By: Gabriela Yareliz Ojos astrales [Poema: Texto completo] José P. H. Hernández Si Dios un día cegara toda fuente de luz, el universo se alumbraría con esos ojos que tienes tú. Pero si -lleno de agrios enojos por tal blasfemia- tus lindos ojos Dios te arrancase, para que el mundo con la alborada de tuContinue reading “Ojos/ Eyes”
Category Archives: Poetry
I see my God in you (song)
You are my heaven, you are my passion You are my wish, you are the peace of my soul You are the coldness/calmness of my eyes, you are the heartbeat of my heart I don’t know anything else, I know only this That I see God in you, what should I do my head is bowing down in yourContinue reading “I see my God in you (song)”
He is with you
There’s a time to live And a time to die There’s a time to laugh And a time to cry There’s a time for war And a time for peace There’s a hand to hold In the worst of things In the worst of things He is with you when your faith is dead AndContinue reading “He is with you”
Some Shakespeare for the soul
/What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet. I’ld have you do it ever: when you sing, I’ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms, Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, 2020 To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you A wave o’ theContinue reading “Some Shakespeare for the soul”
E.E. Cummings: “I carry your heart with me”
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever aContinue reading “E.E. Cummings: “I carry your heart with me””
Jeux d’enfants
Jeux d’enfants Children’s Games By: Gabriela Yareliz Gonzalez Quand est-ce que Cyrano sortira de son ombre, When will Cyrano step out, Sortir de son ombre au-dessous du balcon; step out of the shadows beneath the balcony; Des litanies des mensonges et d’émotion pure c’est sa lumière unique. A litany of lies and pure emotion hisContinue reading “Jeux d’enfants”
Autumn
Cold and wet early one morning, when one walked it was through mists and fog, the wind,compassionless. A blustering autumn day. Walking past old brick buildings, decored with iron railings and dim lamp posts that flicker if one looked, one would realize one was standing in the midst of an end- Golden wet leaves quiveredContinue reading “Autumn”
GABRIELA YARELIZ 