"duran" poems
I'm like a song in a clef-less world.
My symphony of blood and tears
have stained my skin of many years.
Duran, Depeche have carried me through
until that day when I meet you,
but don't be long because I need
my happy sunshine song.
Poetry by Kaydee.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
Que voluntad tiene el humano
De cambiar su alrededor
Como se puede crear algo
Que ayude a cambiar al mundo
Algún mensaje que difundo
Que se trate de lo que sea
Basado en lo que esta afuera
O lo que pasa por mis venas
Porque no todos sienten
No todos son honestos
Ignoran al pasado
Y no corrigen sus errores
El pasado no perdona
Los sentimientos agobian
Y las cosas que pasan
Las convierto en historias
Es mi hobbie favorito
Me desahogo sin piedad
Escribir es la única opción
Para calmar esta ansiedad
Que en oportunidades surge
Y honestamente no la espero
Pero me da creatividad
Para hacer con las palabras lo que quiero
Plasmar en un lienzo
De una manera u otra
Todo lo que pienso
Y nadie puede estar en mi contra
Después de este proceso
Entro en neutralidad
Todo el amor u odio a algo
Fue expulsado con inteligencia
Y en cuenta se debe tomar
Porque es mucho mejor
Hacer rimas sin parar
Que dañar algo por rabia temporal
La importancia de la palabra
Es mayor que el de las balas
Menor que los hechos
Pero están relacionadas
Te pueden asustar
Enojar
Destruir
Humillar
Alegrar
Hacer recordar
Y sobre todo, enamorar
Porque es tal el poder de la palabra
Que cambia a la gente
Pueden quedarse en la historia
Y duran para siempre
Asi que si el propósito del humano
Es cambiar al mundo
Dale uso poético a tu vida
Y crea un efecto único y clásico
La reflexión.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
Gratitud y amor: eso es lo que siento.// Gratitud and love: that's what I feel.
Las palabras no duran, // words don't last,
pero quiero que recuerdes esto: // but I want you to remember this:
Fueron tu fuerza y tu ayuda // It was your strength and your help
los que me hicieron ser quien soy // the ones that made me who I am
y son tu querer y tu apoyo // and it is your loving and support
los que me llevarán a donde voy. // the ones that'll take me where I'm going.
En mi vida tengo metas importantes, //In my life I've got important goals,
pero ninguna tan relevante, // but none of them as relevant,
como que mis logros sean siempre tuyos // as making my accomplishments yours
y ver en tus ojos siempre orgullo. // and always seeing pride in your eyes
Hacer que tu pecho se hinche // make your chest swell
cuando me llames “tu hijo” // every time you call me "your son"
y que sepas que cuando ríes // and that you know that when you laugh
yo me alegro contigo. // I rejoice with you
Esté donde esté, // wherever I am,
y estés donde estés, // and wherever you are,
siempre serás mi papá, mi amigo, // you'll always be my dad, my friend,
el mejor que pude haber pedido. // the best one I could have asked for.
El día que me muera, sabré que he vivido // The day I die, I'll know I've lived
si viví mi vida tratando de ser // if I lived my life trying to be
el increíble hombre que tu has sido. // the incredible man you've been
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 9:50 PM UTC
.*thank god the English girls were into Pakistani boys... i'm literally off the hook... not that i was expecting to bang one of their hoards of spending outside a male sensibility of earning money... thank god i can double up with not being circumcised.... phew... uninhibited listening sessions to early Madonna, like some Duran Duran fetish... make-over death-metal... bass, man, the bass! the 80s snared the mark... woah woe... oh woah... so is there something to be bothered about? no? wh'aaah don't you use it... wh'ah'ah'ah'ah'ah... this is the part where i pretend to give a **** right? so i basically get to **** an oyster or a chattering clam? which one is which one is where i get reminded that i originate from eastern Europe, whereby eastern, Europe, is around the Urals, knee deep in **** in Russia? Copernican antithesis or something?! oh, don't let me down... i'm trying to get into the groove... you have your commonwealth fetish party, i'm the damaged goods guy... i'm the guy who'd make a great dog-leash companion but a ****** father.... well... don't know about a father, more like a ****** boyfriend... thank **** i'm not the sort to mind myself as: the desired goods; it's like... holiday... for 71 years; give or take; **** if i was the person, deluded, about fulfilling the role of a partner... no... that was never going to work... i'm out... the end... a big NO NO... i'm ******* listening to Duran Duran... if i had a girlfriend, she'd be in her late 40s for fuck's sake!*
not a lot of birch trees in western
europe, eh?
