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Acuna your dreams ...



Recently I've been reading a paper on policing against Gender Violence by Lt. Col AN Marchal Escalona, \u200b\u200bHead of the School of Specialization of the Guardia Civil , where his message is clear: always the victim. I like him a member of the Guardia Civil, I always like to carry that message ... it's so simple and so difficult. Indeed often we forget to look back ... I have attended some of their classes and it really is possible to navigate even without wind. A luxury teachings and messages. This

poem started with the intention to highlight what happens when you close the doors of some houses, do not know, but I'm content if their silences are capable of cradling their dreams .... Really exist!

His name is wind and silences ... as I like to look when you sleep .... For her, thank you for your strength, love and joy. Acuna

your dreams ... when the doors

remove their shoes and burn the stubble of the punishment,
when silence conferences
rub the cadences of waiting
and melt from every corner,
silent as the fog rain
as the fog fills the cascade


Acuna your dreams ... when you count the strokes and kisses
and you paint the waves without the beaches,
when crates are rented month
bottles flying tears and jumping
enter the rocks, as the cascade
saw the flowers, like flowers
strip names.


Acuna your dreams ... when there is no light in the corners
and feel the pixie of travel, when to sleep
sleepless dreams
you dress with the frosts of life, and flights to Salt
like sins
as the scaffolding of the letters, the letters
as they say love.

Acuna your dreams ... when silence
push the needle and stop
hourglasses,
when to silence the voices of your silence
get dressed with sheets of salt and wind,
and sow your footsteps in the sea, as
love letters,
as love always comes.

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Come, here are born every sound ...


Sorry I neglected for a few months the web but the reality of work and other imponderables has forced me to focus for a few weeks in another direction . I remember being in an article in which Mr. Burroughs said that many women do not take a step forward by mistrust on support they will receive, for fear of not receiving the solidarity of those around you. That message that nothing suspicious postman shows the real reality. That is the truth buried invisible we still have not managed to unearth. We say look, we ask them to give voice to their silence, that his life is noisy, so tell them they can unzip their life and fly through the air that pushes the vane. We say ...


Come here
born every noise and grab the stair treads
to those windows where only one enters,
where only sadness
swaying but where we hope you come,
wide open the wire
veils and wring the cars to lull your dreams, those who dress
where fairies naked
dissipating in the gaps of your holes

Come here forget the dust from the chipping
are tied raindrops when sparks
and not limed the echoes of meadow flowers,
forget and remember the walls of thorns
but here the sun tile stained
and no spaces are filled up with anchors of mint,
yes, we know guns that kill the soles
yes, we know that the waves can have a
but your silence you hear
time auctions and where they are always so far
see, speech and unveil escurrete when the petals, the flowers
irrigation water
off your shoes after walking over puddles,
see, you'll be the princess of the alleyways of the apprentice
cloth kites waiting for the wind ,
see, talk and look at with the light on really
where salty tides
saved and not put syllables of land to sirens

Come, do not cross your hands when they enter the shadows,
see, that flooding glass and shoots his touch
ls rains, moons and dawns
fade and soak up the nakedness of thirst,
see phrases tell the fog that slides
tell ... now want to unbutton your life
and fly through the air that pushes the vane. © www.quieroayudarte.com

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sometimes ...
as an evening that does not return err
weather vanes and the soles broken

walk as children stepping puddles.

sometimes ...
flourishes
sad dreams a life that gallop like
at the tips of the branches,
away from the chessboard
and wait in the waiting
wait to forget.

sometimes ... Heaven only
unshingled
and rounded corners on the sheets, like transient dreams


wounds and reaping Foam-print books.

sometimes ...
words hurt the flowers, their silences
inseparable contradictions

roads and mirrors those fleeting days.

sometimes ...
must unzip the streets,
blow dry tree leaves and the days
leak and its sorrows, sadness
as moles,
until flow in the drains. © www.quieroayudarte.com