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Riassumo del giorno
Ho il mattino
Ho le mani con le quale rompo il pane
le mai con il quale
Ho l'energía che abraccia
i miei sogni e ideologie
abbraccia a familiari e amici
che si ricordano di me
e ricordo insieme a loro, che abbiamo vita
Tutto l'arte in te e in me
e l'artista di la' fuori
con la musica che accompagna
tutti i giorni nella radio
cantichiato il ritmo
mentre vado al lavoro
Ho gli occhi con i guali osservo a tutti
tutti ce l'hanno
hanno motivi che riempiono
i suoi sogni e ideologie
hanno amici, hanno famiglia e il pane del giorno
Detaglio il giorno e riassumo qui
Quel che tutti siamo
ma c'e la diferenzia che noi beneficia
Stai insieme a me ed io insieme a te
e vorrei che anche tu abbia
i tuoi amici, la tua famiglia
i tuoi sogni e ideologie
e uno spazio per sognare in te
come tutti i giorni io lo faccio per te
io sogno in te
Poema
Será que me doy por vencido?
o parte del cielo lo que pido?
Hoy me seinto derrotado
de pedir y pedir estoy cansado
del tiempo perdido y de amor agotado
hoy me siento derrotado.
Doy todo de mi voluntad y esfuerzo
y siento que existe algo allí
en ese corazón aún no despierto
Pero he fallado y estoy desilucionado
de no recibir a cambio
Puesto que para tí soy el dulce que,
en el refrigerador
mañana tambien estará ahí
Cuantas veces seguiré así
de ver abrir y cerrar la puerta
se siente solo y frío el estar aquí
sin recibir respuesta.
Manuel Arteaga
EXODUS...INTO THE NEW
Exodus...
The new becomes the old
transformed
It is a new way of living and a new
way of loving,
Moving into a new time,
Knowing that the Creator lives
through us and showers us with many
blessings...
from Soul Journey to Truth Ombassa Sophera
Poema del Alma al Cuerpo Manuel Arteaga
Rompe la foto que llevas adentro
recoge los colores que dejastes en el suelo
y empieza de nuevo
Ten la malicia de hacer algo bueno
ten la paciencia de olvidar lo que fue
y el control de lo que va a ser
porque yo de aqui adentro
te ayudare a dar hasta el cielo
Da la orden, di que sí
consigue, escoge, dedícate
señala con certeza
rompe las cadenas, muestra de tí
pon todo lo tuyo por lograrlo
y en un futuro serás lo que eres
no la ausencia que viva por tí
Sal allá afuera, hazte presente
concentrate y yo te educaré
levantate y los dos llegaremos
como Cuerpo y Alma.
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Once upon a time there was a Bear and a Bee who lived in a wood and were the best of friends. All summer long the Bee collected nectar from morning to night while the Bear lay on his back basking in the long grass.
When Winter came the Bear realized he had nothing to eat and thought to himself "I hope that busy little Bee will share some of his honey with me". But the Bee was nowhere to be found - he had died of a stress induced coronary disease.
Banksy
Petalo sin rosa
Un oleaje se comunica con mis pasos y me disuelve en petalo sin rosa. Un oleaje
extrae de mi vacios inservibles y los da atragar a otros, que deben tragar.
Unas rafagas de viento me atragantan la furia de invadirme a mi misma, me atragantan la idea de rebelion ensimismada.
Un oleaje, una casa enorme en mi cabeza de cueva, un follage y una luz a lo infinito.
Unos animales pequeños asquerosos que me acompañan desde tu despedida.
Un hijo que crece y grita. Unas palabras merodeando de esquina a esquina, que
rehuso a tener en mi memoria de espejos.
Un arder de calle antigua, un oleaje en penumbra villana, unas flores de regalo,
un vino, una buena cancion para volar antes del desayuno.
Un oleaje de antaño, de verso y mariposa, un cuerpo de jabon donde sonreir y protestar, un suspiro de torso ajeno, una explosion de cabeza y postre despues del aguacero.
Un oleaje, un beso, mi centro y tu relatandose historias de cuando eramos todos y nadabamos desnudos. Mi oleaje agotado y mio, mi rockandroll de abejas, mi delirio,
(cuando de mi te alejas).
Mi orgullo cementado, mas atras del cuello entre huesos huecos.
Judith Sanchez Ruiz, Noviembre 2004.
You are listening: Silvestre
(Alvaro Mazzei)
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HOME WITH GOD Gabi Fedor
This life is like a game
That all of us we have to play.
One time or more we will feel the pain
A broken heart creates it and for some of us will never go away.
Some of us think we are here to win
But we don't take anything with us when home to God we have to leave.
We are here to live this game of life
Until God our saviour will lead us into eternal light.
We all one day will suffer a big loss
Maybe too soon, maybe too fast
And in another day when is our time will come,
Somebody else turn will be to cry for our past.
Nothing lasts forever,nobody can stop the clock
We are just a spirit in a shell
That will always have life into God's house
Our pains it will come one day to an expected end
When we'll meet again our loved ones on Our Lord eternal land.
