If an open umbrella

if something is open

it is an umbrella…  as you all do and know

i can choose sundry ideas and movements

can i open it? can i break it?

in many, so many pieces

because i had, i have so many options

 i choose to break it

to collect the pieces

it is more cooler for the soul and fun!

i bet tha this moment  i can win

from all  of you…

they are coloured, a miscellaneous of shapes

i can understand all of it

so easy to keep when falling over me

but not to forever, i know

but it is good…

i am used to it

 it fills me anyway, for seconds or milleseconds

i  prefer  to dash it into a little fractions

as into peaces they are

but i can achieve the  pain

the before pain….

it is like a commons rain

any color, any  predictable movement

i denied

the touch, the invisible is raining over

powerfull

i destroy the umbrella and firmly believe

I do not  have other way

as addicted i am

pursuiting the rain

Do i have one chance?

such beautiful caos!

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Where the poet ~IS~?

PAPEL(when the poet is going away

he is the victim of your own words)

Where is the poetry?
if the poet left it
if his words have become tired
much as he is
where is the love?
who lived in letters
between a poet and author
silent, mute

now threatens ~ tricked in the world~

once

weaving precious sounds
in your ear ~ the letters dancing ~
words that can be for anyone

loose, abandoned, there
rest your heart ~listening~

alone…

but the bard, the minstrel
had gone away

the words, the ballet
make sense just for him
and you pour tears
to enchanted more and more
your poetry

precious
tears

so where the poet ~is~?
crumpled sheet paper on the ground
careless steps and sadness
of one more unfinished poem

But not in your heart
is not?

Learning Fast Poetess!

i was thinking like poetry can be more than all. More than you, me,  more than a pleasurable  book. How poetry has changed me and make me a better person. A beautiful person. More confident , more sensual and open to life. I have no more fears. I left them behind.Its logical that i suffer still but when pains comes i always have your words my words and all poetry on the world.

Is a New World for me. Not so new, because  dwells on me since  i was born.That madness by the letters and rhymes.  I recognize that feelings. Feel  that  my whole life. Just needed  a push. A endless push. That keeps going and dragging  me. Thanks God!

I have improving myself.  Each tears i drop. Each disappointing i have. Each ache that touch my heart. I am better. I am stronger. I am a Learning Fast Poetess

.All my life i learned so many things.and fast!Image. For what? Talk many languages, or write very well or be the first on each prove that i have to do?

For What?? Be the best with a solitaire heart? That nobody could reach?

No, not anymore!

I have  one love, yes. Bigger than other love that i had. So fall in love for me like me to him, So welcome and warm like a kiss  of a man. I have poetry. She dry my tears, comfort me in bad moments and is true to me all the time. Forgive my sins and make strong!

then to whom should I thank?

Thanks!