Juan Manuel Ramos
The other side
Carmen, Concepcion, Ignacio, Nacianceno
The other shore,
Beyond the haze of the boats, my friends They walk
blue squares, streets
yellow and crimson
secret passageways. Earth
populated with towers and battlements looming
Where the past, Shadow
pleading, Longing
reconquest
In a mythical kingdom Covered
diaphanous veil. Line
diffuse
By the time looming,
blurred, Windmills
cloudy. Warriors
From our white vigilantes
Village Road green signs. Country
orange and yellow flowers, where the hours
A stop watch her dance. Sonata
sun and air. Deep red
that transforms
perpetual snow history
released in green shadows,
Enclosures eroticism and mysticism, poetry
geometric invites silence.
The other shore,
Under the shade of violet,
As gentle breeze, walk my friends,
for arc lights, roads, vines,
eternal return to the source crystal Prodigious
encounter with the other . Savia
the flowing current, That
driving the child to play with the pigeons in the afternoon. Birds that fly
,
illuminate the sky blue, pink and white. Finning
emerging signs and dreams dashed.
the wind, gently blowing,
The words becomes enchanted, then drop them to
,
As a light rain,
Transformed into wheat, flowers and wine.
The other shore,
Beyond the haze of the boats,
They walk my friends smile lit sunsets, flower-decked tables
Yellow, red and white, full of bustle
Plazas,
Aroma of coffee, bottles joyful, melody
glass.
There, one afternoon I walked
,
Lone
Under a bright sky, blue and pink
. Spring
No hurry to leave. Instant
light
Portal of time that arose
By
My friends,
With eyes suffused with stillness,
to take shelter with their warm company.
At night,
Surrounded by books and words
lost,
I get flashes,
Whispers,
Painted From that land of colors.
I say that from the shore, is reached only
looking
The vastness of the sky Tattooed
stars.
But the other side, Where the Wild
my friends,
I carry concealed, as a gemstone,
In the palm of my hand.
| is a pleasure for us to invite Juan Manuel Ramos pass this space, you are always welcome. He came from Mexico, shared streets, literature, laughter. And then we gave a few verses that speak of friendship, of the distance with magic words how are you can get rid ... and as everyone knows that one should give what we expected, so the circle is closed, "is because we share with our readers, known and unknown. |
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