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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.