Monica Rocaforte 2011

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(.../...) Crepusculario

from these lines I thank the writer Fernando Sarria the fact devote his blog this week Crepusculario Century 21 to my poems.

This is the ratio of which is included each day:

02/05/2011 No one should expect from me

03/05/2011 Each 04/05/2011

I firmly believe that I died

Sonetizando shipwrecks 05/05/2011

06/05/2011 remember your name

07/05/2011 Heads or tails

08/05/2011 My name is any name


(Link on the titles to read each one of them)

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If you could wake

Your voice can not scream

because it is a clear desert

you're gone, You're Dead

and you can not sing.

Nor can dream,

your dreams have gone

and confused by clouds

if it was raining or mourn.

heal your wounds

if you could return

of that eternal slumber,

of those nights so missed.

What mine who the priest,

if I open my eyes without seeing

whom I may return

your smile and your tenderness?

Nor can you hear me,

and I I can hear you.

Will my hands to fight,

love, hate, feel, live?

I die a little

and on the road to find you,

wake up and wake

this crazy dream.

In this thorn that sticks,

of this death as early

this live with no tomorrow,

of this fire and the lava.

This goodbye odd and alone,

of this cross crucified

this nothing more than anything,

of this god or faith without malice.

In this wild crazy

that runs through my entrails,

I no longer fool me

or is it true this outrage.

Oh, if you could wake

of one or the other way!

Oh, if I could could

the world stop spinning!

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IMAGINE your skin on my bare skin
can not think of anything
is such that I'm already crazy
feeling your flavor of honey and roses

TE imagine the warmth of my arms
you and me drunk wine and passions

Weaver WHO NOT your landscape
warp of the fabric of your shade
inventor of fires under your skirt
mirror of your lustful nights
unspeakable desires shelter
or an unrepentant lover of your mouth

(Yet)
I AGREE to be your lover blind
a thief on the fringes of your back
to burn in the fire of failure
tenderly hurt your bullets
or be the very picture of defiance
(Al After much more than anything)

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This I do not know or guess.
This is a painting I chiaroscuro.
This self that neither begins nor ends.
This self that discolors the future.

This self that is the life force.
This I neither hide nor flee.
This I do not calm the wounded soul.
This I neither silent nor respond.

I This kills me, though do not die.
This self that demands your presence.
This I hope you expect when
and despair only by your absence.

This self-exile condemned to a long-
without you is becoming less Emilio.

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Heads or tails

Marché to make peace with myself,

to beg the silence that does not scream,

to dance on the edge of an abyss

that begins and ends in this wager.

Trasnochador and perverse heart,

from night to dawn awake;

sleepwalking at the mercy of reason

was little some sand in the desert.

chess player, very quiet,

and know myself in the hands of fate,

a coin bet my soul

drinking large sips life and death.

and left cross. The die was cast:

lost everything and just won anything.

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Fool "? yes. Inoport "(1) ? in abundance.
Vani "(2) or? Not! "Cold? in winter. Is
(3) ado? just hear me in my tracks.
Is my faith? The (4) directions.

Ro "(5) jo words? I workaround.
"Full? of (6) mos. Me? my opponent.
"Shy? Ca (7) defendant. Sagittarius. Sober
(8) singing, but no cheating.

"(9) Sometimes I try? nine ran aground.
In love? Re (10) ! but in vain.
With reason (11) rter, "without it? horses.

do (12) swim? ever. "True? I remain silent.
But (13) segments and Quevedo:
am ter (14) hard fate.
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.

Fool "? yes. Inoport " a ? in abundance.

Vani " or two? Not! "Cold? in winter.

Is three ado? just hear me in my tracks.

My faith? the four cardinal points.

"Ro-jo five co words? I workaround.

Full "? of six mos. Me? my opponent.

"Shy? ca eté if convicted. Sagittarius. Sober

o. Cho singing, but no cheating.

Nine "Sometimes I try? nine ran aground.

In love? re ten ! but in vain.

How ng reason? Ce rter, "without it? horses.

twelve do swimming? ever. "True? I remain silent.
But ce tre segments and Quevedo:

ter ca am fourteen hard fate.

