BREEZE
Air that moves,
curtains, sheer drapes,
a fresh breeze.
Summer,
heat,
air,
life,
life-giving,
air that cools.
In that bland life
where nothing happens,
air that stirs.
A morning
on a Saturday,
among words,
music fluttering,
poems hanging
in that electric world.
Words carried by the breeze,
a story meant to tell nothing memorable,
small moments of someone newly awake.
Breeze that brightens those resting moments,
instants to savor the words,
words the wind brings
into this poem
of air.
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BRISA
Aire que se mueve,
cortinas, visillos,
brisa fresca.
Verano,
calor,
aire,
vida,
vivificante,
aire que refresca.
En esa vida insulsa,
donde nada pasa,
aire que anima.
Una mañana
de un sábado,
entre palabras,
música que revolotea,
poemas que se cuelgan
en ese mundo eléctrico.
Palabras movidas por la brisa,
historia para no contar nada memorable,
pequeños momentos de alguien recién levantado.
Brisa que alegra esos momentos de descanso,
instantes para paladear las palabras,
palabras que trae el viento
en este poema
de aire.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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