POETRY WRITTEN BY Blanca Luz Camucet
I remember that I began to write poetry when I was a girl, I could play with these words, or I need use more words to say something that I know his exact mean.
My mother, she told me somes poetries that she would know.
My father, he pleased when we (I and my sisters) recited poetries
for his friends.
The friendship
If the friendship did not exist,
to the wind, to the sea, I will tell my pains,
they with a whisper say so many things to me,
that already pain don't have.
It will console to me with the strenght of the rock,
with the sweetful of the breeze,
that caresses my hair like mother.
But even,
I prefer to have you
like my friend.
Venice
They are your gondolas,
they are your channels, your water streets,
they are your glad and old walls ,
in you one mixes melancholy and happiness.
Tapeworm you appear to the world and mysterious,
which secrets they hide in each corner,
which laughter of children cheers your city,
which loves are being born in each hotel,
in each restaurant, each gondola,
in each water bus, boisterous boats,
plenty of laughter, conversations and smiles
the days pass and I don't forget you.
I never could know if they were your scents,
if the sinuosities of your water,
if your gentil and amiable people,
if down your masks the pains,
they want to hide itself of glances,
the passion and the love is showed of there and there,
and the blood is full of emotions,
and I don't say nothing of your majesty ,
they are so many things, dear city,
I keep all in my heart and also in my eyes.
Where ...
Where are you today ?,
where are your thoughts ?,
where are your kisses ?,
where are your smile ?.
Today, I am needing you,
now I need your love,
I need your strong hug,
I need feel
that I'm not alone
Sunset
When I see a sunset,
I ask to the Sun,
why it is downing ?,
why it is hiding ?.
I ask me,
which it is the reason,
that the sun is sunrising,
and sunseting so much pretty.
I think that it remembers us
that the merriment that exist
in every human heart,
when we have one day more.
Remembering to Bugs Buggy ...
My dear rabbit,
you go to sky many time ago,
when my friend lost his dog,
I remember many things
that I shared with you.
When I saw you in a big jail,
you were a very little rabbit
and you were very restless,
my nephew talked with me,
because he would want it.
But I wouldn't know that
her mother wouldn't want
a new puppy in her house,
but neither I wouldn't know that
also my mother didn't like it.
The first days I must go
to my work with you,
I let stay you free in my car,
after when I get permission
from my boss, and colleagues,
I can to let stay free in my office.
I was very sad many days,
when you went out with the angels,
because I lost my best friend
and my loyal companion.
When someone tells me
that he likes kill rabbits
I feel sad again,
because I think
that isn't well to kill
only for pleasure any animal.
Always my dear Bugs Bunny,
you are in my heart
For my Pen-pal friends
In a short message or long,
we tell about our dreams,
about our lifes,
about our hopes.
Sometimes your e-mail
is a joy day for me,
in other opportunities
when you tell me your pains,
in the night I pray for you,
in my dreams talk with God,
He says me, dear no problem,
tomorrow is another day,
my angels will go to the world
and they visit your friends
then I feel that I am near you,
with my thoughts and my feelings.
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