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Milza Lopez
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in Santiago, Chile
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Member Since
April 2016
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#POE
I saw Poe hanging from a building,
his feet were like falling raindrops.
It happens that the time was smashing his hand
but Poe resisted and rooted his nails
to the top of lethal skyscrapers
that the big corporations built.
Time over time became into a villain
and begot plastic crows
from a oil lacoon.
The words sank down
in the great black hole
and the condensed lies where signed by a fake Buddha
on the wall Read more of this blog post »
his feet were like falling raindrops.
It happens that the time was smashing his hand
but Poe resisted and rooted his nails
to the top of lethal skyscrapers
that the big corporations built.
Time over time became into a villain
and begot plastic crows
from a oil lacoon.
The words sank down
in the great black hole
and the condensed lies where signed by a fake Buddha
on the wall Read more of this blog post »
“Mira mis ojos,
intérnate en el terror,
en los silencios vagabundos.”
― Heaven: A poetry travel to darkness, pain and light
intérnate en el terror,
en los silencios vagabundos.”
― Heaven: A poetry travel to darkness, pain and light
“Incluso si este rapto nos llevara al cielo, los dioses tendrían tu voz, las nubes tendrían la textura de tus ojos y los guardianes de la exósfera nos mantendrían atrapadas en el andén. Incluso si llegamos a otros planetas la gravedad nos recordaría el peso de tu olvido”
― El Cielo
― El Cielo
“Mira mis ojos,
intérnate en el terror,
en los silencios vagabundos.”
― Heaven: A poetry travel to darkness, pain and light
intérnate en el terror,
en los silencios vagabundos.”
― Heaven: A poetry travel to darkness, pain and light
“Es una larga historia de perezas,
días sin pan y noches sin guarida.
Hay aglomeraciones de tristezas
en sus ojos vidriosos y sin vida.”
― Alma chilena
días sin pan y noches sin guarida.
Hay aglomeraciones de tristezas
en sus ojos vidriosos y sin vida.”
― Alma chilena
“Todo calla, todo calla...
Sólo desde el mar, del dique
llega un resplandor de hornalla
y redobla la metralla
del martillo junto al dique”
― Alma chilena
Sólo desde el mar, del dique
llega un resplandor de hornalla
y redobla la metralla
del martillo junto al dique”
― Alma chilena
