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Greetings, Steemians and companions from #steemitschoolpoetry.
We are on day 63, heading for 100. I thank the people who support me and who have read what I am creating for the challenge of 100 days of Poetry summoned by #steemitschool and @d-pend. Always waiting for your kind look and that you like them.

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My musical theme that I connect to, between lines, with this creation is: Alan Walker- Monsters

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"There are strings in the heart of the human being that it would be better not to make them vibrate"

Charles Dickens

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Labyrinth

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The mysterious movement of what happens,
makes the magic wand move
in the hand of a magician in silence.
The spirit is afraid to meet
free of what grows continuously.
Hat that accompanies it familiarly,
taking out dark streamers and luminous rabbits.
Its backwater or its rough sea,
his congenital obsession for being recognized.

Between confusing forms, wanders
sleepwalker or warned,
haughty or stunned by rippling plasma environments,
caressed by presences without contours
with ululating psychophonic voices
loved for eternity,
of it that perfect.

The body captures
with the insightful senses
and his vacillating guidance between calamity and fantasy,
the spell of light and sounds,
that confident look at random maps,
that silent silence towards nothing,
scrutinizing in the eternal labyrinth.

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Saludos, Steemianos hispanohablantes.
Estamos en el día 63, en dirección a 100. Agradezco a las personas que me apoyan y que han leído lo que estoy creando para el desafío de 100 días de Poesía, convocado por #steemitschool. Siempre esperando su gentil mirada y que les guste.

“Hay cuerdas en el corazón del ser humano que sería mejor no hacerlas vibrar”

Charles Dickens
cita

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Laberinto

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El misterioso movimiento de lo que acontece,
mueve la varita mágica
de un mago en silencio.
El espíritu teme encontrarse
libre de lo que continuamente crece.
Sombrero que familiarmente lo acompaña,
sacando serpentinas oscuras y conejos luminosos.
Su remanso o su mar bravío,
su congénita obsesión por ser reconocido.

Entre formas confusas, deambula
sonámbulo o avisado,
altivo o aturdido por entornos de plasma ondulante,
acariciado por presencias sin contornos
con voces psicofónicas ululantes
amado por la eternidad,
de lo perfecto.

Sólo el cuerpo atrapa
con los sentidos perspicaces
y su guía ondeante entre calamidad y fantasía,
el embrujo de la luz y los sonidos,
ese atisbar confiado en los mapas aleatorios,
ese pasmo sereno hacia la nada,
oteando en el eterno laberinto.

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Original poem by @zeleiracordero

Reading notes: III

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Source of images:
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May 09, 2018

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Thanks to @d-pend and to #steemitschool for the creation of this space to share our creations.

And, very especially, to my invaluable friend @onthewayout.

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For accompanying me, reading me and always being there ... Simply THANKS

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