(((.:April:.)))

By way of prologue

2009-04-01T09:19:00.001-07:00

"We left of the night and we will come back into the night,
but we want clarity "
The nostalgic tanker our conscience
in a swinging of memories,
vintage portfolio,
the imagination of a past
that is the shadow that accompanies us,
and push our heels,
to heal the heart,
that shapes our character.

Our story of a love-coldness,
the mourn-laugh,
around a bit
in the enigma of the miracle of our lives
that we are discovering,
unleashed veils,
off fires,
molding our eye to the simplicity that fills,
and so,
bottoming at very afraid of the living God!
to discover and be discovered
in the mirror of our souls
a: "We only step"
outsiders.

Outsiders who feel and suffer,
but yearn perish…
Looking for answers,
Answers…,
this morning
or if there is something more…

Leidy Algarín.

Road to secret garden *

2009-04-01T09:13:00.000-07:00

You are secret,
but all you see without seeing,
because quick pass
in their minds dams,
dams by the routine,
the doubt,
concerns and nostalgia
on your subjective mystery
that guards the secrets of lovers and days,
and the whisper footsteps
Time selfish
that is spent and spent,
although you are the same
and with your charm
secrecy corrupts
from the cold to the living
and accommodate all your shadow;
the wind and sprinkled
the smell of grass-field
discreet with your guests
that flutter, sing
exaltation to the "Creator"
with their everyday instincts
in the path of the garden…
The secret is not secret,
not discovered,
although it is in sight,
because they are blind.
Only we must stop…
a moment.

In honor of Leidy Algarín (Poetess)

Prologue

2009-04-01T09:07:00.000-07:00

April is poetry characterized by great simplicity and complicity with the real, as evident in the thirty poems that make up. April offers passages that roam in the cadence of work life, just where the alchemical transformation of moments in poetic symbols and images, a process that is simply live. Living between this correlation’s game and dichotomies between joy and sorrow, love and lack of love, life and death using feelings as compass in our paths of discovery.

The poems of April, presented a series of reflections on human experience, becoming loving that is caught between remembrance and forgetting, also tells us about the difficulties that stand in our lives as wounding loneliness and regrettable melancholy, and why don’t talk about feelings subtle as the pure love or sincere friendship. He composed his poems from his own experience of life, telling through his words, said what he perceives and interpret about the world, tell of his concerns or existential doubts, the facts and the interpretation of his reality.

The answers to the concerns that arise along the way of life are reached "rummaging through” ideas related to the history, the memory and the past. In the ongoing quest in the race for the continuous piece missing in our affairs. In April becomes an exercise in definition and position in substance and form of referrals of men with himself and their social environment. Poetry as product and process of conceiving reality; exercise by its particular way to reflect and re-develop the reality is capable of recreating images from discovering that exercise individual who writes a background full of content of social relations and on all of the human soul.

"The soul is a force that is beloved in association with living nature, creator of symbols and myths that can interpret riddles facing the man and that the spirit at best merely avert (…) Only symbols invented by the soul lead to the ultimate truth of man, not the dry concepts of science. Only the soul can express the flow of the living, the real-not-rational"

Ernesto Sábato.
The writer and his ghosts.

This small handful of poems, far from being a luxury item in society, and far from become an absorbed in kind of reflection, is (and intended) on the other hand, a rapprochement and understanding the internal order of the soul, the reality of things, to understanding what we can understand. In the words of author Luis Eduardo Blanco: "These poems are written from the depths of my being and my soul, embodied by that said my being internal (...) Each verse is written with a sense and each is dedicated someone or something and has a meaning (...). April looks to be an answer to those like me who have sought answers to thousands of questions on the love, on the day, friends or just about anything where purely is God."

This prologue is an invitation to you, dear reader to connect with these poems from your experience, from your reading of life, enjoy, understand, reflections and see that April you can lived.

Gabriela Duran Arnaudes

How long will I Love you?

2009-04-01T09:06:00.001-07:00

Always when dawns
I see the sun rise again,
and it’s true I love you again.

There is a smell in the air
of people walking around
they are nobody,
always happens
when I think of you.