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me in key No you

your absence has left me wounded,
split into two halves, breathless, voiceless
in my throat and with no accent,
your absence has left me shaken. Disclaimer

against air rage, rage
hour and a lament, and blasphemous
insistent wind's fury
feel that you're gone. Back

If the head is a vacuum that has left
your picture in my days:
not feel anything ... just cold.

Only this huge cold
causing winter joys
exiled so far from the abyss of your mouth.

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11 M (in memoriam)


Two hundred red roses yesterday turned black in a day, two hundred
flames die down,
hundred streams of life.

This dark dark evening, broken hearts
invaded
drowns in sad lamentation,
an undeserved penalty.

Two hundred candles burning today, hundred lives
consumed,
and dreamed so many dreams where will
today?

million hands up,
and raining, and more rain,
and yet it was not rain, they were
very cold tears.

was silence in the air
and there are only heard the bells desolate

knew that anger.

And people in their silence
very
was said in a death not death itself
and beautiful in life. NO

A big, big
to terror and lies,
and yes, you, with all
to truth and life.

(11/03/2004)

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(so) (ne) (to )

(Sonnet monosyllables)
.
I do not know what I saw in you,
if it was the flower of your skin or the network
so cruel, so vile, that I get thirsty you
in the sea of \u200b\u200blight in which I saw.

is in the endless sea in which I
which fish towards you, without further ado,
which light is not ; see, if you go,
and I do not know what I saw in you, or who I am.

Maybe your face my god, my faith,
my light skin and voice that I know;
that gives me peace and no.

Perhaps because it was me who you,
more I do not know if I went or I went;
I know is that without you, I'm not me.

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Coming from the cold,

from far away,

I was hoping you

heat again.

snuggle next to me,

have my heat;

invent a world

between the two.

your side is beautiful

to silence

and dreaming of you

stops time.

Dream with calm winds,

dreams seas

your dreams scare

all evil.

The sea of \u200b\u200bmy arms

be your port;

navigate my side

that I am waiting.

Browse by me,

not be afraid,

I tame the waves

with snow and fire.

Arde my chest to see

tender and naked

my heart patient

has no doubts.

Your breasts are conjured

in my desires,

dispel fears

fears scare.

Kindle the fires,

stoke flames

become hurricanes

a breeze and calm.

two islands are thirsty

of my wrecks

and destroyed before them

all my boats.

swim in your sweet dreams,

came to your shores,

for when you wake

paint your dawn.

of red passion,

green hope:

the color of those eyes

that kill me.

I kill your eyes,

but not dying;

if I keep looking,

more I love you.

While slow, you travel

my back,

a tongue of fire

always burns me.

If I burn your kisses

you burn,

and embraced your body,

with you I turn it off.

your side is beautiful

to silence

and dreaming of you

stops time.

dreams calm winds,

dreams seas

your dreams scare

all evil.


(run of "Birth of your body on my lips" 2009/2010)

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(born your body on my lips. 2009/2010)

Emilio Gómez

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Spelling "Я тебя люблю" Sonetizando shipwrecks

(For Anna)

many times he told
" Я тебя люблю "
that when she picked
her dress, her shoes and purse,

and sailed into oblivion
he could not understand
that plaintive voice,
because he never learned
to spell in your language
(nor in his heart):
" ты мне нужен. "

Click on translator Russian / English (or see comments)

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(Sonnet white)

Tired and shipwrecks and other troubles,
of such wave parked on my side,

of siren songs impossible
to row on the counter on every corner.

so sick of all for nothing ...
replicates the flags of my verses,
botavaro romances with sonnets,
endechizo the bow from the mist,

winch a final elegy,
descuarteto the ropes of the sails,
course my high in the club of the damned,

declárome a riot against myself
and proclaim, perversely, to love
as an outlaw in all of my ties.

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My religion

Do not serve other keys on my temples

that take me into the hall

of your beauty.

Do not believe my senses in god

than that which comes from your lips

when you kiss.

my soul Do not commit any sin

shorten the sentence I

your galleys.

That does not hurt to me more pain cross

the distance between my bed

and your absences.

my religion never have another mystery

the taste of your breasts

a new breeze.

