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Seifiro
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English account of @Seifiro poetry and more can be found here.
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2018-02-08 23:20
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"The birds that becomes cages" (poem) by @seifiro
Source Pixabay: Laura, There is a solemn silence in your words, When your curious girl's face lands in front of mine, and with your eyes in front of my eyes, and your still closed lips do not say a single
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"Shy peach" (poem) by @seifiro
Source For the thorns, there is a garden. For a garden, there is an ocean of clouds above. And for a woman there was a rose whose had pricked her, and from her veins came blood. She was placed under a
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"The edge" (poem by @Seifiro)
Today makes "tic-toc", and its edge becomes increasingly threatening; can cut your neck or force you to jump into tomorrow. It's almost tomorrow and I'm still walking by the increasingly narrow
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"Burning cables" (Micro SCFI) by @Seifiro
Camus woke up and looked out the window at a cloudless blue sky in which a cruise ship sailed from some satellite. He prepared a cup of coffee. Then he left his house. The scent of the flowers made him
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"The cherry tree" (by @Seifiro)
I miss those days in which sat on a bench under a cherry tree and bathed with its flowers while melted with its perfume. It was like this throughout the spring. — The pink velvet under my feet, the tree
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"The poem" (by @seifiro)
The poem I do not carry it in my blood, not in the ink. I do not carry it in the word, I do not transport it to paper. The poem is carried by the poet, and it's makes great his death
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"The distances" (poem by @Seifiro)
The distances between one celestial point to the other are jewels that crown to the chosen stars. They make such a perfect solitude marked with the solemnity of their own silences.
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"The poem" (poetry by @Seifiro)
The poem I do not carry it in my blood, not in the ink. I do not carry it in the word, I do not transport it to paper. The poem is carried by the poet, and it's makes great his death.
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La palabra del día (1): anfitrión
No es un sustantivo a la que solemos adornar con connotaciones que brillen en lo indecoroso. Incluso dársela sería padecer de orfandad de raciocinio. Cuando pensamos en un anfitrión o anfitriona
