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Haiku

haiku

luna nascosta -
il tonfo d'acqua fa volare l'assiolo

Laura Lapietra

segnalata da Laura Lapietra sabato 12 ottobre 2024

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Ecos De Hispanidad

Ecos DE Hispanidad

Bajo el sol ardiente de España,
tierra de sangre y pasión vibrante,
cada piedra cuenta una historia,
cada viento susurra leyendas antiguas.
Las calles de Barcelona serpentean
como serpientes de oro,
mientras flamenco y guitarra
bailan en el aire, ardientes e intensas.
Las campanas de Sevilla suenan,
llamando a reunir recuerdos
de toreros y gitanos, de amor y sacrificio,
un eco de épocas lejanas.
En las calles de Granada, los mosaicos de la Alhambra
reflejan la luz dorada
y el canto de una época morisca
que aún vive entre las sombras de los cipreses.
Y allá, entre los viñedos de la Rioja,
el vino fluye como un río de rubí,
trayendo consigo el sabor de la tierra,
riqueza que nutre alma y cuerpo.
En cada mirada, en cada risa,
vive la hispanidad,
fuego que arde en los corazones,
llama que nunca se apaga,
canto eterno de una cultura
que florece a través de los siglos.
La sombra de los castillos, el sonido de las gaitas gallegas,
el calor de los abrazos, la dulzura de las palabras,
todo se funde en un mosaico de vida,
que cuenta el orgullo de ser hispano,
de llevar en el corazón
la historia de un pueblo invencible,
que en los colores de su bandera
encuentra la fuerza para soñar,
amar y vivir,
siempre, con pasión.

Laura Lapietra

segnalata da Laura Lapietra venerdì 11 ottobre 2024

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My Freedom

My Freedom

My freedom
is a unique expression
of the sincere soul
when it glides like an eagle
at high altitude
in determination,
not pliable
to others' maneuvers.
In the rhythm of my
pure and rugged heart
that beats only
for its conscience
reflected in justice,
free from all corruption.
My freedom
breathes only its own
audacity in escaping
from murky waters
where it would foolishly drown, knowingly guilty.
My freedom
is a journey
with no return,
not understood by many,
dark for many,
but it is a bright blaze
and tangible scourge
when it extends its
mighty hand
to offer sure help
to the needy throng!
Oppose me
as much as you want
with spider silk
to degrade the footprints
of my irreproachable identity
that crushes you,
oh beautiful face of coarse bronze,
if you please, but...
My freedom will remain
a state of
absolute autonomy,
essentially felt
as a right,
and as such guaranteed
by a precise
unyielding will,
not tradeable
to a differently honest public,
in their movements,
in the path of their
hardened delirium.
Far from me,
oh cage of the yoke,
the hidden shadow
to entangle my wings,
or I will be a burning sword
to disarm you
from the tattered clothes
you possess,
blind fool,
that predominant fate
wraps you
that would want to entangle me,
and I assure you,
will never succeed.

Laura Lapietra

segnalata da Laura Lapietra venerdì 11 ottobre 2024

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haiku

haiku

il muschio all'ombra -
le prime luci d'alba
tra rami spogli

Laura Lapietra ©

Laura Lapietra

segnalata da Laura Lapietra giovedì 10 ottobre 2024

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Words And Words

Among the folds of listening
the misunderstood opens chasms
in silences filled with unease,
your glances branch out ancient memories on the windowsill
of life written
in my pages
still virginal,
timid to reveal
to my heart,
reflected in yours so sincere
that it still nourishes barefoot hopes
on paths of non-extinction.
Slowly dance and press on
words and words
chasing breaths
of suspended moments
in my friendly arm,
that gathers pauses
setting tears
thirsty for love,
I gently kiss one
on your beautiful rosy face
savoring the candor
of its melancholy
cradled not for me!
I smile at you, dim,
letting myself sink
into my unconfessed error
of loving you in shadow
again and again,
and like a fugitive I avoid
entering into you
into your ebony eyes
blind and deep
like unexplored galaxies.
Scent of brugmansia
draws wonder
on your lament
full of nostalgia
untying you from its ribbons
that hold back
your gray rhymes.
Now you smile sighing
with your beloved flowers,
those angel trumpets
that resemble
your moods
of pedunculate words
set on the pavement
of rejected naked reality,
but among them
I see the most beautiful flower,
most splendid and imposing,
uncultivated innocent beauty
that gathered in my hands
is always you giving
dazzling emotions
of authentic certainties,
in that rare uniqueness
that gives life
to your loving gaze,
that everything for me
I would have wanted it to be,
to smile with you in love.

Laura Lapietra ©