Do not take me in life ordeal

to commune with your nakedness

some ungodly.

not learn to pray more prayers

that starting in the swing

your hips.

And there is no more fire in hell

than that which burns every night

between your legs.

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Nobody expect me
grandiloquent verses

poems and turned on

talk of love;

anyone doubts;

anyone, dreams

anyone forget it.

What I write,

love

what I write

are pools of blood

a pariah heart

that without you I live.

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No one should expect from me I firmly believe that I died I hope you rot

I firmly believe that I dead

long ago

and that being writing this

is but a ghost,

a ghostly shadow without a body,

a bunch Wish

scattered by the wind.

I ocean wave, was deserted.

I naked song voice without echo.

wandered to the furthest of the heavens,

more beyond the last hell.

I flew without wings, far, far, far away ...

across boundaries of time,
where no end is beginning.

fell a thousand times, got the flight

and fell again as any dead.

To my own grave I recited some verses,

but nobody heard me, only silence

dug the earth with the force of my fingers

and there I found only a trickle

of blood, fire and forget;

blood of my blood, miss your kiss

and that heat without a flame that burns inside

arteries and bones.

imagined love you as I still love you

and woke up dreaming that death was a bed

tattooed with your name, your laughter and your body

and I to him I plunged in an eternal embrace,

enjoying the honey flow from your breasts;

but all was a dream, a dream,

and dreamed, awake,

that death was this:

imagine love you like I love you.

I ocean wave, was deserted.

naked song I and echo-free voice.

I was silent, just that.

Hush, hush, hush.

Since I told you that I love you,

just a fog of silence,

a cold and deadly winter

quenching, with your absence, in the light of these verses.

And still, my heart is still beating

slow slow, slow,

because dying more ... I can not.

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, unlucky!

A day
that this stupid heart,
that still beats
within my heart,
is turn around
and, stopping suddenly,
tell me, without any compassion
and looking in the eye
"So far we have come!"


and will then
when will have nothing to reproach
,
or perhaps
value armándome
be able to tell,
for the first time in life,
and amid a roar of laughter:
"I hope you rot, unlucky!".



For what I say does not happen in the last verse, years ago I became an organ donor, is precisely why I do not want to end up rotting away into nothingness, or perhaps turned into ashes just something so valuable it can save the lives of people who need it more than I did at that time.


leave the following link in case someone wants to express its willingness to donors asking the National Transplant Organization its "donor card."
www.ont.es / info / pages / TarjetadeDonante.aspx


is a private document that does not require anything, just to have it and notify their families so they know their will, that card is not registered in any organization or hospital, or any donor registry, or anything similar, and if someone wants to recant after obtaining just destroy it and notify their families.


According legislation are the families who have to authorize the donation of organs as much as life has said in the patient died (as seen, once dead and we have no right or even the use of kicking).

After writing this post, checking the Internet I see that under English law all are, in theory, donors, since it explains the law, unless reduced to writing and signed opposition to organ donation by patient's own, but here is the opposite of what the law says, that is, never remove organs unless the family gives permission.

law Link: http://noticias.juridicas.com/base_datos/Admin/l30-1979.html
Law 30/1979, of 27 October on extraction and transplantation organs.

Article 5.
1. The removal of organs or other anatomical parts may be dead after verification of death. When such verification is based on the availability of data of irreversibility of brain damage and, therefore, incompatible with life, the death certificate is signed by three doctors, among which shall include a neurologist or neurosurgeon and the head of service for the medical unit, or his substitute, none of these physicians may be part of the equipment to proceed with obtaining the body to perform the transplant.

2. The removal of organs or other anatomical parts may be dead for therapeutic or scientific purposes, in case they had not gone on record expressing its opposition.

3. Presumably healthy people who died in accidents or as a further consequence of this will be considered also as a donor, unless the deceased has expressed opposition. For these purposes must contain the authorization of the court at which the knowledge of the cause, which must be granted in those cases where no harvesting of organs would obstruct the investigation process to appear duly justified causes of death.

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Each (or the immortal kiss of Mother Earth)