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Kathleen Aug 2018
Look at her,
she's remembering when she was native,
when she was Spain,
when she was Mexico
There she is now,
fondly thinking of her future;
the one where she falls into the sea.
A cluster of clothes clamped to my skin
Shreds of country flags floating in the wind
Harrowed by the heavy hollow heresy
Of humanity, scattered bribes of poesy.

But when you speak, my secluded soul
Sees the watercolor rainbow formed by four nations
Euskal Herria, France, Spain and America
You hold in your accents my tenderest childhood.

And when poets ink their nationalities
Through the diaphanous paper, light
With the burdening joy of their fatalities
I follow the trail of their voyage burning bright

Where you barred it all on the page
Shadows of lashes on your literary back
Raw and pure, rare and *****
The essences of you, self-permeating.

Aurora, your rose-kissed fingers
Skimmed your book, the imprint lingers
Surrounded by your poignant power
My quill joins your flow, serene seer.

Inspired by Aurora Vélez García
Lyon, July 5, 2018
Appoline Romanens
Written to a Spanish friend and poet, whose poetry book I had to review.
hi hello Mar 2018
I sit here
With intent to write
To finish projects due in hours
But, I stumbled,
Falling victim to media
And you were there,
A face I hadn’t seen in years
Staring at me through a cracked screen
A face that should be nothing less than framed,
Yet is shattered.

Unsure of why I left,
I can only imagine your thoughts,
Confusion may lie within you,
As it does me.

Was I making a point?
I forget.
Perhaps I should try to remember,
Or maybe I should leave it where it lay,
Blocked from any means of remembrance,
Just as I left you.

Was it mutual?
Probably.
For why else would you refuse contact
Other than to rid yourself of someone
Leaking toxicity, staining
Your Calvin Klein briefs
And Banana Republic sweaters
With their cheap ideas and faulty concepts.

I believed I wanted to be as good as you
And with you
And I still do,
Sometimes.
But, generally,
I think I’m better
Now.
Maybe.

Is this love?
I’m unsure.
I think I’m in love
Without you,
But also with you.
I have a second half,
Or maybe two,
Is this why I’ve felt dead?
Functioning at only a third
Of what I should be?
Demotivated and motionless,
Stationary,
Grounded
Due to hopelessness of a future
With you,
Without him?
There is no prosperity or happiness
In a life without either one
Of you
But maybe especially this one.

You’re 4000 miles away,
And you’re remarkable.
Congratulations.
don't you dare say "likewise"
bc Feb 2018
i walked across Spain

800km

and i thought that would do it.

apparently, it wasn't far enough...
a berth
was law
where a
squash was
a plume
in his
breath hitherto
on his
mark then
a flight
to basque
still hung
round him
in the
foothills at
the Bay
of Biscay
Me dueles alma,
traga me tierra,
me dueles,
desde aquel día
de cielo triste
hojas muertas.
Me has dejado tu recuerdo punzante,
te fuiste con tres palabras en los labios:
"No tienes Agallas"
y desde ese día me has herido dentro,
en mis venas, en mi mente
y has estado rondando en mis entrañas.

Me dueles mujer de hierro,
me dueles, por que temo
a que tengas razón.
me dueles tanto
que desde ese día no puedo ni mirarme
no recuerdo como conjugar la palabra amar,
y quizá en el fondo no encuentro agallas
para volverte a hablar.
aurora kastanias Nov 2017
When demos loses kratia
our Greek fathers shake,
their heads in disapproval
unbelieving two millennia,
myriads of wars and corpses
abused, burned, bombed,
imprisoned and enslaved,
did not suffice to effectively mutate,
a thought into a fact.

Establishing governments supposed
to ensure our rights,
cater for the enhancement
of the quality of our lives,
irrespective of gender, ethnicity,
religion, ****** inclinations,
but most of all identity,
personal fundamental beliefs.
The Universal right to think.

Impostors passing off
as modern democracies,
collectively self-labelled
the mighty Western World,
despite more than none are led
by recognised dictators we accept,
as they only harm their own
Nicaragua, Venezuela, Cuba
to mention just a few.

And though as humans
we can merely hope
for unity strive
to accomplish the utopia
respecting demos differences,
no one can condemn
members of society
exerting their right to speak,
express their thoughts and will.

If division is for some,
a plausible solution
it is not for who disagrees
to revoke democracia,
gaol ideas by incarcerating bodies
fundamentals of authoritarianism,
as Madrid calls for European
arrest warrants for perpetrators of ideas
of independence I recall

famous words from the past.
"Ideas are far more powerful than guns.
We would not let our enemies have guns,
why should we let them have ideas?"
Yours faithfully, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin.
On democracy and Spain
A tract can be coined a cake
and love of her biosphere but me
in Doeville shall rupture her mandrake
those herds of desert shores
with a torch will believe in me azores
when shy of antrorse
gypsies rebel there
as Jugendstil has accomplished Sezession
well eat lark in Catalonia
As assylum seeker Puigdemont
A tale of dawn where
my genius at play for her beads
if thunder hie will quicken quinine
why Doeville surely nigh and on route yon
that bare a drove her handkerchief spar
in field with hills to make her rich still clad in negligee
and between her steps arose Carthage in antiquity
a lore of ages to unfold Spain today
with a guitar strumming this spicy song of quest so inane
As such let us see a referendum
King Kong
in stripe
as groom
of *****  
still star  
in underworld
these legions
of force
who whatsoever
will take
her on
as siny
so Catalonia
won't dare
throng her
even today
without me
Re: Referndum in Barcelona
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