Poemas en Inglés. Poems

Camy

SILENCE

Flower is a word that
Nature does not say.
But she write in her diary
many times.
A silent man writes
of flowers in the thoughts
of his hidden intimacy.
Only de wind knows the secrets
of a burgeoning world.
Only the wind is losing
blossoms
on a journey of silence.
Only the wind knows the seeds
that one day will break the fear,
of each man
So he may find
his own flower.

Julie Sopetrán

 

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Dialogos

The bow is waiting for the arrow in the archer’s hands
There is a target and a fletching and a riser, and the string
And the Strength…dawn and first is the argument force
Up is the power; in front is the passion, inside the beauty
The walls are made of velvet pink, blue, and gray
When you arrive in the inner space it is full of music. Viola, violin, and the triangle…
Made the gravity, the elopement, the brain drain, the fleeting and the fury
To be inside is difficult but never impossible
For it is the sacred dwelling
Where angels rest in the upper circle or vault made of fiver
I feel the vigor of the cycles and the moon organized in rivers
My emotions rivers that melt ovaries’ snow, sweet water
In the virtual canal of my senses, of my bravery feelings
Or my romantic sensibility in my way of Love
Because Love is the language, only Love
I follow and perceived the meaning of my sex, my pure sex
My complete speaker in this false and vicious world
I am talking about my vagina and still I blush
Religion is on my back, heavy, intrusive, and intolerant but,
Not anymore, I broke the chains, today I feel happy talking with myself
I know it is goodness inside my goddess
I appreciate the pleasure to be a woman, a woman forever
And I play with my angels

© Julie Sopetrán

 

 

 

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ANCESTRALS

I remember
When I was a drift
Yes, millions of years ago
Before I was a woman
I float and float and just keep on floating
One day I was in the Atlantic Ocean
Another day I crossed the Pacific
I went to see my friends
They were living in the coral banks
I grew up in the sea
But I am almost the same
As I was when I was seven
And I have thousands of wings
That only you perceived!

 

                                                                  ©Julie Sopetrán

 

 

 

 

 

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TOWARD THE WEST

Because I awake everyday
And I am a daughter of time
I feel the light growing
Like a white tongue
Speaking to my senses.
I feel the quiet beat of the tree
Between the savage hands of the earth
Giving its force and tenderness.
I feel the beating sun in my eyes,
And love in the endless lips
Of a happiness interminable and fragile.
Because I awake everyday
I am going slowly
Behind the steps of the sun
Toward the west.

Julie Sopetrán

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NECESSITY

I have need of God.
Although it is useless
To tread in the dust
To excavate the soil
To embrace the air
To caress the light
To gaze fully at the blue
Or lose it in the valley.
To stop to take the hope from an orchard
Even to throw a kiss to space
That screams of love to things untouched.
I have need of God
Until I can feel myself accompanied by all mankind.

Julie Sopetrán

 

 

 

I can not image
How it will be night
in our arms.

 

 

THE OTHER MUSIC

A prelude of voices is lost everyday.
There are words that blossom
And rise aloft and grow.
They are lost, they fly,
They are like dust in the arms
Of the sun, an invisible veil,
The union of a prodigious essence.
How many millions of flocks
Of words fall into the vacuum,
Or are transported to the blue!
They are like incense
Reassuming the mass
And expressing the song of humanity.
But how many words, mute,
Stay with the foresight
Of our feelings.
Music that nobody hears,
That nobody prays,
That remains a prisionr
In the arcanum of the heart.

Julie Sopetrán, 2003

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OUR HAPPY MOMENTS

The clown is not a man
Is he a ghost?
No. No. I more, is almost your own self
With a painted face!
Is a geture crossing space
As a guardian reinbow?
No. No. Is more than bright colours.
Listen your laugh: a guffaw, cackle, haw haw
Touching your skin or running in your blood
Like opulent rivers and cascades
Drenched dryness, heading security
And for a moment world disappear!
Yes, and you laugh and laugh
Happy… And after? Tell me after…?
Well, only the Polar Bear -we saw at the zoo-
Returned the earthly balloon
To your hands.
And where is the clown?
Inside.

