UN POEMA DE DIANA MORÁN (PANAMEÑA) XV
HILL HONORED BY
PUMP Hearts
(A Stanislaus martyrs and Celestino Orobio Villarreta)
Come for the hill
handle, manguil,
fence melts
The voice of the lamp.
Madura on the hill,
The Cerro
Ancon
Mangoes have
Meat tricolor
The hill can not
fiddle,
His hand chains
The blond sheriff.
The complaint in the cups
The cries a bimbín,
January Maritza
Guayacán April.
handles the hill
-flag- ripe
Lips Rosita,
De Rosita Sun
the soldier will fall
In the gray area,
Ascanio is a mango,
Blue, crimson.
The yellow stripe
Order in English,
With handles clears
The Orobio and Manuel.
Mangoes, mangoes,
Handles there,
We know a country,
A happy country.
Come for the hill
Del handle manguil ,
break the fence
The voice of the lamp.
Un poema de Aura Méndez de Canova (Panamá) Canova Aura Mendez
Absorbed in YOUR SILENCE
This flight exhausted due soles
still dwells in my flesh ...
Candil in inks.
sobbing wind, and touch the thirst in the arteries ...
At this moment I touch your silence, no dates,
today are a destination across oceans
your tireless slavery
tied my dreams of a poet.
Forget ...
is like to lose the compass
anchoring hot in my chest ...
still hear your worlds agitated
and I'm still writing
whitish rivers stories.
Rests grow
and vomit
iron
and you dwell intact in the memory of my skin;
pleasure and torture
blend in the sea of \u200b\u200blife;
now your syllables fertilize Warm pinks ...
Our song
the navel of the universe expands young ...
foam rings I see
that twinkle ethereal
'm engrossed!
born
skin
of universal gloom ...
When grind caresses and tears,
fill all of your eyed silence.
I see in a moment
magnet rogue planet,
screwed in our hands warm mud
my nights at the temples.
spill kisses still
on full moon nights.
see angels blowing songs;
pebbles passion lie in the memory ...
Revivo ...
reborn this sweet love ... wounded
but lacerating silence, wind and centuries ...
Today
drink episodes stuck
beats in my throat ...
are dimmed.
feel that your silence
know scorn and doubt ...
hurts!
The oasis of the inexplicable, almost died,
but you and I still exist ...
unanswered questions worn
roam ...
I still dawns
without litter .... without skin.
I have yet to cut some auroras ...
I pursue their shoots in other lives
estuaries today I have my body
full of fish ...
A water hammer
will purify the ethereal silence
Implacable fate!
The woes of blood tear hours
love and pain flow in one artery,
me pursue the echoes of quiet
your presence still are woven
circular and I see the aurora borealis with
memories ... even fire Us!
Beyond time impalpable
lies the hidden face
of our life-blood;
flooded today there will be an island of silence,
but her belly save your presence.
undated 're wandering ...
No owner ...
I tattooed your eyes are fugitives ...
you go into my skin filaments
and fruitful flame in memory today.
