.

Interior Plastic Surgery ! / Natural Beauty.
// mysuccessisyoursuccess

There are those who desperately have exterior Plastic surgery.

To have a face – lift , or have corrective beauty surgery for one and,

A million reason.

Also there are those who need interior plastic surgery .

To reconstruct their hearts and minds to beautify them.

Remove their envy,hate and resentment and replace them,

With love , kindness and compassion.

To sever every cell that is infected with evil and selfishness.

The world is in a dire need for brilliant surgeons to do the job.

Jalal Michael Sabbagh

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FEATURED: Ritual în absență /Atunci by Editura Excelsior Art

Ritual în absență /Atunci
// Casa care adăposteşte gânduri • Editura Excelsior Art

COPERTA --- RITUAL IN ABSENTA
Un anonim a trasat pe margine de pleoapă
un capăt de drum

  • răspântie

un urcuş spre munte
şi o cărare ce duce
spre o prăpastie-adâncă

inima mea
lansează și captează semnale derutante
„nimic nu e sigur”
„totul e posibil”
viața crește hrănită cu teama și spaima cuibărite în mine

există durere
există speranță

din volumul Ritual în absență, Corina Victoria Sein, 2015 , coperta și ilustrațiile de Vasile Pintea

Postat în:Scriitori şi operele lor Tagged: derută, Muzică, poezie

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FEATURED: Don’t Ask Me ! / Why l Love You

Don’t Ask Me ! / Why l Love You.
// mysuccessisyoursuccess

Don’t ask me why l love you .

l intend to explain to you why l live ?

You are the world which l love .

The world l want to live in forever .

To be next to you ,day and night .

Days without the sun are dull .

So are the nights without the moon and the stars.

My love you are the other face of love.

That never cease to please every beating heart .

You are the world where happiness choose to live.

Jalal Michael Sabbagh

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FEATURED: Love Poems Lost At Sea By #LonelyAuthorBlog

Love Poems Lost At Sea
// The Lonely Author

Hola people. The struggle is real. I stared at a blank page for three hours while Allie watched Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix. So, while I was trying to retrieve my romantic mojo she was sighing to McDreamy and McSteamy. Meanwhile McChimpy was McBlanky. Here is a reblog for anyone who may have missed it, while I rant to the Gods of Poetry.

The Lonely Author

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Love Poems Lost At Sea

Lovely little love poems
Filled with passion and amor
Do they lose their worth
If the intended fails to adore
With heart and soul
love poems tend to woo
so accept his caring message
his words are meant for you

Many poets go unread
like clouds in a sunny sky
with unrequited metaphors
unloved poets live to die
if love poems wilt away
when a lover denies his plea
this poet prefers to disappear
with my love poems lost at sea

Photo courtesy of my daughter Catherine.

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“Variations on Sleep” by Margaret Atwood

“Variations on Sleep” by Margaret Atwood
// House of Heart

I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun and three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

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“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary”

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Broken Wing By House of Heart ❤️

Broken Wing
// House of Heart

I’ve pursued vaults of stars,

searched alleys of days

where snarling shadows haunt

corners and the wind whispers

softly that you have gone ahead

and forgiveness is what is left.

I unlocked the cage

so you could hear a bird sing,

feel the freedom of feathers and

the loosening of secure hands.

When the light of release

summoned you, it broke our spell,

you left my wings and flew away.

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