Ana 3ana

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Blue lemonade?

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Drowning fire

I am as close and as far

Through a wall of glass

I see your beautiful face

Even if time will pass

This can’t become a scar

The invisible smoke clouds

Get stuck in my throat

My eyes, my ears, the pain

But of this don’t take note

Happy child lost in the woods

Like the eternal tree I love you

But always burning on fire

Behind of the smoke glass

I surely won’t become a liar

Unless freedom is in danger too

How could I try to get away?

Who wants to lose the light?

Adjusting to constant change­

Wide eyes in day or night

Only numb I could stay

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Whispers

Slowly the words are giving

In this game of hide and seek

My feelings can’t be shown

Until we reach the end in spring

  May, June, July

Directly into your eyes

Let me say I love you

In August I end my lie

  Would you stand with me?

I will keep walking for now

In the meantime I’ll fix

Please look around here

  The haze is permanent in my vision

Breaking the rules I count the times

Today here, tomorrow there, always

Trying, breathing, please let’s go on

  Coward, impatient and guilty

We are slowly just drinking

In our frail golden cage of smoke

My chest can’t feel always dirty

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The red feather

I said erase these thoughts

Get it caged in your soul

Think about old times

When my eyes were blind

 Running around in circles

Seeing the rainbow arcs

Getting entangled in your feathers

Anyone would think me mad

 Calm your thoughts

Calm your heart

Why are you beating like that?

 An angel has been in front of me

How can I not be mesmerized?

I thought I was ok in their warmth

And then I found me unable to part

 This love isn’t a scar

It shouldn’t be sad

This is tender and playful

Like a child waking up

 Holding a flower with my toes

I really think I could lose

Overwhelming feeling

In my breathless gaze

I really thought I could erase.

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A day like today

I am in the palm of your hand

You say a word and my heart would jump to it

Even if there is nothing where I can land

Say to me you love me

Tell me your fears and sadness

I get anxious

Answer my prayers

Calling for a flower and getting some fire on

The sun warms as much as this soul

The truth is I love you

Like I never loved someone else before

I could become dust

And I would still love you

I need to handle my ghosts

So we won’t be hurting more

The spirit of others is haunting me

Your sadness is caused I know

The cries of another are making you bleed

And all I wish is for us to go on.

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Y ahora resulta que vienen más problemas…

Por si no fuera poco que una rama salvaje dejara un recuerdo permanente.

Una pasa color miel se estancó en mi garganta por largo tiempo.

Una torre se paró frente a mí a pesar de tenerle miedo.

Y lo peor es que un cuchillo dejó mi sangre a su paso.

Cuando todo esto pasó, el recuerdo de la rama seguía y la pasa se había convertido en algo diario.

Pero luego y de súbito.

Una mariposa se posó en mis labios por un segundo, se fue sin mirar atrás y ahora está muy lejos.

La suave sensación de un pasto picante e inexperimentado acarició mis tobillos.

Una tormenta de colores atravesó mis párpados dejando extraña calidez

Una encantadora brisa que trae tanto escalofríos de ternura como angustia

Finalmente una abrasadora llama de dulzura se instaló dejándome deseosa de más.

El pasto sigue estando cerca, caliente por el sol y estático pero cambiante.

La tormenta de colores sigue rugiendo en estas almas.

La brisa quiere perseguir a la tormenta, yo la veré cambiar y dar su mejor esfuerzo.

Y el fuego planeo atesorarlo como mi cercano amigo, amor de velo.

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Feeling a plum

My love for you exists

That’s all i have to say, but is also not…

As the clouds covered the moon in the night you left me

As every love song reminds

In my dreams you are walking, laughing and smiling

With that soul of yours that entwines

How can I not care about you?

How can I not care when I love you?

My hated moon is still shining in the sky

I can’t see the stars

I can’t see those that represent your soul

Did I lie to you?

Was my honesty killing?

What about your photos and whispers?

Now the only left is cold

I can love you and hundreds of others

That doesn’t mean my love…

You aren’t enough or warming

Or kind or lovely or sad or precious.

You got inside my soul deeply in one moment

As your petals curve satisfied.

I wonder if I could ever be more ominous.

 We are two broken complete pieces

Of a world in constant change

I won’t stop loving you neither in greys,

Purples, blues, pinks, reds, or oranges

And even less in plum blossoms

Those that I never saw

Like your figure escaping my short sight

As I imagined black rivers falling from a snowy cream

And becoming inky curves instead.

 Being blind and insensitive,

You found me

Being blind and insensitive

You left me.

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Una miniatura de fuente es uno de mis recientes trabajos / A fountain miniature is one of my recent works

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Un trabajo performático en la Tatacoa-Colombia / perfomative work in the Tatacoa-Colombia

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Fotos de paisajes y micropaisajes, -la estética y  para Seel Martin ‘Espacios de tiempo y del paisaje y del arte’- Landscapes and microsceneries taking into consideration Seel Martin’s text