Por Ernesto Hernández
Bajo los cielos de México, tan amplios y brillantes,
la vida bailaba en colores, de la mañana a la noche.
Calles empedradas besadas por el sol,
eco de risas de niños en su rol.
Tag Archive: Poem
FALL
By Irlanda Ruiz-Aguirre Today, the leaves along the path are tinged with yellow, orange, and burgundy; they transform and grow more beautiful in a shy yet solemn way. Autumn makes its entrance, showing itself off without restraint—both in the afternoon and the morning, in the city, on the plains, and in the mountains. A new season arrives, and withjoy... Continue reading “AUTUMN”
Short poems
Since poetry is everywhere, it is the perfect way to give, receive, and inspire love.
OF STREETS AND WAITING
By José G. Vázquez
Of streets that end where the night begins,
of waiting, which the very act of waiting makes seem eternal,
those are the days that stretch into months
and with that look
FIVE FAKE SUNDAY HAIKUS: A PRELUDE TO SUMMER
(1)
Al despertar(me)
todo el silencio del mundo
a mis pies descalzos.
(2)
Los árboles casi
impúdicos posan sus brazos
sobre hombros ajenos.
AUSENTE[S]
Los llamamos ausentes porque nos duele pronunciar sus nombres.
Los sabemos lejanos porque han desocupado los espacios
comunes y deshojado nuestra piel, mostrando la carne viva
engendrada por aquellos que una vez nos ayudaron a caminar.