poesia universal y+

"El poeta es un fingidor. Finge tan completamente que hasta finge que es dolor el dolor que de veras siente. Y los que leen lo que escribe en el dolor leído siente bien, no los dos que él tuvo mas sólo el que ellos no tienen. Y así en los rieles gira, entreteniendo la razón, ese tren de cuerda que se llama el corazón". (Fernando Pessoa)

viernes, 18 de mayo de 2007

Rompieron atavíos
la vieja compostura.
Mirándose a los ojos
se amaron.

1 comentarios:

joshua ha dicho...: It's so nice for me to have found this blog of yours, it's so interesting. I sure hope and wish that you take courage enough to pay me a visit in my PALAVROSSAVRVS REX!, and plus get some surprise. My blog is also so cool!

Feel free off course to comment as you wish and remember: don't take it wrong, don't think that this visitation I make was a matter of more audiences for my own blogg. No. It's a matter of making universal, realy universal, all this question of bloggs.

I think it's to UNITE MANKIND! Don't see language as an obstacle. That's not the point. Open your heart and come along!!!!!; 31 de mayo de 2007, 13:11

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