plenty of oak filled forests...
not many pine tree forests?
sure...
east meets west;
back east an oak tree
was... UNESCO...
western Europe...
not so many pines...
are there?
don't lie... i know there
aren't...
and there aren't as many
marshlands...
with marsh reeds....
in western Europe...
the air is variant in terms of
the perfumery...
but sure as ****
a lack of birch treets...
and certainly the oak
overcomes the pine tree
in terms of counted density.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
It’s 1:30am and we were at a cute little dance club in Dublin called “The Sugar Club.” It’s a converted movie theater with tables in stadium seating rows. That night was Salsa themed, and the regulars were stylin’ - the men dressed in white Havana or Colima, Italian Linen and women in bright salsa dresses.
The DJ was mixing a gr8 groove - with music from Bassia, Brazilian Girls, Kate the Cat, with some ElectroSwing thrown in from Tape Five, Pink Martini and Doja Cat (Yes, I asked the DJ for his playlist). The tiny, darkly-disco-sparkling dance floor was crowded and refrigerator cold.
We had a good time. Irish guys are funny and unpredictable, they’ll say practically anything, “Shall I buy you a drink, or do you just want the money?” and those brogues make everything they say spankin’ hot.
We all danced a few times, but Sunny’s a gwyn who never seemed to tire. Guys kept asking her to dance and she seemed happy to oblige - I would have collapsed already.
There was a dead-fit guy, Rían, throwing a strong Chris Evans vibe, who seemed completely smitten with Sunny. He seemed a real dean but he didn’t 404 that Sunny’s femme-facing and that he might as well be offering lettuce to a shark.
We’d discussed the possibility that things might come up and decided to avoid delicate public acts of disclosure (Sunny’s gay, Leong’s a communist, etc..) - we’re trespassing different cultures on this trip, after all.
We explained to Rían that we were students, just in town for the Duran Duran concert, and consoled him with a couple of “Black & Golds” (Kahlua, whiskey and orange bitters) - he was a LOT of fun to talk to.
The bartender asked me if I was one of the colleens with “Margot Robbie” - he was referring to Lisa - which Anna found amusing - but I think Lisa’s way phater than Margot.
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 3:32 PM UTC
Secretly?Tall=Tower-fee lucky
777 "I'm Free"-Flowery + $$$
Being Oz-wizardly
Toto lucky bite red slipper
((Cowardly)) Lionly
-Whoa__ She got that Geisha Irony
This is Tokyo
Not the flower shop of Soho
(( Japan Chefs Black Panthers))
Shout box____
Unique flowers of
faces-gather
Too outfox____
One Geisha Flowery room
Twilight-places lightly bloom
Overpowering
Sunflower showering
Going nowhere
Her body heat
Is always
somewhere
Over flowered the rainbow
magic women
romantically spritz and spray
Love me love me not
I am waiting today
Flowered over one
Man?
Her Fortune-beds
The Geishas fine ink
Never pink
The best time to arrive
See her lucky red
((Geisha Flowery))
* * * *
Happy go lucky
Not the back rub
The gift of gab
Time feast Rolex
her index finger
Webs of flower cut
Debs
Was the cover-up
The best of the last
defeat of her
She Petals faster
The zipper-movie cut
Go zip
Irish spring shower
Boysenberry, Cherry, Power
Geisha dance flowery-trick
The vanilla-bean sky quick
The yogurt Greece fly
Her tablecloths
He finger
points cactus sharp points
The climate tells the
clues can you handle tricks
Crazzzzy____
glue
Softly silk skirt steak
Missed a few buds
((Geisha Flowery funds))
Tantalizing tiara pull
Off gave it to the
flower girl china doll
The music
Black Magic
women
Her sheer blouse
loosely fit his fancy
Playing Santana
Sitting with her
tea tiger lily
Felt so lonely
The champagne
half-heartedly
The whole Monet
Chandon
shirts
of Gucci
She's perked me
up Pucci *******
coo
Danger me dandelions
The next recruit
black rose pin
pursuit hungry like
wolf
Duran Duran
The discovery of
custard flan
The Geisha flowery
New York State
Who snitched out
her spouse
Flowers divinity Godly lands
I gotcha
Right in the palm
of my hands
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
No te prometo un para siempre, no te voy a mentir con eso
Queremos infinitos para una vida que desgasta
Soñamos con amores eternos que al final nos duran solo años
Amores que no acaben en rutina, divorcio u homicidio.
