Escribir
written by: Carmen Frech Oliveri
Vamos a escribir.
A desmigajar
el alma.
Escribir,
para suspender
la insolente
sangre.
Sobre llagas,
letras.
Repararme.
Porque somos poetas,
porque lo nuestro es una grieta
en la base
de la tierra misma.
Vamos a escribir,
a suspender
la insolente
sangre.
“My soul was a naked bird, over the trees, it smiled in silence.”
I am happy to rejoin the world of poetry, after so many years of silence. We all know that a little bit of ourselves lives and breathes in every single written word. Thank you kindly for reading.
I am happy to rejoin the world of poetry, after so many years of silence. We all know that a little bit of ourselves lives and breathes in every single written word. Thank you kindly for reading.
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