Light window - Ventana de luz - challenge of 100 days of Poetry - Day 66
Greetings, Steemians and companions from #steemitschoolpoetry.
We are on day 66, 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.
My musical theme that I connect to, between lines, with this creation is:Take Me To Church - Hozier
Light window
All the streets are full of questions.
It is difficult not to respond with cynicism.
In them a black abyss is glimpsed,
absent of lights and forms,
an air of resignation that no comet goes up.
Everything seems a lie, even the lie itself,
reduced to an endless metaphor.
It is said and only believed as a story of fear.
The coin only buys hearts.
The conformism is the dress
and the anguish studies a postgraduate.
The streets are full of gentle sheep,
sweaty and dying faces walk hunger,
the absence of spirit has put its stamp.
The fireflies went extinct with a card,
with virtual bribes that disappear in a sigh.
It is written and it is read brutal,
but the dance of waiting began without slippers of faith.
The ticking is not happy, it's afraid of his feet.
Stoic parrots with metastases are gurgling,
the drip is incessant.
The nonconformity is denatured convinced of the
moral asepsis and the absolute impunity that they have presided over
an backwater of totalitarianism and rottenness.
The window frames magic in a context,
that needs to be renewed
taking a leap through its light.
Saludos, Steemianos hispanohablantes.
Estamos en el día 66, 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.
Ventana de luz
Todas las calles se llenan de interrogantes.
Es difícil no responder con cinismo.
En ellas se vislumbra un abismo negro,
ausente de luces y formas,
un aire de resignación que ningún papagayo remonta.
Todo parece mentira, incluso la mentira misma,
reducida a una metáfora sin final.
Se cuenta y sólo se cree como una historia de miedo.
La moneda sólo compra corazones.
El conformismo es el traje de gala
y la angustia estudia un postgrado.
Las calles están llenas de borregos mansos,
caras sudadas y desahuciadas caminan el hambre,
la ausencia de espíritu ha puesto su sello.
Las luciérnagas fueron apagadas con una tarjeta,
con sobornos virtuales que se esfuman de un soplo.
Está escrito y se lee brutal,
pero la danza de la espera comenzó sin zapatillas de fe.
El tic-tac no se alegra, le tiene miedo a sus pies.
Gorgotean loros estoicos con metástasis,
el goteo es incesante.
La inconformidad se desnaturaliza convencida de la
asepsia moral y la impunidad absoluta que ha presidido
un remanso de totalitarismo y podredumbre.
La ventana enmarca la magia en un contexto
que necesita ser renovado
dando un salto a través de su luz.
Original poem by @zeleiracordero
Reading notes: III
May 12, 2018
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.
If you have not yet joined the #steemitschool Discord, do it now:Discord
For accompanying me, reading me and always being there ... Simply THANKS
Por acompañarme, leerme y estar ahí...
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.
If you have not yet joined the #steemitschool Discord, do it now:Discord
For accompanying me, reading me and always being there ... Simply THANKS
Por acompañarme, leerme y estar ahí...
To travel, you must take the coin under your tongue, at some point you must give it to the centurions of Caesar. Sad reality of a country that until recently was rich.
Certainly. Each time the corruption is greater and the exit is not clear to some blindfolded or hopeless. Trust moves slowly and I hope for sure.
Your poetry never ceases to wow me.
Thanks, poet!
I feslt the emotions of your nation through your words. You know , once this challenge is nearing to an end I’d like to see you write articles about your country, interview some people , hear their story. Keep us up to date with what’s going.
Ah! Thanks for the concern, @dmilliz. I hope that when this challenge ends, the cancer that eats my country has also ended.
Ambiente tenso, de realidades tristes y panoramas sombríos, como lo es en estos días nuestra amada Venezuela. Como siempre, sabes manejar a perfección las palabras llevándonos al momento que recreas en tus líneas. Excelente poesía y estupendas imágenes. Aquí seguimos contigo.
¡Gracias, Marybel!
Shaw had it right. 😎