When I’m thinking of you
I forget all of me, I forget me
‘cause happens I love you again
and the whole environment’s color
becomes cuttlefish and indigo
and how can I give them, give them
all this love mine for you.

So fall the night again, in my crib
in my nakedness
I wish that you stay here
I'm thinking about the ground, I think about the heavens
and again, I love you again.
the sun is risen, the moon is hidden
the wind blows and sunflower grows
a leaf fall again
and I remember my promise,

The promise of yesterday!
I see the past, I see the future
I see the present, I know, I love you
and I know I wait for you,
the black sky
the stars,
I'm loving you.

The sun is risen,
the moon is hidden,
I rose my eyes to the sky
I let out thousand questions to him
and an echo that resound
questions: how long will I love you?

Jericho

2009-04-01T09:04:00.000-07:00

Poem's adaptation of Jericho’s screenplay,
Film of Luis Alberto Lamata

This is a poem written upside down
So I go back and the memories of my horror,
here I can personally testify to my memories
because should know God of my memories
that even I call you although you don’t listen.
And Jericho has not fallen
Jericho is in the soul.

What strange demons do you put in my ways?
Levitan?
Amon?

A new earth must be habited by new devils,
others must stayed in the old Europe.
the universe of my books was sure!
What exact the order of my library!
Sublime shield of ideas,
where you think the chaos of the earth do not reach you
but,
What is use of the beauty and justice locked in manuscript and shelves?
This is the world and he wish us here.
That his word is living in everything and thought
Today the sin walks with us
and the whole horror existed since the first verb.

Some empty basins saw grow the shadows of my soul,
to me that I came to love with God blows of hope
to me that I came dreaming light and giving the day.

God if you multiply my troubles and pains
must also be necessary you multiply my loves
therefore I charge in my shoulders with the deadweight of a doubt.
What strange feeling to have stepped on a land
where places not even have name
that taste sublime nailing crossings
and hear bells in hills,
where live today only the silence and emptiness
feeling like Adam
feeling blessed,
is Joshua in front of the promised land
But then who put these men here?
Who said get Jericho to be destroyed after
What mysterious intentions you push by the labyrinths of the world?
Encountered a day when misfortune and others in smiles.
That day I can remember
I uploaded my doubts with joy
well, between fear and hope
made his room the love
where it lived of thoughts
and died of forgetfulness
Here I go, however,
lowering thieves to save the world.

Sometimes I think God of my days
that religion lives only in the heads of men
because justice, mercy, tolerance
are just words
that seeking to beautify a terrible world
that you invented everything to give order to chaos
that are only excuses for change fears.
Religion is not what surrounds us
It is the opposite
with what we are trying vainly
shelter the darkness of the soul.

If you are God you must start being human,
so you'll know what's carry in your bones the pain of the life
you will know about the bread and meat
and also you know that there are no certain borders
separating the good from bad
and maybe someday you will think
as I do now
that the whole truth in the world
that the whole truth of my world
is on the skin of a woman
and the fleeting smile of a child.

Happiness is a thunderbolt in the night
who has suffered, as I experienced myself
already knows everything.

Locked in this prison
where you oppressed in body
still my soul is looking for you
from the ring of fire
I go playing at all doors labyrinth.

If say I’m crazy
is not for having lost the reason
is by having lost everything but the reason not.

What then remains for me in this life?
nothing that I can’t think or dream
because there is only paradise in my head
and in the darkness of my confinement
I have only the illusion of a different world.

God I even call you although you do not listen to me
Jericho hasn’t fallen
Jericho is in my soul.

What dark shadows habit at my spirit?
A universe of demons devouring my entrails
But Are outside?
Do not be it part of my flesh and my soul?

Are not my hatreds other sides of my love?
Are not my miseries the side of my wealth?

What if I escape?
And if you stop governor to me?

God I’m calling to your house and you don’t open
a circle of fire is choking me,
it is the ring of my fears.

April

2009-04-01T09:03:00.002-07:00

An April of thirty days
in an afternoon of it
one day so cold I felt,

The sound's piped music of the piano,
marked the tic-tac’s clock
missing shortly
It was not enough, rather!
was an April either.

When you left, was an April
also when I found her
the thirteen was my debut
and also my farewell.