Creo que nadie puede prometerte un para siempre
Al menos no como el de la ficción
Por eso hoy te prometo no ser tu último amor
Ni el más intenso, mucho menos el más apuesto
Hoy te prometo amarte platónicamente
Incluso si en veinte años estas durmiendo con otro hombre en Madrid
Mientras yo paseo por Caracas.
Prometo amar tu alma que es eterna a donde quiera que se vaya
Y donde quiera que la mía este; y por ultimo
No te prometo amor de una noche pero tampoco uno que limite.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
a girl ends up saying:
'oh god, i miss my blonde hair',
a boy?
'oh god i miss Duran Duran.'
*meeting you... with a view to a ****
i want to stay up all night drinking
warm whiskey reminiscent of the
1980s;
honesty, just today a "nice Jewish boy"
with vanilla *** while
she got all the kinks out with
******* S & M to knock a few budgies
about in her leather knickers...
nice Jewish boy goes home vanilla intact;
i end up calling up the fire brigade
even though i should be calling Freud the popsicle
joystick friendly St. Paul, an ice-cream vendor
akin to Rasputin;
i know, comedians made fortunes from what
poets failed to compute, namely punctuation;
Eddie Izzard is a colon for each comma:
like zui quan - no, no, wait... there's more!
and it's worth an ingredients list of said hopes for
sat on **** forking the blob bits concerning argument
about ******* girth salt and pepper
on sausages! my excuse? the *carry
on* movies and zui quan meaning drunk boxing...
i.e. you pretend to be a tarantula that bit itself
by accident and pretended to be disorientated
but in fact focused like Hemingway on narration
after a cocktail of death in the afternoon
(absinthe mixed with champagne)...
but did i tell you that pine is almost like anise?
rub it into your hands after ******* in an alley
and it becomes the nearest approximate of anise.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
It was a typical Thursday and our next class was bio. Ms. Duran (our teacher) gave everyone an assignment to do; she said we can do it in groups. I was talking to my friend Lea when all of a sudden RJ calls me. I turn around and respond by “what?” he makes the hand gestures of me and him being in groups together. I was like “ok.” Then that’s when Ms. Duran says we can only be in a group full of 3. So I and RJ put my Andrew (my best friend) in the group. We get in the groups and wait for instructions. While waiting me, RJ, and Andrew talk. RJ brings up the time me and him went to the mall (our first date). We goof off with each other and he holds my hand. He says “we should do that again.” When it’s time to work, Andrew gets the computer. I and RJ are waiting. While waiting RJ says, “You know I was you out again right?” little o’l me didn’t know that. He says “So you wana go back out again?” and of course I say “yes.” Andrew comes back with the computer and starts working. Yes of course me and RJ are holding hands and doing cute stuff. Then Andrew asks me if I and RJ are going back out. We said “Andrew where were you at the time? Lol” RJ: “He was getting the computer remember? He didn’t see it lol.” And so yea we tell him that we’re dating. My friend Diana comes to chill with us while we’re working. I and RJ were sitting on the desks while Andrew was on the computer. The whole time I and RJ are holding hands and she doesn’t even know. RJ asks Diana what’s the date, she replies “The 6th.” The purple pen that RJ took from me, he writes our date (6-6-13) on my and his hand while we’re holding hands. After like 5 minutes passes Diana finally asks “Are you two dating again?” I and RJ look at each other like “Oh wow Diana.” RJ replies, “You didn’t see us holding hands? The date on our hands?” She wasn’t paying attention. We were very obvious. Then the table in front of us was Pattie, Odayls, Aareano, and Justin. Pattie with her annoying self asks if we’re dating, “Yes” we reply. She was trying to make fun of us as usual. We get back to our work. After being cute and not working, times up. That’s when we all talk and my big mouth slips. I accidently tell RJ that my friend is dating his friend. RJ goes spastic and starts laughing and stuff. He didn’t know because his friend didn’t tell him. After that he calms down. He couldn’t