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| One picture a day/Una foto al día para Iván. 5.2017 |
Las sombras según la época son bienvenidas.
Deleite para jugar, bailar con la luz.
Transparencias en la cola...Si tocas se mueve.
(Herida abierta)
A contraluz. Muralla de contención.
Han pasado cuatro meses. Primera
estación.
Los regalos llegan por ventanas digitales,
desde Rumanía
hoy,
Bélgica el miércoles.
Bélgica el miércoles.
Y a la noche, a la noche...
¡Fuegos
artificiales!
Danzando diferentes sensibilidades.
Sólo tardé una canción
en llegar.
Me tocó la pasión.
Ayer en sueños volví a pasear
por Jökulsárlón.
Hoy con luna Wesak,
Armagedón.
Armagedón.
Pisando una alfombra de
flores lilas.
Life is beautiful, reset!
Me despertó la lluvia.
Necesitaba mar.
Se
entienden entre sí los dialectos.
Hoy esquivo el verso.
Quién viene
de una guerra,
le basta con la paz.
le basta con la paz.
(Al menos para empezar)
Reír hasta
doler.
Llorar hasta dormir.
Curiosidad y regocijo por los misterios del camino.
Espacio vacío.
Estar.
Arpa en penumbra.
Quince con la alarma.
Brindemos con Tequila.
Luz verde de madrugada.
La vuelta fue con ópera.
Aún huele a naranjas.
Escuchar las hojas al viento
Wild life.
¿Viste la luna cojear?
El ombligo, origen.
Estar en tu ser.
-.-
Shadows according to the season are welcome.
Delight to play, dance with the light.
Transparencies in the tail ... If you touch it moves.
(The open wound)
Backlight. Containment wall.
Four months have passed. First station.
Gifts come through digital windows,
From Romania today,
Belgium on Wednesday.
And at night, at night ...
Fireworks!
Dancing different sensibilities.
It only took a song to arrive.
Passion touched me.
Yesterday in my dreams, I went back to Jökulsárlón.
Today with moon Wesak,
Armageddon.
Treading a carpet of lilac flowers.
Life is beautiful, reset!
The rain woke me up.
I needed sea.
Dialects are understood.
Today I dodge the verse.
Who comes from a war,
is enough for peace.
(At least to begin with)
Laugh until it hurts.
Cry till sleep.
Curiosity and rejoicing at the mysteries of the path.
Empty space.
To be.
Harp in twilight.
Fifteen with the alarm.
Toast with Tequila.
Green light at late night.
The return was with opera.
It still smells like oranges.
Listen to the leaves in the wind
Wild life.
Did you see the moon limping?
Shadows according to the season are welcome.
Delight to play, dance with the light.
Transparencies in the tail ... If you touch it moves.
(The open wound)
Backlight. Containment wall.
Four months have passed. First station.
Gifts come through digital windows,
From Romania today,
Belgium on Wednesday.
And at night, at night ...
Fireworks!
Dancing different sensibilities.
It only took a song to arrive.
Passion touched me.
Yesterday in my dreams, I went back to Jökulsárlón.
Today with moon Wesak,
Armageddon.
Treading a carpet of lilac flowers.
Life is beautiful, reset!
The rain woke me up.
I needed sea.
Dialects are understood.
Today I dodge the verse.
Who comes from a war,
is enough for peace.
(At least to begin with)
Laugh until it hurts.
Cry till sleep.
Curiosity and rejoicing at the mysteries of the path.
Empty space.
To be.
Harp in twilight.
Fifteen with the alarm.
Toast with Tequila.
Green light at late night.
The return was with opera.
It still smells like oranges.
Listen to the leaves in the wind
Wild life.
Did you see the moon limping?
The navel, origin.
Be in your being.
(E Iván duerme en tránsito. And Iván sleeps in transit)
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