Copyright 2003 – Julie Sopetran

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IN THE CENTER

Labyrinth is not here
There are not centers
There are margin´s circunferences
Limits of contemplations
There is the periphery
Where people care each other
We are in the center of unity, espace, time.
The intemporal feeling of Love and Life
There are so many streets, ways, legends,
Hurry, Urgency, noises, commotions,
Disorder, violence…
I only need a creator, creatura, someone
Who will care for Beauty,
for a point of light
for a dream for the spirit
For the precious stone of the heart
Beating labyrinths with our feet, souls,
With our hands:
Yes. We make the Paradise!

Julie Sopetrán, 2003

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MYSTERY

The way is inside
And over the cave
The snail sleep
Under the road
Truth retain.

Julie Sopetrán, 2003

Yun

ENCOUNTER

Green, brown, almost blue
Your river flow
And detaint my ayes
In the profound grave
Extreme, intense, bright, graceful,
Clean water of feelings writing poems
And nothing is intentional
There are only colors surrounding us
A sensitive compound coming from earth
From sea, from sky, from rivers
The pleasing ecstasy
Is to be at the bottom
To letting go forward by draughts
Until I meet you there
At the sea!

Julie Sopetrán, 2003

NASA

BLOOD IN BLUE

Words, words, words…
Made of blood and blue
A dragonfly, seahorses,
Angles, bubles,
Gems, drops, embraces…
Earth, space, words!
Playing, flying, flutter
Running the red skay
Of feelings.

Julie Sopetrán, 2003

NUDE

She never will be free
Her veil is made of clouds and knots
She is a bride waiting alone
The power is made from creation
The ornament force the order
Only the sea can help her
To be herself
naked!

Julie Sopetrán, 2003

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INTERIOR SEA

The mountains made a circle
It is an ancient sea and sad
Dry up inside
Dreams were desolated by the steppe
The winds dispersed Beauty
As a present arid painting
Made with the hands of Tranilvania´s hills
In love, always in love
With the Carpato´s mound!
Arid painting of sand
The colourful mud
The pebbles from the Alpes
Dunes, lagoons, rivers: Danuvio, Drave…
Something is missing
Balaton lake as a little sea
Smiles!
And its big sweet heart
Is beating absences.

Julie Sopetrán, 2oo3

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FRIENDS

Mirrows, bubles, peace…
It is raining over ours heads
And you are in the center
Painting lights from my heart
Tears, smiles, the grass is wet
The table ready
Our hands express the movement
We har playing with sunrise
The wine is old
We change the world
Our carefreee intimate life!

Julie Sopetrán, 2003

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CLOSE DISTANCE

Stepping, she uses her feet to connect the distance
In between
The distance from here to there
The space between us
Between you
Between me
She steps hesintantly
But makes it a big step
Does she complete the leap
A leap of faith
A leap of gesture
What will make it complete?
Who is to say what completion is?

Julie Sopetrán, 2003

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AUTOBIOGRAPHY

Unique in my I´m
Another one does not exist
Neither I seem to your eyes
Not to your tact
Neither to your mouth, your hands,
Nor your laughter
You in you are diferent
And different I am
I feel the knowledge magic that I exist
The blessed madness of knowing to me
Single I in the way of my same one
Nobody is worse than I
Not matter how hard it wants
And i want to be better, always I attenpt
Plus anybody it can be
To me although it wanted
Only in my I am night of my day
And shining light of my night I am
God me made single in my
the life is mine!

Copyright 2003, Julie Sopetrán

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THE ANGEL´S SILK

Water Skay Sea
The land is blue and green. And more…
The Earth dispair
Between your hands
Where are the trees, the smiles?
The kisses of Love?
Everything is silk
Like a blue veil over th wind
Moving in your and my eyes
Clothes Transparency Mirrows
Like invisible doves playing in the air
In the waves of our souls
There is the angel´s silk
Matter, Bodies, Stones, Beaches…
Playing, playing with us the blues
There is no end, there is no end
Between the angel´s silk
And you
And me
And she.