believe my friend was dating his friend. Later, Ms. Duran wanted us to put our computers away. She sees RJ not doing anything so she puts him in charge of bringin the computers back to the owner. Everyone starts to pack up and go. He comes back. After that he walks me to my next class (Algebra). We head out the door and RJ sees his friend that’s dating my friend, he says “we have A LOT to talk about my friend” I leave them to talk. Then that’s when RJ calls my name, I stop walking. He says “You didn’t wait for me” I was like, “Yes I was” RJ: “Yea that’s waiting, ok.” We hold hands walking down to my next class. I finally get to my class and go in my locker to get my calculator. Then RJ has to leave, so we hug, he kisses me, then leaves to his class. After this day all the rest of the days were the best. Later and later people knew we were dating, even the teachers. People think it’s cute. Ever since that day, I never regretted anything. This wasn’t our first time dating but I think it’s better than last time (maybe lol). From 4-1-13 to 6-6-13 (:
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
The speed of life, faster than light
The sorrow of life, darker than night
The way of life, sinning in his sight
The fate of life, will it be wrong or right?
Death gets our attention because the human race lives under Damocles Sword; we know it is there but we are able to summon an inhuman level of denial about our mortality. It will always be a shock when someone dies; always to somebody. Then we move on and return to our world of delusion, chasing the fountain of youth.
In the case of Prince, it is the life he led that makes us notice his death that much more; to lose such a rare gift of creativity and true genius reminds us not only of what we had but of what we lost. We now see how he lived and contrast it with our own lives; and we realize there is so much a human being can do.
There are many others who are alive and walking among us. If you wish to honor them as if they just passed away then you have that opportunity but love is never greater than in the moment of loss. It is the human condition to not know what you have until it's gone. Tell someone you love them right now; do it for them, do it for you; do it for all of us.
I love you
And tonight I will be going alone to see Duran Duran and I'm going to enjoy them for the great times of the past and how this world still has joy in music; I'm going to receive it and hopefully pass it forward....
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
Un albañil quería... No le faltaba aliento.
Un albañil quería, piedra tras piedra, muro
tras muro, levantar una imagen al viento
desencadenador en el futuro.
Quería un edificio capaz de lo más leve.
No le faltaba aliento. ¡Cuánto aquel ser quería!
Piedras de plumas, muros de pájaros los mueve
una imaginación al mediodía.
Reía. Trabajaba. Cantaba. De sus brazos,
con un poder más alto que el ala de los truenos
iban brotando muros lo mismo que aletazos.
Pero los aletazos duran menos.
Al fin, era la piedra su agente. Y la montaña
tiene valor de vuelo si es totalmente activa.
Piedra por piedra es peso y hunde cuanto acompaña
aunque esto sea un mundo de ansia viva.
Un albañil quería... Pero la piedra cobra
su torva densidad brutal en un momento.
Aquel hombre labraba su cárcel. Y en su obra
fueron precipitados él y el viento.
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it's a very famous question,
based around the 1960s, england:
the beatles? or the rolling stones?
cliché... i know
well... there's a james bond analogy
to match up to the question...
roger moore or sean connerry?
the answer is simple...
roger had a duran duran soundtrack;
i'd pick the ginger... any time of day,
or night...
just like i'd pick louis tomlinson
over harry styles;
(insert a snigger): roger... roger... ha ha!
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
Hubierais visto llorar a las yedras cuando el agua más triste se pasó toda una noche velando a un yelmo ya sin alma,
a un yelmo moribundo sobre una rosa nacida en el vaho que duerme los espejos de los castillos
a esa hora en que los nardos más secos se acuerdan de su vida al ver que las violetas difuntas abandonan sus cajas
y los laúdes se ahogan por arrollarse a sí mismos.