It seemed a cold cruel
that heat is over.
The April that
that April, which never arrived.

Inexhaustible

2009-04-01T09:03:00.001-07:00

Your hands are looking for me, then
find my stubbornness
at the sound's peace we dance together.

Are looking me your black eyes
My heart is looking you.
At the time's piano you marks a Do
then I kiss you and you kiss to me
and it is right give you my hand.

We join so close
I feel to you in the depths
You feel fear and you get away of me.
I receipt your inner peace
I give you the silence of my face.

At the times’ peace we dance again.

You approach to my ear,
whisper fine words
I approach as well, sigh.

You squeeze against my chest.

We hear the silence of this endless love.

As is above, is below

2009-04-01T09:02:00.002-07:00

I would stay blind
No more the outside world
No more fake trials
seeing and understanding
but I want to see, the internal…

False, false is the external,
The eagle wants
fly in the distance;
it is hidden in your indoors
the creative’s word,

because everything there, everything is,
we are all is below and all is above
We are up and down
on the inside and outside.

The essence of my being hidden,
behind its meaning the truth
if you understand was I said
I'm for you the same thing,
just as I was.
Smoke,
and at night you will see to me better
the same was,
fire,
if you will understand it is for you too much.

if you know the day
if you know the night
I'll be there,
and you'll see my face

by the road I went
that you think is new
that you think is far

We are an allegory of this truth,
even if you call different
although I call unequal
The mercy is the same.

As above, so below
we love affair
wealth,
truth,
beauty.

We are of the create facts
We are of the same universe
you one part
I another.

And all at once
we are light,
we were dreams
You gave fruits,
for me is sacrilege.

I will give radiation’s light illuminated
that's me,
that's you,
we are,

without beginning and without end
that we are one,
we are all,
all this we are

and although I can not catch you
into the networks of my thoughts,
Catch me if you want,
into the networks of yours,

if you want trapped
if you want to see me
I'm really at this.

Gelo

2009-04-01T09:02:00.001-07:00

There’s a giant wall of ice
between your heart and mine.

There’s a wall that melts
and we haven’t boat.

A wall increasingly cold
it separates us.

A shell of ice
placing on the heart
it was yesterday evaporated water,
life...
Lend to me your body’s boat
to navigate in silence,
heart lend to me your desirous
and come back your heat for me
to overcome this fear
that today separates us.

Your heart is made of ice
it kills me when I love it
your cold affects me
your heart isn’t human.

You cool my heat
and freeze my wishes
because you are well
you're a cold desert of ice
today you live without me
today I live without you.

I dream after

2009-04-01T09:01:00.000-07:00

I live first and then dream
Do I live for you?
Do I live by whom?
yesterday I was divorced of the truth.

Yesterday I lost.

Why I dream after?
Why I not dream to live?
Does my starting point,
the upside down goal?

I'm not who give the lives to remove it
but the dreams make me laugh
when I’m inside of me
when I see you reach in me.

Raw

2009-04-01T09:00:00.004-07:00

I am pushing on this poem
‘cause it doesn’t want birth
is like you.

Tasteless to my palate.

Each word comes slowly
and the meaning is not cooked,
This is a poem
crude as reality.

Isn’t a love’s poem
This is a simple poem,
it is a forgiveness’ poem.

It has blacks verses
and it is full of suspense
this poem is uncertain
each born phrase
has nothing inside.

This poem is slow,
slow my hand that write it,
this poem inside crude
visible on the outside
doesn’t want irritate to you
neither wants hurt you.

This poem is in short indefinable
is an ideal pursued
and a reality achieved,
is crude, is crude,
This poem is mine.

Mary Agnes

2009-04-01T09:00:00.003-07:00

Your curling hair on the face
and your teeth corroded
I remember that time sad
where the christmas never came,

Today you satisfied with simple gifts
with shoes and a nightgown
that anyone don't like dress
that anybody left over.

Your smile hides a dreams’ world
full of illusions and hope
your black smile
Your teeth beautiful!

Your feet feel the land
and your stomach would like nothing more than water
your seven brothers are waiting for you at home
Mom awaits you in bed.

You will come back tomorrow Ines
you will come back again
there will be joy
there will be confidence.

