Some things changes under the soft caress of the light.
Subliminal
If one day I write words on your skin
ask me to make them tenuous
touch - telepathy - uncertainty
{echoes of what made us lethargic}
Ask me to tattoo some
with the tenderness of someone who stains a wall,
for a good reason.
Let our skins be oracles of the past,
small drawings of time capsules.
And if life hurts us, there will be a break.
We will forge a pact of shadows by decreeing light.
If one day we trace paths in our bodies
let them be noble.
I'll rest on your belly, I'll be moss and leaf litter,
ask me for your skin a new word...
Ask.
And ask also for a collage of lights of the Milky Way.
If I were to write words there... one day
it would be because the eternal and the divine conspired.
spanish, my native language
Si un día escribo palabras en tu piel
pídeme que sean tenues
roce - telepatía - incertidumbre
{ecos de lo que nos aletargó}
Pídeme que tatúe algunas
con la terneza de quien mancilla un muro,
para bien.
Que sean nuestras pieles oráculos del pasado,
dibujitos con cápsulas de tiempo.
Y si la vida nos dolió, habrá una tregua.
Sellaremos el pacto de sombras decretando luz.
Si un día trazamos caminos en nuestros cuerpos
que sean nobles.
Reposaré en tu vientre, seré musgo y hojarasca,
pídeme para tu piel una palabra nueva...
Pide.
Y pide también un collage de luces de la Vía Láctea.
Si yo escribiera palabras allí... un día
será porque lo eterno y lo divino conspiraron.
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such a beautiful line...
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¡viniste!
no mas por leer tu poesia
i hope i said that right
Pretty good 😊👌🏻😉 (más) (poesía)
I don't know how to write in English... If I didn't use a translator I would be missing more than just accents. 😅
I don't know how to make the accents without a number pad, but my laptop doesn't have one. It's ruining my Espanyol!!! 😅
I bet your English is better than you think it is.
Bueno, 🤷🏻♀️ no sabía en mi post si usar cleaned or cleansed. Ya ves cómo voy.
Hay tantas palabras en espannnnyyyyol que me confunden tambien (con accento).
Cleansed es adjectivo, como "cleansed of all sins." lol
Cleaned is a verb: I cleaned that dirty cup you left outside for three days.
BUT, there are also cleansers, which are cleaning solutions, just to make it more confusing. I think you can say I cleansed that dirty cup and it wouldn't be incorrect, but nobody I know talks that way.
Disclaimer, I am not a grammar expert.
Que bello poema y hermosas fotos, 👏👏👏🌻🦋
Gracias 😊
Precioso. 😍
Gracias, Paloma. 🙃🙂
I read it this morning, and it left me as so often mute and armless, sledgehammered beauty.
Good morning @nanixxx
¿Tanto así? Sledgehammered beauty 😍 - yo no pronuncio bien el inglés, pero esto debe sonar bonito. 😊😅 Gracias.
That, whatever it is 🤔, sounds excellent 😃. Good day @nanixxx
😄 Gracias. Linda tarde-noche para ti.
Creo que lo es 😅; hasta dentro de una hora no salgo a la calle. Antes tenía ventana en mi despacho, pero ahora no. 😞
Beautiful poem... it moved me emotions .... the photographs accompany it in a very special way. Beautiful!💗
Thank you. My emotional state is delicate these days under the eclipse influence. 😄
I think mine too, but not because of the eclipse....🤗
I really love the color of the building, they look awesome!
I was cycling and suddenly I looked up and saw how the last rays of the sunset created that difference of colours. It was really beautiful. Thank you, @macchiata. 🤗
Golden hours is some of my favorite time of the day. It definitely adds more beautiful contrast to a space/object.
Beautiful poem, but what happens in the night, stays in the night 😶🦉
In the deep and mysterious night, only winged creatures can access the true story. 😅
Palabras inspiradoras e imagenes transcendentes. una caricia al corazon!
Hola poeta, ¿qué otra cosa mejor podemos hacer en estos días? Elijo acariciar corazones. ✨ Gracias.
Loving your cycling footwear choice and the softness of the sunset x
I knew you'd notice, the footwear. With this I am training to participate in the next Havana Triathlon. 🤣
The light was a great reward for that cycling afternoon.
Now that would be interesting to see LOL
I don't know why your poem, as I read it, plus the mixture of images brought to my mind the Japanese art called kintsugi, which consists of repairing broken pots with gold. I imagined that this is how you saw people when you wrote these verses. I loved it. 💕
No sé por qué tu poema, a medida que lo leía, más la mezcla de las imágenes me hicieron traer a la mente el arte japones llamado kintsugi, que consiste en reparar con oro vasijas rotas. Imaginé que así viste las personas al escribir estos versos. Me encantó. 💕
How nice to know this. I love it when my verses trigger emotions in others and when they let me know about them. 😍
Just today, coincidentally, I thought of this: we are all a bit broken and that is precisely what makes us unbreakable, we can't be broken anymore because we already are.
Your poem is tremendously beautiful, your handwriting, and so must be your soul.
You are divine @nanixxx, my respects to you.
🌻
Note: I live in one of those empty boxes, exactly the same, where the sunset was reflected.
I know you have serious connection problems in that box (your comment was double posted, you can delete the one I didn't vote for). I hate those boxes. My parents live in one.
My soul is very broken Yohana, so maybe that's why you see that white light, because it seeps through the wounds. Es la luz de la luna, traspasando toda mi vida.
I have no doubt that one day you will heal.
🤍
Thank you
A ti. 😉
Que bello poema Amanda. Conspiran lo eterno y lo divino...no lo dudes. Descansa.
😜