Es verdad que los fosos inventaron el sueño y los fantasmas.
Yo no sé lo que mira en las almenas esa inmóvil armarnadura vacía.
¿Cómo hay luces que decretan tan pronto la agonía de las espadas
si piensan en que un lirio es vigilado por hojas que duran mucho más tiempo?
Vivir poco y llorando es el sino de la nieve que equivoca su ruta.
En el sur siempre es cortada casi en flor el ave fría.
619
Hay personas que llegan a nuestras vidas y duran ciertas etapas para que de ellas obtengamos cosas tanto positivas, como negativas. Cuando esa etapa culmina, simplemente hay que quedarse con los buenos recuerdos, con las lecciones aprendidas durante ese lapso de tiempo y esas que comienzan después de su partida.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
Es una enorme piedra negra, más dura que las otras, caliente. Parece una madriguera de rayos. Tumbó varios árboles y sacudió la tierra. Es de ésas que hemos visto caer de lejos, iluminadas. Se desprenden del cielo como las naranjas maduras y son veloces y duran más en los ojos que en el aire. Todavía tiene el color frío del cielo y está raspada, ardiendo.
-Me gusta verlas caer tan rápidas, más rápidas que los pájaros que tiras. Allá arriba ha de haber un lugar donde mueren y de donde caen. Algunas han de estar cayendo siempre. Parece que se van muy lejos ¿a dónde?
Esta vino aquí pero la llevaré a otro sitio. La voy a echar rodando hasta los bambúes, los va a hacer tronar. Quiero que se enfríe para abrirla.
-¡Abrirla! ¿Qué tal si sale una bandada de estrellas, si se nos van? Han de salir con ruido, como las codornices.
603
Hexaedros de madera y de vidrio
apenas más grandes que una caja de zapatos.
En ellos caben la noche y sus lámparas.
Monumentos a cada momento
hechos con los desechos de cada momento:
jaulas de infinito.
Canicas, botones, dedales, dados,
alfileres, timbres, cuentas de vidrio:
cuentos del tiempo.
Memoria teje y destejo los ecos:
en las cuatro esquinas de la caja
juegan al aleleví damas sin sombra.
El fuego enterrado en el espejo,
el agua dormida en el ágata:
solos de Jenny Lind y Jenny Colon.
"Hay que hacer un cuadro", dijo Degas,
"como se comete un crimen". Pero tú construiste
cajas donde las cosas se aligeran de sus nombres.
Slot machine de visiones,
vaso de encuentro de las reminiscencias,
hotel de grillos y de constelaciones.
Fragmentos mínimos, incoherentes:
al revés de la Historia, creadora de ruinas,
tú hiciste con tus ruinas creaciones.
Teatro de los espíritus:
los objetos juegan al aro
con las leyes de la identidad.
Grand Hotel Couronne: en una redoma
el tres de tréboles y, toda ojos,
Almendrita en los jardines de un reflejo.
Un peine es un harpa
pulsada por la mirada de una niña
muda de nacimiento.
El reflector del ojo mental
disipa et espectáculo:
dios solitario sobre un mundo extinto.
Las apariciones son patentes.
Sus cuerpos pesan menos que la luz.
Duran lo que dura esta frase.
Joseph Cornell: en et interior de tus cajas
mis palabras se volvieron visibles un instante.
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The extra,
Understudy,
Alternate.
I’m the topics not covered in health class,
The friend you only talk to once you’ve run out of options.
The opener for Duran Duran,
The new moon not seen,
The sexuality deemed “fake”,
That feeling you know but can’t name,
The secret you’re forced to keep hidden,
The rock in a sea of people terrified of change.
But Change is what you do,
And leave me,
Your sickbed shirts,
In a crate.
Me,
Your wooden pipe,
In the trash can.
You terrorist.
You Ziggy Stardust,
Landing on this rocky planet
Only long enough to make a mark,
And then changing,
Leaving me counting on the 3 hands I used to carry your baggage,
The number of things I did wrong.
