Monday, May 9, 2011

Monica Rocaforte 2011



Sunday, May 8, 2011

Pregnate Dating Games

(.../...) 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)

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Bourne Ultimatum Monoscope

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!