Rest Maria Ines, rest
in the cemetery
isn't more the rule arrears of the empire.

Rest Maria Ines, rest
it's true thousands are fighting today for you.

I don’t know if nostalgia

2009-04-01T09:00:00.001-07:00

I don’t know if nostalgia
is invents by me,
I would like to be your inspired
Source yet…
but your soul
is not twin to mine.

Hundreds of leaves are falling on this house
and thousands of winters are going
and also a unicorn
augurs well for your arrival
it fades like the wind
because you don’t come here,
but I have nostalgia
I am not longer who inspires you,
I know…
I am not who you love.

For drops
my heart is spilled,
following the rhythm of a ticked,
the time go on
but it doesn’t stop.

I'm with my nostalgia
If we were the same yesterday,
why today we don’t recognize?

I don’t know
if you live laughing,
I know only I lose you
day by day
I lose you more…
The oblivion is accumulated
and my memory is shortens.

If this was going to be so,
why you don’t hammer thousand nail in my chest?.
I like to think of you
and your memory hurt my heart
as a drill to cement.

I don’t want to lose your kisses
Never
I don’t want to lose your hug
so tender,
but my body betrays me
and my mind…

I have to suffer the bribery of my mind!
I have to see the years’ effect,
see damage
and forget you.

I do not know if nostalgia is invented by me,
but today I have nostalgia
I want to see you.

Leonardo

2009-04-01T08:58:00.001-07:00

To Leonardo Morles

For say you, I should know about magic
your concept without joy is short
You're like an angel full of grace!
You are dream and reality
life and liberty
courage, love and peace.

It's in your etymology the love
and the passion form your name
on your start there is temperance
in your end fear
for fear you keep quiet
answer by confidence.

The fighting is your synonym
I can’t conjugate your beautiful eyes;
in present always is your verb,
past you haven’t already
and your future I see it
full of life and more.

The Path

2009-04-01T08:56:00.001-07:00

To J.R.A.P

I'm where you left off me
although the shine of the day isn’t the same
I’m the same you left off
but with more desire to love.

I am like you left off
I'm
I am really
Where are you?
I don’t see as you are
Where are you?
Where you hid your spring?
You want to live lost in the air
I am here,
I’m looking you.

I know that I changed a thousand dreams
by a frost night,
for nothing…
and I have walked this path
also with my ignorance.
Is not that I want your love
I don’t condemn you for loving
loves to air,
loves to land,
It doesn’t defraud you,
It doesn’t leave to you,
It doesn’t go.

Discover thousand pieces of flavor
revealed in you
know your own inner
and you will see me
and you will really see us
the path, I have got walked.

Where you left off me I’m still.
I see the days going on
I see we become old;
an afternoon of sun I gift you,
and I am still the rain that falls
on your body,
I haven’t forgotten
you continue being the land
remains my body.
I am where you left off me
but I am more eager to love
as you left off me

I’m not waiting for you,
I am convinced that we are one
I walk the path
walk where you left off me
I discover your value every day
I discover that there is no time
I discover…

Thousands of things I find on the path

Useless

2009-04-01T08:55:00.003-07:00

None,
as zero: I haven’t value for you
like you tell me
when I only helped you.

Zero zero
You're all in one
as the color white,
doesn’t fit the three in two
it isn’t the one in five.

In the zero fit all the numbers,
Useless is have got soul
be brave
and have compassion.

As zero zero
but I’m
one, two, three, four
each time you cancel me more
I live more in your entrails.

I’m, yes I am zero
don’t cancels me say that,
without fear
you fear the truth
you fear the heart
nullifies the reason you
and become as zero
that is invalid but is worth so much.

Again

2009-04-01T08:55:00.001-07:00

It rains again
and you embrace him,
again.

The clock goes
and the sun rises
again,
another body with you
again.

You give hope to another
again,
and again
he loved you again.

Someone who despises to you
again
on the pretext of your love
again for your reason.

Again comes the summer
winter arrives
again

this circle yours
don’t leave anything to you
again,
this dark sky.

Again December
marks the gregorian
and so spend
spending a year again,

another white hair again
and the pile grows
you amount another to the account
again.