If you were human,
I’d be a dog.
You’re the ocean.
I’m rock.
I’m the extra,
Understudy,
Alternate,
Unspeakable,
Acquaintance,
Lone wolf,
Phased rock,
Fake,
Forgotten,
Desperate,
Unchangeable,
Other.
“But that’s okay.
You’ll change.
It’s just a phase”
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
solsticio de invierno
las noches duran más
el frío
cuela en tus huesos
como las corrientes
bajo un río gélido
tus pensares
como cadenas
te halan hacia abajo
incesantes
aprende a hacer aliado
de tu peor enemigo
incandescente
fuego insistente
lucha por derretir tus ideas
pero no tiene oxígeno ni combustible
que lo avive
intento yo
ser el viento que avive el incendio forestal
mis pulmones llenos ya de humo
lo hacen difícil
nunca me rendiré
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Nadie es la patria. Ni siquiera el jinete
que, alto en el alba de una plaza desierta,
rige un corcel de bronce por el tiempo,
ni los otros que miran desde el mármol,
ni los que prodigaron su bélica ceniza
por los campos de América
o dejaron un verso o una hazaña
o la memoria de una vida cabal
en el justo ejercicio de los días.
Nadie es la patria. Ni siquiera los símbolos.
Nadie es la patria. Ni siquiera el tiempo
cargado de batallas, de espadas y de éxodos
y de la lenta población de regiones
que lindan con la aurora y el ocaso,
y de rostros que van envejeciendo
en los espejos que se empañan
y de sufridas agonías anónimas
que duran hasta el alba
y de la telaraña de la lluvia
sobre negros jardines.
La patria, amigos, es un acto perpetuo
como el perpetuo mundo. (Si el Eterno
Espectador dejara de soñarnos
un solo instante, nos fulminaría,
blanco y brusco relámpago, Su olvido.)
Nadie es la patria, pero todos debemos
ser dignos del antiguo juramento
que prestaron aquellos caballeros
de ser lo que ignoraban, argentinos,
de ser lo que serían por el hecho
de haber jurado en esa vieja casa.
Somos el porvenir de esos varones,
la justificación de aquellos muertos;
nuestro deber es la gloriosa carga
que a nuestra sombra legan esas sombras
que debemos salvar.
Nadie es la patria, pero todos lo somos.
Arda en mi pecho y en el vuestro, incesante,
ese límpido fuego misterioso.
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Create a playlist of your favourite soothing numbers.Dim the lights of your room.Lie down on the bed.Close your eyes.Blank your mind.Forget about the day.Put your earphones on and start listening to the music.Slowly take it all in.As the music takes over your mind,body and soul...bit by bit,layer by layer,song by song...you will have completely surrendered yourself to this powerful hypnotic effect of the music.You will experience optimum relaxation.Let go of all the negativity residing within you.Now just travel through the timeline of your memory and try and visualize the face of that one person whose face you always wanna keep seeing...think of some of the best moments you've had so far with this person.By the time the process ends you will feel this incredible sense of calmness within you.You have never felt so relaxed.After this you will one of the best sleeps you have ever had.
Music has the power to calm your restless soul and heal your aching heart.Do this process every once in a while.
