Tulum
I am the God that comes
to see the dawn in your white stone walls.
I like to be reflected on the eyes of your cenotes
and I get lost in the vastnes of your green jungles.
I listen to the voice of the wind
that whispers in snail, which shouts in your waves
which is a spirit in your marine colors.
I give a drop of magic to every man that admires you,
so that he can protect you and carry you always in his heart.
I am your history, immersed like your starry millennial
sky.
I am the recollection of your troughts, more than many
flashes of coral
In every fingerprint that the men leave in your
Sand, I see the traz of your name:
Tulum
DAY OUT OF THE TIME
They say the day out of the time
is a pause, a recess, a rest.
To take a step and to get to another level.
This way the circle becomes a spiral
and takes us all up.
In the whirlwind we forgot the past,
in the returns the future is errase,
there is not back or forward;
centimeters or meters,
near or far.
Dancing opens the path
by flowing we find destiny,
new astronauts sail togetherin space ....
..... with a galctic compass
Elvira Biasin
Dress me with butterfly wings
feeling that everything is easy and ligth
share the breeze from the rain
bread, sweet, poetry from every day
go to my inner thougths
dive without fear and come out full
kiss the friendly and generous hand of destiny
bless the world in a round circle
thanks for everything
whithout asking why
Elvira Biasin.
The answers that will make your poem
Have you seen how the red flowers of the garden make a bow when you pass through?
Is that you?.. moon the witness of many nights of complicity between lovers?
It's the starlight that illuminated my soul every night?
Are the wild waves the reflection of your eyes?
A sea of tears or a tear in the sea?
It is the madness part of beauty?
Why the madness makes me think my life is boring?
Why the palms soften their gaze when they see you walking?
Why the waves erase your footsteps if your memories on this sand will be forever?
Carolina Maldonado May 2009
IT RAINS AND I DONT CARE
It rains and i don't care
Because here and now
In the trip of my life
The water washes and purifies.
it rains in this hote room
and it doesn't matter
Because here and now
The fragile hammering of the drops
tells me stories
Of sailors and pirates.
It rains in Antigua
And it doesn't matter for me
Because I know that the volcano
will be dress later
Of languid hazes and rainbow.
It rains on the skirts Flecked of the indies,
The steps of stone
And the indifferent gods.
It rains and does not matter for me
Because here and now
In the temple of my faith
the eternal fire of the offering doesn't go out
Nora Biasin
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