Quiero quererte con tus tumbas y promesas, Con tus dioses y tormentas, Quiero saber si eres tú. Mira mis manos como rezan, Mientras te quemas en la hoguera, entre los aullidos frenéticos de la multitud. Quiero amarte una vez más, Entre aquelarres y leyendas,de un indómito despertar, e iluminame con tu opaca luz, cuando abras con tu lengua, las puertas del más allá. Miro tus manos, ya no tiemblan, mientras tu carne se chamusca, y tus ojos se apagan, antes del amanecer ahumado de tu inic

  (Soneto a los aleccionadores crueles de la poesía de los noveles poetas) Esos cardos* infieles de oropel leen versos de otros con recelo leen odas de otros con el velo muerto, yerto de ánimo y capel.   Esos falsos maestros de papel leen hartos tus obras con el duelo te hacen críticas ávidas de suelo necios buscan lo árido, lo cruel.   Creen ser de las musas el Apolo pero, ciegos y legos, sinrazón son narcisos sin Venus, sin caulícolo.   Eres tú escribidor (a), el Pigmalión, lu

Lluvia bermeja, escurriéndose por los balcones, noche azabache que bebe de labio en labio esa flama, ese líquido de piernas, a borbotones. Si fuera necesario pensar que estamos muriendo, una vez y otra vez, y el tiempo se va. Ese azur de primaveras breves, ese fantasma de flores grises, palpitando, en tu cuello, como una premonición, de celestes y matices, magentas y jaldes tintes, destellos. Ese plasma de periespíritus sueltos, en esa bóveda de metal, hay asteroides y recuerdos, hay cenizas de

Three poems written in the Spanish laguage on the nature of writing poetry ( ... Una Poesía ), the nature of the relationship between writer and reader ( Cruce Cósmico ) and the existencial reflections ( Tiempo Poético. Los Clavos. )

Words for Orestes and Pylades song

Dreamasdew (n.) — A coined word from 鸿沙心缘 (Chasing Fate Beneath Hongsha), referring to a dream as tender and ephemeral as dew, quietly becoming real and leaving a lasting impact.

This document defines “Dewenlight”, a coined literary term created by Meng Bulu. Derived from “dew” and “enlighten”, it describes a fleeting, gentle light — like wisdom arising softly from stillness. The entry includes phonetic spelling, etymology, and literary meaning.

A four-line verse embodying the quiet sorrow and tender strength of a heart that remembers, this poem evokes the name of Menglu—“Dream Dew”—as both symbol and soul of unspoken yearning.

Poems about being a woman Natalie Blunt's poetry is a healing balsam. Her insightful verses dive deep into the secret lives of women. They are songs about love, betrayal, motherhood, grief, melancholy, the passage of time, memories and loneliness. Each of her poems can be read as a short story, or as a reminder phrases of self-care, personal growth and self-love. I Received a Bunch of Flowers by Mistake is a carousel of contradictory emotions written with delicacy, melancholy and a bit of humor. Excerpts: Beauty is a matter of faith not a matter of fact. * * * Plants also grow downward, their roots sink into the dark earth. Neither earthworms nor blind moles can admire this secret and rare beauty. It doesn't matter in which direction you decide to grow. Expand as you like hide yourself if you prefer, grow as much as you wish, the sky is vast, but so are the depths of the earth. * * * All bodies have scars. Not all of them are easily noticeable. Some are hidden, others are too tiny for the eye to see. Our entire body is a scar, from the day we were born. The smoothest skin has tiny scars, because we have all been wounded, sometimes without even being aware of it, without knowing who is responsible. Here is the list, still in progress, of the usual suspects: ourselves those we love the most the merciless time. * * * I would look at myself as if I was seeing myself for the first time, with a certain surprise. I would touch my face as if I were blind, as if I wanted to learn to recognize myself not by the sense of sight but by the sense of touch. * * * From time to time tell yourself all the wonderful things you deserve. Don't stop congratulating yourself even for the smallest things. Finishing the day is one of them. Even praise yourself if you haven't done what others expected of you, what you were supposed to do. The days when you feel you have failed in the worst way are when you should be most proud of yourself. Content protected by copyright ©. * * *

The lyrics of this song talk about resisting what the world expects from you. That feeling of feeling different, misunderstood, or refusing to fit into standards.

The lyrics of this song talk about carrying everything that you are, even if you don't want to. About the weight of being yourself, whether it's emotional, mental, or social.

This is a song lyric that talks about when the key turns and it changes position: those who used to run, no longer respond.

SINOPSIS ¿Es el amor igual que el desamor? ¿ Nos acercan o nos alejan ambos sentimientos de nosotros mismos ? ¿ Se puede amar a la vez que “desamar”a alguien con la misma pasión,devoción ? Quizá la respuesta está en estos poemas, escritos en dos momentos muy diferentes en la vida del autor. El pasado y el presente, partes de una misma realidad que se entremezclan a veces…Cuando sientes amor y/o desamor, la pasión es la misma…el dolor es el mismo…

Escritos sobre amor y romance.

Canción para el poema "Serenata" de Federico García Lorca. Una canción escrita por Gábor Légrádi con una melodía adaptada de la canción tradicional en húngaro titulada "Virágos kenderem".

Canción para el poema "Canción del jinete" de Federico García Lorca. Una canción escrita por Gábor Légrádi con una melodía adaptada de la canción tradicional en húngaro titulada "Elindultam szép hazámból".