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    Everything good is free?

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    Everything good is free?

     

     

    Everything good is free
     
    the air
    fresh or warm when you need it
     
    that apple on the tree
    the strawberry of the forest
    so tender
    dressed in soft wet pink
     
    a suden smell of something
    that takes you traveling
     
    the sound of wings over your head
    a smile with someone on the street
    a happy whistle climbing the balconies
     
    Everything good is free
     
    the water of the river
    cooling your heat

    the voice of sea talking to wind
    the grass when it has been cut
     
    the shadow of the tree
    the song of the blackbird
     
    the moon painting in silver the rooftops
    twilight and its nameless colors
    the sun in a hurry when it's going out of scene
     
    Everything good is free

    Thanks!!

    Where are my hands?

    in The Performance Hall

    Posted · Edited by Marcus Nalgaber

    Where are my hands?

    maybe
    when night and day are already company
    loneliness becomes a visit that does not bother

    and the lights and the shadows
    are surrealist painters of life


    maybe
    I'm already a drawer of yesterday
    in which others look for memories

    Maybe
    those strange birds
    that turn into wisps of black smoke 
    as they come out of my mouth, 
    are the silent cry of my thought, 
    barren as a soundless instrument

    Maybe Maybe Maybe 

    Maybe
    everything has a meaning beyond this side
    everything is maybe right now
    a moment that more than a moment 
    is a sea of questions

    Maybe Maybe Maybe
    maybe I am the reins of my life 
    but where are my hands?

    Spanish Poetry - A beautiful voice of woman accompanied by Spanish classic guitars

    in The Performance Hall

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    Besos - Kisses

     

     

    Life goes on
    with her parade
    of true 
    but amazing things

    Life goes on
    with her parade
    of true 
    but amazing things

    and meanwhile
    prisoner of that time
    that everything drags and engulfs
    I love you I love you I love you I love you

    Love
    that takes away the weight of the print of the years
    and makes me look in the mirror
    to search in my mouth
    the trace of your kisses

    Kisses
    full of so much
    that I get lost when remembering them
    Kisses
    full of so much 
    that I get lost remembering them

    your kisses your kisses

    ©Mora Amaro La Loba

    Spanish Poetry - A beautiful voice of woman accompanied by Spanish classic guitars

    in The Performance Hall

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    Acércate - Come closer

     

     

    come closer
    and let me look at you
    peek with me into the warmth of our eyes
    and let me find
    one more time,
    the light that shines in them,
    sun of the soul that gives me life by touching me .

    Bring your breath to mine
    and, without kissing,
    let me wish it
    imagine it,
    moment that becomes eternal...

    Thirsty for you
    from your mouth,
    fire that springs from fire.

    come closer,
    and let me see in your face,
    all your faces from yesterday, and tomorrow,
    make my gesture a mirror,
    and hug me in silence,
    slowly,
    that the feeling becomes complete,
    image that will remain in time,

    Love that I have for your love.


    ©Mora Amaro La Loba
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    La visita - The visit

     

     

    Suddenly a smell of fruit captured my nose
    and the mystery of its  presence
    made me peek at the moment
    to rummage in it.

    That visit...

    hat grabbed my hand
    to take me to a forest of orange trees
    to search through the leaves
    that "I" that stayed there
    surrounded by air
    that looks like water,

    rocking
    blurring

    numbing nostalgia
    the beauty
    yesterday


    ©Mora Amaro La Loba
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    Cosas - Things

     

     

    I would like to invent words
    so to can talk about those things
    that have no name today 

    Things I mix with
    and as a thing
    I disappear engulfed between so much time

    things that smell like bodies
    and everything that has  happened
    in its particular moment

    things, things,
    What a vague word to define so much invent!

    I would like so many invented things
    that I invent myself
    despite being nothing
    among so many living things
    and so many things happened

    things, things,

    What a vague word to define so much invention!

    ©Mora Amaro La Loba
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    La lágrima - The Teardrop

     

     

    The teardrop, 
    trembling irresolutely, 
    finally fell, furtive and timid,
    sweeping away with it 
    the many others that were waiting,
    heaped together 
    and confused,

    and the weeping turned into a sea,
    sea that flooded the soul 
    with pain and tense calmness,
    salty and bitter sadness 
    that escapes and that sometimes
    does not even have any hope.

    ©Mora Amaro La Loba

    Spanish Poetry - A beautiful voice of woman accompanied by Spanish classic guitars

    in The Performance Hall

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    Llueve - It rains

     

     

    It rains

    It rains in the night of my soul
    while the hours walk
    lost in the distance

    It rains
    It rains in my eyes and on my face
    a water of salt and almonds
    that turns me into nostalgia.

    and under that rain,
    the shadows
    they are no longer shadows,
    but wells filled
    with the echoes of my childhood.

    It's raining.
    It rains in the light of my life,
    over the tree of my dreams,
    and in the kisses that I gave.

    it rains life,
    it rains tears,
    it rains seas of words
    that are nothing in today


    ©Mora Amaro La Loba

    Spanish Poetry - A beautiful voice of woman accompanied by Spanish classic guitars

    in The Performance Hall

    Posted

    Hi @Vernon Fargo   @TalonBaker

    Thank you so much here I post the English translation.

     

    The Rain

    The rain fell slowly
    almost as it not wanting to
    gently calming the thirst
    that the heat left behind.

    She entered through the open window
    sifting with her timidness
    the penumbra now already cool.

    The houses and  things were still,
    letting themselves be touched by her presence
    and the drowsy time, looked at her like a child.

    The blue and gray blended together,
    water and air that played in the sky
    now hidden in kept silence,   
    and the rain fell slowly
    stretching out her arm to gently touch 
    the branches and  vineyards.

    No one spoke, only she sang
    and more than sing she hummed a slow tune
    that moved in harmony with the feeling.

    What fragrance her face gave off, 
    shiny and pale,
    fresh like a young rose
    that parfumes the sitting room in a copper vase.

    The forgotten sun finally peeked its light, 
    though dim, through the soft layer of wet cotton,
    and the rain upon seeing it, gathered her hair
    and let herself kiss the nape, 
    warm and alive, like an expectant woman.

    As in the convents

    in The Performance Hall

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    As in the convents

     

     

    I look inside of me
    there is only silence
    as in the convents

    I walk corridors
    corridors corridors
    where the memories
    walk in line

    I go  counting doors
    one two and open three
    a naked woman prays 
    before a cradle

    dark tears
    paint her cheeks
    white wings
    hang from a chair
    while her crying 
    becomes sea
    under his knees

    She looks at me
    and I look at her
    she has my face 
    and I hers

    I look inside of me
    mirror shards
    they rain  from the roof
    everything is done

    and I start again
    to remake the glass
    of my reflection 
    for when I look in my inside
     

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