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Orange Sandalwood: EL AMANTE SUPRIMIDO
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La amaba con toda la fuerza de sus palabras. Creía el amante que, incluso en la caudalosa distancia que juntos habitaban, sus letras tenían el poder de hacerla sonrojar. Las recuerda, el amante (a las palabras) saliendo de él a raudales, aladas y bellísimas como novias blancas. Era un tiempo. Dígase, para la ocurrencia de cosas imposibles. Ese tiempo acabó. Si tan solo los colores de ella hubiesen sido como los de los sueños del amante: azul-mar, ocre-piedra, oro-arena. Aun hoy, el amante todavía siente ...
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Orange Sandalwood: UM DIA DESTES
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Sabes, trago no meu peito este gosto por. Ti, por tudo aquilo que é teu, os meus. Olhos tão cheios dessa coisa tua, tão. Bonita, tão certa, e a tua beleza que. Parece querer ficar-me no olhar apenas,. Mas eu não deixo, não não não, eu quero. Toda essa beleza dentro de mim, a. A irradiar, a iluminar todo isto. Que sou por dentro, e por isso ando como. Louco a lembrar-me de ti, a memorizar-. A procura do conforto de rever-te em. Cada pormenor, em todas as coisas. Pequenas, desde todos os ângulos e. All col...
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Orange Sandalwood: DEEP BELOW, FAR ABOVE
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DEEP BELOW, FAR ABOVE. From the deep, taking relentlessly all my love to you. Think of it as waves. Like a breeze I touch you, light and easy. And my memories expand like a universe. My finger connects the shiny dots, and I see the constellations. I name them, from my window. In my soul, I keep them all. The dots are the threads, the words, the dreams, the songs, the gestures, the moments. Each one, one star. Know this, my morning star: without a compass, you might be my only north. Poemas, relatos cortos.
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Orange Sandalwood: THE SCIENCE OF YOUR BEAUTY
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THE SCIENCE OF YOUR BEAUTY. Like a monk, chanting, my voice filling the library chambers, humming your incantations. My soul, rocked by the fireplace embers… Your eyes, my illuminations. Tirelessly measuring the science of your beauties. Passionate observation, note-taking, calculations… sweetly obsessed devotion… unfatigable dreaming…). The long-concealed secrets, at last revealed:. This monk’s proud. In the library towers, over his workspace, he drifts into slumber. Leave your commentary. Thanks! LA SO...
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Orange Sandalwood: SEAWALK
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A new place in time you are, shattering my compass card, erasing all the known coordenates and route plans forever, forcing me to learn to navigate like the ancient seamen, with an eye on a map full of terra incognita. Signs and terrible ocean monters, and the other fixed on the stars above…. I looked back at the past and felt happily confused, as if nothing I have learnt so far was relevant when I walk along these sands, and this brand-new ignorance felt invigorating like a promise. There was an error i...
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Orange Sandalwood: 2014-07
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Sabes, trago no meu peito este gosto por. Ti, por tudo aquilo que é teu, os meus. Olhos tão cheios dessa coisa tua, tão. Bonita, tão certa, e a tua beleza que. Parece querer ficar-me no olhar apenas,. Mas eu não deixo, não não não, eu quero. Toda essa beleza dentro de mim, a. A irradiar, a iluminar todo isto. Que sou por dentro, e por isso ando como. Louco a lembrar-me de ti, a memorizar-. A procura do conforto de rever-te em. Cada pormenor, em todas as coisas. Pequenas, desde todos os ângulos e. Todo el...
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Orange Sandalwood: EDICT
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I hereby declare (with dramatic gesture). Your falling in disgrace, from now on,. Disposessed of all the beauties. That once crowned your guilded head. For, my dear lady, I'm sorry to say,. Your characteristic radiance is long gone. It does not reach my soul anymore,. And the once luminous wake of your steps. Rests on a puddle of fading memories). By virtue of this decree,. I reclaim everything mine,. Up to the last word and deed,. Every intention or wish,. Every thought and every detour. Thus, I condemn...
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Orange Sandalwood: LA SOMBRA O LA VIDA (BREATHLESS PROSE # 7)
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LA SOMBRA O LA VIDA (BREATHLESS PROSE # 7). Una sombra lindísima y triste, tan triste y bella que, la verdad,. July 29, 2014 at 12:54 PM. July 29, 2014 at 7:45 PM. July 29, 2014 at 5:02 PM. Genial petición. Así no hay quien se resista. Ni a dar la sombra ni a lo que sea. Me ha gustado eso de la temperatura de su voz. Muy gráfico y expresivo. Buen trabajo. Leave your commentary. Thanks! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Prémio Dardos para Orange Sandalwood. Subscribe to Orange Sandalwood. 8220;Bienvenid...
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Orange Sandalwood: 2014-03
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A new place in time you are, shattering my compass card, erasing all the known coordenates and route plans forever, forcing me to learn to navigate like the ancient seamen, with an eye on a map full of terra incognita. Signs and terrible ocean monters, and the other fixed on the stars above…. I looked back at the past and felt happily confused, as if nothing I have learnt so far was relevant when I walk along these sands, and this brand-new ignorance felt invigorating like a promise. For, my dear lady, I...
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Orange Sandalwood: MAREADO
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Que mis pies recorren,. Bañados en su arena,. En su propia liturgia de olas. Y aunque no lo quiera,. Mi mente registra, ordena, clasifica. Y en las cosas va poniendo. Números e índices,. Recibe el aroma,. El perro que ahuyenta la gaviota. Y de repente, un clamor indecible. Irrumpe por el muelle que mis pies caminan,. Hecha de viento y espumas húmedas y. Pero no era indecible? 8230; es un agua alta y bellísima. Que me llueve encima,. Que me encharca de sal y viento,. Que me marea,. Me desnuda de mi mente,.
