SERIES OF WRITINGS. By @taller-agni

in Writing Club5 months ago (edited)

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SERIES OF WRITINGS:

A careless smile

Este texto nace de forma espontánea Entre la noche que centellea, entre un sin fin de vaivenes del diario vivir. Pocas son las cosas que se requieren, para el corazón honesto y tranquilo que yace envuelto entre si mismo.

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From the writings to the sense of expontaneity. To you sparkling eternal star, muse of inspiration, night of terror for many, place of comfort for the poet.

poem:
A careless smile

A careless smile O charm, I fall among perfumed roses, prickling your thorns woe is me if I fall into the deep lake, if I stumble and hit bottom, save me from the waters, lest by your gaze I lose my way. Be my guide, let us be light, enkindle the most sublime idea in me. O woman, joyful your children, you who give life, give me light, guide me on this rocky path. Your beloved of mine, whom I do not find. There are only vile materialistic desires in these times, woe to us fallen ones. Woe to me if I fall prey to your gaze. Now without reasoning, death to the traitor in me. Faithful to your simple smile, if I could find you, my beloved, among so many interests. Love, love for love, you who can do all things, let there be the breath of life and hope that has already withered in many. Who by vile arrogance seek to find in the material, in the interests, in the social, what they cannot find within themselves. We find the precious treasure in the depths, drowned in the most sublime love, If you were like ice, give me a cure for this evil that wearies my heart, if you were white as snow be indifferent to me, and before you I fall to pieces, in your arms hold me love, already devoid of passions, I die before you beloved mother. let the light be born and let us see what was already hidden. A new world, together as brother, be my light my beloved, my sister, my wife. Yours in this sepulchral void, awaken the fire in me, and give my life for you, learn what it is to live..

De los escritos a sentido de la expontaneidad.

A tí centelleante lucero eterno, musa de inspiración, noche de terror para muchos, sitio de consuelo para el poeta.

poema:
Una sonrisa descuidada

Una sonrisa descuidada
Oh encanto, caigo entre perfumadas rosas,
Punzantes tus espinas
ay de mi si cayese al lago profundo, si tropiezo y tocó fondo, salvame de las aguas, que no sea por tu mirada perdieseme el norte.
Se mi guía, seamos luz, enciende la más sublime idea en mi
Oh mujer, gozosos tus hijos, tú qué das vida, dadme luz, guiadme en este rocayoso camino.
Tu amada mía, que no encuentro.
Sólo viles afanes materialistas hay por estos tiempos, ay de nosotros los caídos .
Ay de mi si cayese preso por tu mirada
Ya sin razonar, muerte al traidor en mi
Fiel a tu simple sonrisa, si te lograse hallar amada mía entre tantos intereses.
Amad, amor por amor, tú que todo lo puedes, haya el hálito de vida y esperanza que ya en muchos se marchitó.
Que por vil arrogancia buscan encontrar en lo material, en los intereses, en lo social, lo que dentro de ellos no pueden hayar.
Hayemos el precioso tesoro en la profundidad, ahogado del más sublime amor,
Si fueses como el hielo, dadme cura a este mal que fatiga mi corazón, si fueses blanca como la nieve sedme indiferente, y ante ti caigo hecho pedazos, en tus brazos sostenme amor. ya desprovisto de pasiones, muero ante ti madre amada.
nazca la luz y veamos lo que yacia oculto
Un mundo nuevo, juntos como hermano, sed mi luz amada mía, hermana mía, esposa mía.
Tuyo en este vacío sepulcral, despierta el fuego en mi, y dar la vida por ti, aprender lo que es vivir.

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So from time to time let us remember, * What we live every day, what we read, what we see, what we eat. That's what we end up becoming.... In art, a great being would say quoting "Leonardo da Vinci",

"Painting is a silent poetry, and poetry is a blind painting, and one and the other imitates nature as much as they can".

Así de tanto en tanto recordemos, * Lo que vivimos a diario, lo que leemos, vemos, comemos. En eso nos terminamos convirtiendo…

En el arte, diría un gran ser ya citando a
"Leonardo da Vinci",
“ La pintura es una poesía muda, y la poesía una pintura ciega, y una y otra van imitando a la naturaleza en cuanto les sea posible”

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This text is born spontaneously Amidst the sparkling night, amidst the endless ups and downs of daily life. Few are the things that are required, for the honest and calm heart that lies wrapped among itself.

Many times we get lost in the tyrannies of so many worries.
Thinking a thousand things, but look at the example of nature, perennial remains through the centuries, breathes and to achieve contemplate it, imitates its sound, its characteristic that founds him, so a breath of hope is born,
Oh ray of light that enters in the midst of dense weeds, abundant branches.

Este texto nace de forma espontánea Entre la noche que centellea, entre un sin fin de vaivenes del diario vivir. Pocas son las cosas que se requieren, para el corazón honesto y tranquilo que yace envuelto entre si mismo.

Muchas veces nos perdemos en las tiranías de tantos afanes
Pensando mil cosas, más mira el ejemplo de la naturaleza, perenne se mantiene atraves de los siglos, respira y al lograr contemplarla, imita su sonido, su característico que le fundamenta, asi nace un hálito de esperanza,
Oh rayo de luz que entras en medio de densas malezas, abundantes ramajes.

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These notes are born of these hard moments of crisis, so on a certain occasion I only wrote, and so little by little words emerged, some of joy, others of sadness, so fickle we are, like a ship thrown into the stormy sea.
  • I leave you with that little experience....
    Atte: titian GB

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Estás notas nacen de estos momentos duros de crisis, así pues en cierta ocasión solo escribía, y así surgía poco a poco palabras, unas de alegría otras de tristeza, así voluble somos, cual navío arrojado al tempestuoso mar.

  • Les dejo con esa pequeña experiencia…


I see it is necessary and pleasing to the #Writingclub group to know why we choose such type of literature with its forms that characterize it the specific topic of literature that we like? A.- Since ancient times the sun has always been worshipped, the great humanities have always sung happily, so from prose, the times of Homer, or the songs of the Troubadour as a lute, as well as the poems of a Cervantes, with their mysticism and philosophy. From the Iliad to the Parthenon, from Greece to Troy... these literary genres are always interesting to recognize and mention, to study. Thanks

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  • all images were taken by me on my cell phone (except one)
  • I use Deepl translator, and canva edito
  • all verses without quotes were written by inspiration and/or influences of the great classics.

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