Here I report, compliant with admiration and sensitivity, some poems written by a friend .. that I can not reveal the identity (Zava you saw, I did not say you are the author;)
PS Seriously, congratulations to the author: Luke Zavala
Happy reading!
begging MODERN
when the oppressive heat of the cement skin
on state
quietly incandescent
not follow the squawking performance
the young ether,
the vibrant colors of spring
crumble at the first storm,
as the sun melted the wings of Icarus.
Sunflowers who take pleasure in themselves
not exceed the first winter frost,
the dew on the trees are their tears.
rather see the homeless:
out of any obligation
they can be.
gross clothes Like stubborn
on their skin,
are attached to the past,
why this
escapes as a clump of sand.
thus grant us a moment,
your own eyes made of crystals of ice,
will be like the stubborn green
the plains of Arcadia.
SOCIALISM
mystical ecstasy of the masses
united by the ideals of peace,
silent while the thirst for profit.
The bugs that we will have to die
free if the wing reduces the beauty of the swans.
CAGE
naked men Michelangelo
ethereal women, dolls, ceramic
eyes gushes happiness
the envy tear of Sappho.
The checkering is well hidden!
crowded gyms, create
muscles of wax, perfect face!
We look inside and you are scared,
Achilles even afraid to look.
learn to see the stars in us,
we raise our eyes beyond the wall,
the embrace of ' Another is the crack of light.
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