Do not try more
your heart will never love
again.

It is little that is

2009-04-01T08:53:00.001-07:00

(03/04/2007)

That bedroom is there still
and the breeze is there
of your love and a crying,
only that it is there.

It is much the effort
to rescue every second
to save every minute
But… there is little that is!

Today my vanished body
recalls that farm
missed from my memory
concealed among the dreams.

It is much the effort
but we can’t with ours fingers,
We can’t clog the sun
there is little that is, love.

How will be the end?

2009-04-01T08:52:00.003-07:00

What will the end, of this my life
where sometimes I lived lost?

What will the end of my dreams
which sometimes turned not?

What will the meeting
of my body with you?

What will the end?
I feel that I have lived many years.

You no longer feel to me more
I'm always thinking about you
here thinking
you don’t think me more

How will be my thought
when I find you again
and I don’t remember you? It hurts me.

How will be you,
do you recognize me?
How will be the landscape
Again and circumstance?

What will the light
illuminating that day,
how will the dark?

What is my place in your soul,
How will be my soul in your place?

I can’t love you more

2009-04-01T08:52:00.001-07:00

I couldn’t love you more
sometimes
I feel that my efforts are over
but then is when
my heart is reborn
and with thousands desirous
goes back to find you again
and it insists I love you.

I can´t love you more
if I gave you everything
I’m empty
and even the blood in my veins
you drank it with your eyes.

My heart,
as butterfly revolt
to stop after
and cry for you
my heart never tires
my heart does not rest

My false heart
that you've got
I no longer love you more
if my excuses are absurd
I couldn’t have more love for you.

Spring

2009-04-01T08:51:00.003-07:00

There is a problem
with all the clocks,
late again,
was my heart alone.

It lost the reason
I lost hours
also the time and its notion

I don’t know October,
July or November
now I don’t know where I go today

April for live
April for being happy…

Stay

2009-04-01T08:51:00.001-07:00

Don’t take a space up

Don’t say a word

Don’t winking the eye

Don’t love me

Don’t tell me anything

Don’t call me

Don’t do more,

Stay.

What is next?

2009-04-01T08:50:00.000-07:00

What is next?
if today I had your lips,
yesterday your scent
tomorrow I will have your skin
What is next?

In my heart was your smell
but behind the smell what
You touched my body
even slashing my soul
somebody touch the soul
nobody touches beings.

Where were your kisses?
What was my sweat on your skin?
My lips were defiled with your kisses
you swells my teats
and hedgehogs all my skin
Where was everything?

Goodbye, goodbye, no nothing
I do not have your lips yet
I that feel your being
I that feel your soul
you don’t value
you didn’t knew it evaluate

To God I am going
I'm singing,
What was where?
There was no, no
What is next?

I wonder you today
I don’t know.

Skull

2009-04-01T08:49:00.002-07:00

(18/04/2007)

I can’t be here
Touching air that I don’t breathe

everything is temporary,
nothing is absolute

I feel fear
and then I don’t have.

I would like to know more from me
in moments.

I wonder what will be
How will it be?
the development of this great board,

I became my hands on penalties
I questioned my heart

and the mystery
Yet the mystery continues!
I see a cloud of silence
black silence on the board

white board the time
it covering with its chains
with its chains, the eternal

was empty the land now
because nobody loves

When the skin of my soul
will cover your bones?

Yours

2009-04-01T08:49:00.001-07:00

I want to know you mine
discover thousand pieces
of your kisses disclosed in my
and wake up in your bed.

I want you be mine
but I want you be now,
intuition tells me that I lose you
then and after
your eyes catch me slow.

I have a sincere desire
I have a pride in the chest
I'm yours
yours
always yours

I always will be.

Like everybody

2009-04-01T08:45:00.000-07:00

Knowing beyond of the other
to know…
interfere in an black ocean
where sailing boats adrift
and breathes the wind, breathes.

Knowing who we are,
know who they are,
know who they were.

The other you, that's me
the other me that was you
and when we see
we don’t know,
we distance
we lose.

Not more the sun sunrise
rather silent silence,
when I live alone,
I am as dead
tries to be like another;
live with her or him
tied his dream
test their bitterness
and we’ll understand…

Without you *

2009-04-01T08:41:00.000-07:00

Without you...
moon without sky
a map landless
a sun without heat.

