Sunday, March 27, 2011

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EL ARQUITECTO DE AMERICA

WALT WHITMAN

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,



I say how wonderful it is to be women as men,


The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pain


of hell are with me,


graft and multiply the pleasures of my being, I translate


pains to a new language .



I am the poet of the woman and I am the poet of man,


and say how wonderful it is to be women as man


And I say that nothing is more admirable that the mother


of men



I sing the song expansion and pride


blandishments and entreaties have been enough,


I show that size is more than growth



Have you passed to others? Are you the President?


That does not matter: all come and go even further ...

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Dewey Body Dementia How Long To Live

Figuras de un ayer

Maria Alejandra Sierra (Honduras)

Inks own meanings legible figures in a few discrete pores, rumors created.


That beginning of yesterday, today is passed,
That's their decision.


Lija carved it with dry lips, acknowledge the response.


Dry it at a price of breath, wind inks discovered gunpowder, lead speech.


Tepid Sales rumor delatante expression, the ice melted.


What happened? Faces were cracked, only the knuckles are the face, is the pain the ice.


appeared the fleeting memories, know peace nails.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

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RAINIER ALFARO (CUSTLAQUEÑO EN CATRACHIA)

Rainier Alfaro

II







If


A bird or a boat


crosses the shadow of your eyes


to sneak in rivers
light

write from other words


In the log of the moon


Flow your scent sounds






In the mirror he sees us and judge us


Among the trees and flowers


I take my steps until your window


unnoticed in the butterfly by shadows


Butterfly In light of your distance baby

Sunday, March 6, 2011

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8 de marzo


Normally I prefer to keep writing


These poems naive
How much you dislike


prefer insist
dedicártelos
And fill you with resentment That
That force you to inhale cyanide
A
exhale
renditions I prefer to follow the downpour rain
That impertinent
who miscarry many colds


insist
prefer to talk to each drop and the color of your eyes
to see the day that your tears walk
About
bruised cheekbones
prefer to remain the abnormal
That's both laugh your friends
That which you choose not to mention I prefer

insist
and walk toward the psychiatric is your oblivion
to become a normal man
That usually yells
That usually pushes you
I normally hit you with his fist