Julie Sopetrán, copyright 2003

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THE ARDENT SHADOW

Words are golden
As the eyes of the cat in the dark night
In front of my flash light
Surprised it when was watching the moon.
My tongue is quiet testing the brevity
Of experience
There are not monosyllables
Only a noisy sight in the deepest music
Of my free verse
Words are also red inside my body
As the fire in the mirror
As a fan turning the air yellow
As a wed sex before lightning
As a rape pomegranate full of sweet blood
Or gorgeous gems incrusted the pleasure of my
Tongue
Because I know, you are in my tongue
When I named you
But also, when my saliva perfumed your kisses
Sex between the harvests white fields
Black, red, yellow, black holeIn the labyrinth centre of my life
As a silence tongue shadow
Expressing music!  Julie Sopetran

CARRIED BY THE SOUND

 

 

I am hearing your heart, your arms…
Muving the space in your walking
Your legs, your feet, your body
In harmony with the deepest notes
In the way to the stars
It is your strong decision who interpret the B flat
Probably you ignore how musical you are
Your paths walk is an earthly sound wave
Crossing black holes
I see you going surrounded by prodigious trees
By the a lighting hummed sex
You are including in this cosmic performance
Where the typical piano is almost broken
Your hot decisive walk impresses me
Trillions of stars flows making forms your image
Cavities, fingers, branches, divine caves
Extending your movement away
From your central blue and black-pink
Aptitude!

Julie Sopetrán

WALKING UP MYSTERYS   

There are not streets
I am thinking about you and I grow
As a woman In my way is not resentful is not past
Is not future
Only I feel the red clods-earthly-grass at the moment
Sometimes it is an even layer of snow
And I grow because the sky is bright
As your colours
And I open my arms to the puzzling fable
Of your ayes.

Julie Sopetrán

 

 

 

 

 

 

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DEEP DOWN IS BEAUTY           

We don´t need to talk
our hands express the silent around the river
Our ayes rest in the water
Fingers flowers are flavouring the trees
The path of the border sings the distance
And there is a bird learning to say something
As a baby dream full of doubts
Is the silent embroidery by the evergreen?
What makes me think about equivocal?
The chaos is magic
The blade the leaf reflects existence
And you are here
Touching my soul
What else you want to know?
The clay is in the bottom of the river.

Julie Sopetran

 

 

 

 J and Wise

JUST LOVE ME

…and nothing else can be
the same
my friendmy dress has winds
my ayes shine and grow
my body is bright
as a magician in the center of the world
and all is because you
you just love me.

Julie Sopetrán

OUTSIDE THE ROAD

Who said are all we alone?
No. No. This is not so.
At least I am not alone
Because I can dance,
turn, gyrate, excite, seduce, suggest
And open my arms, my legs, and my love
And dance, dance, dance

Alone?
No, never alone
I dance and rejoice with myselff
I listen to te music within me
And it is the stars tha really invites me
To dance!

Julie Sopetrán

THE TREASURE

I can be my shadow in the darkness
Or it can be be the chape of my foot
Also the stopping place where I get down
Or my be it is the invisible door beyond the stars
Hardly can be the unsymmetrical floor
Where I keep my spiritual force
And I am vigilant, armad, attentive…
You painted and I feel the splendour
of the inaccessible!

Julie Sopetrán

PREVENTION

I am a radiance bird
I come from the star
I was looking for a human:
Woman, men, man, women…
I am a human
You?
Yes
Why did you change your face?
Because I like to cover
and to keep
The light from your star.

Julie Sopetrán

Oscar R.

THIS FEMININE SENSE…

Cloudy and blue sea
Illusions
Your fantasy and my truth
Are revealing meanings
Of existence
You are making a river
Deep inside my sea
Endless of colors: Blue
Pink…
Always returned waves
To woman fields and beaches
The crown, the flowers
The important points… the cross
The numbers
Sapphires, jewels:
My treasure
This feminine sense of water!

Julie Sopetrán

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