Without you...
I can’t find words
my body without a soul
my soul without a body.

Without you...
absolutely nothing
songs without rhyme
sounds of the deaf
glances with nothing.

Without you I haven’t anything
without you...
I’m fear nothing
there isn’t blood in my veins
no beat my heart, without you.

It is always ever,
never is ever,
nothing to fear because nothing is true
to mourn his loss.

Without you...the nothing...

Forever and forever *…

2009-04-01T08:40:00.003-07:00

My heart loves

with honesty,
sincerely,
with reality.

My heart loves

with passion,
forward
with satisfaction.

My heart loves.

With tenderness
with madness,
gently

My heart loves

without time
for a lifetime
forever
forever!

Difícil

2009-04-01T08:40:00.001-07:00

Tan difícil como la vida
mi corazón vive
mi verde corazón,

Yo viví perdido en tus ojos ayer
a veces,
alguien se llevó de mi cuerpo
un pequeño trozo de piel

No sé por qué
No sé cuando
No sé cómo.

Pero la probablemente
puedes decirme la razón ahora
porque eres mi adentro.

Green

2009-04-01T08:39:00.001-07:00

In winter everything is green
and there is a loneliness’ scent everywhere
and I don’t understand if my soul smells
or it is the coffee that smells honey,

Rain stops on the street humidity
and on the trees drops dance from here to there
leaves the winter and the storm
a loneliness

it reactivates a memory
winter returns.

Everything is green in rain
my heart is green
my tongue, my throat and my memory

What do I do with this invention
of to be yours when it rains?

What are you doing with my heart
that I need it for love you
that I need it to keep you
I have the green’s aroma in my chest,

I have the rain in your memory
What a great sorcerer is the winter!
That great liar is the time!
I want to see you ever green

To watch that I love you
tell you that I’m waiting for you
waiting you in the winter
wrap my body up with yours

That everything is green in winter
and my mind that love you
you don’t know that I wait for you
I only know that I love you
With rain
with my body
with my green
with my green thought...

You breathe to me

2009-04-01T08:38:00.001-07:00

2005

The roses’ scent
the Nardo’s perfume
your naked body
your heart, my goddess

your soul smell Azahar
Your resentment is sulfur acid
lemon of your lips I tasted
coffee, was forbidden fruit.

Now you get me
my scent, it's your scent
I also smells like jasmine
I’m the lavender you love,

The incense you breathe,
the mint and cinnamon
your wind’s bed
I am the air you breathe.

.: April:.

2009-04-01T08:32:00.000-07:00

There isn’t, however, an April that I don’t remember, there isn’t an April that I didn’t cry, how explaining that as yet without tears crying continued and continues the smile even when it doesn’t disperse its footprints on my face. The time has closed thousands of cycles and I think I can’t explain all the emotions emerging from my heart, perhaps acidic, perhaps bitter, some sweet and many salty, is this April full of poems I want to give, maybe is away to understand these meanings that heart, perhaps it wander by directions different mine, perhaps it understands this poems with certainty I can’t know that, I only gift you this thirty poems to you never forget that when you remember you are live again and I feel alive every day.

April for me is more than a month, is an accumulation of emotions that differ from one point to another, it is an open and close, it is awakening a new being and let back in the dream that which could never wake up. With this my release to you I want to give you part of my life, watering my feelings in your mind and arouse the emotions of your feelings. April is simple poetry, filled with love, filled with God and filled with simple verses and a free prose.

Each poem is full of love, of dreams, of illusions and of cruelty, in order, each one of it reflecting a part of my thoughts, my feelings and my reason. These poems are written from the depths of my being and my soul, it is an order of my inner being wrote on the leaf.

Each word is written with a sense and each one is dedicated to someone or something and has a special meaning that say about that someone or that something. With this book's poem I would like to express these six years of solitude and changes, however, more than be a grim and sad work, April want to be a response to who like me have find answers to thousands of questions about the love, about the day, about the friends, or just about anything where is purely God hanging.

Luys Edhuardho

"April is still the day’s dreams not just find for not ever awaken"