Sunday, March 2, 2008

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called my




called my
(Sophia de Mello Breyner)

for me when I called the sea sang for me when I called

sources ran for me when I called heroes died
And every sign of me gave me.


I called for me a thousand times ... I'm back in every moment lived
With humility on the skin and under it
pride the hope and reason and love always dressed
I called for me a thousand times ... and here I

PD / Thank you all for the love I have left in this time of absence and silence, thanks to everyone for being close.
The traces of time and I start to fade slowly beginning to rise, to continue feeding my soul of poetry.
A big hug and many thanks .... Freyja


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Monday, January 7, 2008

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be in your dreams ...


be in your dreams
(Vicente Herrera Márquez)

books late in your dream space.
One day I want to be the ruler of your favorite color, the conqueror
in another domain in your room, also
asexual partner in the hour of sadness
or impetuous lover at the borders of your sheets.

Let me be the knight defending your innocence
and wild horse that gives you extend the offspring. Let me be the ghost
love across your window,
on summer nights and sings a song you whispering. If you want

I can be a sprite you
entangled in intrigue and centaur without losing your guide through the maze.
At times I can be a loyal army of Spartans,
to protect you from lies, libel and within seconds
confessor to turn into a slip.

Let me be the magician who meets your dreams
colors and the sorcerer who prepares your love potions.
In your dreams I want to be tired
oasis of rest and your fantasies eager want, on the feast of lust,
be the beginning of your desire and the final embrace your passion.

Let your dreams is just the companion routine
the lover that every night I give her caresses
and men love to kiss you every morning when I wake



Vicente Herrera Márquez, Chilean writer and poet. It was part of a group of migrants who departed to deliver his defiant effort to conquer the inhospitable vastness of Patagonia. Thus was born
its conquest by the letters and their clothing lines by the wind
From there, start writing and his poems, stories and everything you type begin to cross the borders
A man who has been marked by love dress many times of silence and full of dreams, with its essence of man and poet speaks to every muse that has been in his life took
Today a poem about him, which is dedicated to a muse that eventually accompanied him on his way

His website is: Pages Wind and here are part of what has been written over time: http://www.vicherrera.cl/


This poem is full of magic, love, dreams and hopes
Verses that they see that love is always the most beautiful Verses
reason to exist to delight the soul .... Freyja


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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

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I do not know what I'm eternally ... If The Sun


I do not know what I'm eternally ...

(Rosalia de Castro)

I do not know what I'm eternally
on land, air and sky;
I do not know what I want, but I lost
is something I do not know when and what not meeting
even dream that dwells
invisible in everything and how I play.
Happiness I shall not return to find you
on earth, air, or in heaven,
and even though I know you exist and are not
vain dream!


search
That human beings are constantly looking for, dreams, love, life
When all is lost on the road and there is only loneliness
The happiness to share the feelings that were absent when it has lost what is loved and is dressed in the absence of sleep .... Freyja



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Saturday, October 13, 2007

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Un Sol (Alfonsina Storni)


My heart is like a god without a tongue,
Mudo is waiting for the miracle,
I loved dearly, all love was lean, That all love
I met with wanes.

I have loved to mourn, to die.
loved to hate, I loved to madness,
But I hope some love nature
able to renew and redeem myself.

Love to fruition my desert And make me sprout
sensory branches, I am a jungle
live roots, foliage may
only could you be dead.

Where is he encouraged my desire?
impoverished Am his eyes the branches? Vulgar
nuisance, pale foliage
Unlike the faithful trunk that feeds it.

Where is the dark spirit whose opacity
outbreak of the flame?
Ah, if my worlds with their love inflames
I will be unstoppable as a river.

Where is the love that I wrap?
have to bring your great truth known ice and more ice
picked up in life I need a sun
I dissolved.



The Storni writes with the soul, I remember when I first read immediately captivated me, as to love, to deliver expected
His verses always dressed in sadness expected that she lived, until one day he surrendered to the arms of the sea
This poem is full of commitment and loneliness .... Freyja


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