My personal recommendation of songs:-
1)Classical Ave Maria-Maria Callas & Mozart
2)If you go away-Shirley Bassey
3)At last-Etta James
4)Clocks-Coldplay
5)Fragile-Sting
6)Beautiful smile-Dj Sammy
7)Electrical Storm-U2
8)No ordinary love-Sade
9)Come undone-Duran Duran
10)Riders on the storm-The Doors
11)Any John Denver track
12)Any Don Mc Lean track
13)Any Michael Buble track
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
dişlerini siyanürle fırçalayan biri için
göçükten yüzeye kulaç atmak
kaplan köpek balığıyla güreş tutmakla
eş değer nerdeyse
hatırlıyorum da
gökyüzü
tursillenmiş kadar berrak
ve gümüş tasın etrafında ışıltılı kızlar
göz banyomu baştan çıkarıp
hüşu içinde durularken
karanlık pencerelerin
uykulu camları
kapkara bir horultu soluyordu
çıkartırken keyfini loş odalar
sondajlı hafriyatın
o saatlerde
küçük titremeler birden
atlı karınca turuna dönüştü
ayakta zor duran sarhoş binalar
sokağa petite beurre gibi
düşmeye başladığında
gördüm ambülans çığlığına karışan
yarı canlı umutların şaşkınlığını
akıl oynatan ceset eşkalleri
tanınmaz halde kimi
kimi bir çocuk
resimde gülümsemiş kimi
oysa,
düğün mevsimiydi o ara
henüz yolcu etmiştik
hayırlı bir depreme
kolu bilezik dolu gelini
dişlerini siyanürle
fırçalayan biri olarak diyorum
ölmüyor
daha beter hissediyor
canlı performansa gitar çalınca
pena gibi kırılıyor insan
tüm bunlara tanık olmak
bir ses
bir tıkırtıya
kulak kabartarak
vadesi kapalı bir canı
incitmeden çekip çıkarmak
yeni doğmuş gibi
anasının karnından
ve acı bir mutsuzluk hissi
cansız bedenleri
tabutundan önce kucaklamak
bir vakit sonra
sarmaladık davetsizi
giydirdik sırtına moher hırka
uğurladık suçsuz gelini..
..
Deprem kayıpları anısına..
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
no era parte del plan
recaer en malos hábitos
volver a las rutinas
morir esperando la noche
quizás sea necesario
sólo fuiste mi maestro
las escuelas no duran para siempre
inesperado no
más bien inoportuno
duele tenerte aquí
y que estés tan lejos
gracias por enseñarme
a ver, a vivir, a ser
a no pensar que solo debo flotar
sin más
a amar
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
At Number 20 social activities have ceased it's Peter And The Test Tube Babies with "Banned From The Pubs"
Flights and ferries are cancelled at number 19 it's Madonna with "Holiday"
In at 18 freedom has been taken it's Iron Maiden with "The prisoner"
Number 17 the situation is grim it's the Blue Oyster Cult with "Don't Fear The Reaper"
You'll be left on your own with number 16 it's Bananarama with "Cruel Summer"
Clubs are closed and the streets are empty at 15 it's The Specials with "Ghost Town"
Number 14 lives have altered drastically it's Disturbed with "Land Of Confusion"
Will normality ever return it's Duran, Duran at 13 with "Ordinary World"
At Number 12 The population is getting smaller, its Queen with "Another One Bites The Dust"
He's back but which one is he at number 11 it's Alice Cooper with " The Man Behind The Mask"
In at Number 10 it's a fare bet that you will its Gerry and the Pacemakers with "You'll Never Walk Alone"
Number 9 there isn't that many it's Pink Floyd with "Is There Anybody Out There ?"
At Number 8 ironically the Police will be watching you with "Every Breath You Take"
You may need gloves and sanitizer with Number 7 it's MC Hammer with "U Can't Touch This"
He thought you was his friend but nobody can help at Number 6 it's Black Sabbath with "Paranoid"
Something is threatening mankind but I think that's the government at Number 5 it's "Virus" by Iron Maiden
In at 4 We'll keep on fighting till the end it's Queen with "We Are The Champions"
At Number 3 on your trial again are the Police with "Don't Stand So Close To Me" or anyone else for that matter
Number 2 I think Ben E King will be afraid to "Stand By Me"
And for all you solitary brothers and sisters out there it's Seal at Number 1 with "Killer"
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
En la memoria hay palabras que no se pueden decir.
Duran, y hacen mal y hacen bien, como un caballo loco. Correr
por esos campos sin tapar los ojos del recuerdo para que se detenga.
Respetar el deseo que no fue. Contestarse con nada y
mostrar valor ante el desastre.
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¡Hasta sus perfumes duran más que ella!
Ved aquí los frascos, que apenas usó,
y que reconstruyen para mí la huella
sutíl que en la casa dejó...
Herméticamente encerrada,
la esencia en sus pomos no se escapará.
Mientras que el espíritu de mi bien amada,
más imponderable, más tenue quizá,
voló de sus labios, redoma encantada,
¡y en dónde estará!
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