Francisco Jesús Muñoz Soler, Spain
NATURAL SELECTION
1
LIVE
Living is an exercise in constant attitude
a drift while retaining the complex
essence of our emotions and feelings.
2 SHORT BECAUSE
Because it is brief,
cruel, terrible and merciless life
us live,
we must hold her to that on the day of our death
know that at least had the dignity
want to live,
to be kings of a tiny but splendid
glare.
3
OUR LIVES THAT ARE FRAGILE
That fragile our lives
that fleeting, that absurd
that cruel that
beautiful while they last.
4
ACCURACY
My son was predeceased by grandparents,
one did not know him, the other almost by photos,
assimilated than the grandparents die
and gives as good and natural that when grandfather die ,
in security as I ask, looking into his eyes,
have children, of course I said firmly convinced.
. ... And we in ours, as uncertain.
5
THE DENSE MEMORY OF MY CORPOREIDAD
The dense physicality of my memory
seething cauldron in the beautiful
where odors are cooked
of my realities and dreams,
is both his background and the fine line between
truth and fantasy is so imperceptible
have been mixed to form a magma
so true and clear that they could not rescue
original flavors and textures.
6
WALK To feel alive to feel alive
Walk walk walk no more sense
not move for being
as inanimate object.
give rise to light and filling them with my concerns
ethical sense and love developing my feelings in order to gratify
and endure. That
pit of my growing intimacy satisfaction
see
forged enduring values \u200b\u200b
substance future lives.
7
PATH OF LIFE "And, as you know, the lot and thought it better." FRAY LUIS DE LEON
I
With constant simplicity
in peace concert to calm the mind away
riches and honors hapless
in improved comfort after luengo
sense to recognize error, the fortunes
and my thoughts better.
II
Trying to clarify my constant doubts about the immortal soul
and original cosmic
rational culture before the coming evening
supported by the wealth of the firm
stoic and wise simplicity, nurturing
I thought.
8 NOVEMBER
NACE was born in November on a spring fall pregnant
ocher hues where only the former green
reveal real Station of our essence, yet
inflated by huge desire to strengthen and enjoy our presence
rooted to the ground, in this November
born
peaceful signals
sudden wind to lighten the tops of the trees reminds us of the brevity
and joy of our prime reasons,
that have been tracing the meaning and direction
Search
of that happiness which is singular
rewarding our roots while fertilizing our offspring, and the cool mornings
us
clothing require our intimate feelings and facts
the time November gets underway in
time and the silver snowfalls cover the meager
branches decorated and we have that point up
satisfaction that gives a good living without feeling filled
but with the palate and the senses
full, in good company
go
giving us free expired
in wakefulness.
9
NON SO I FEEL MY PRESENCE
I'm so oblivious to my presence
trapped in a changing body
imposed by circumstances and frame wrap my existence
enduring witness of my weakness,
all all depends on my stupid body
brittle and fleeting
coward on the run fleeing
forward life, collection of decrepitude
that I will inevitably lead to death.
10
THE SLOW FLIGHT OF THE HOURS
"Flee not seen, slow day, and time
secret
with demure silence about ... FRANCISCO DE QUEVEDO
I
In intimate urban scenario
remote desert in the peace that clarity mana,
through its deep windows quiet
my music and my arguments, attempt to fill this
my soul, strengthen
contemplation and bathrooms adorned with rich memories
beautiful and songbirds
intense rhythms and feverish dream of vibrant
waves "that improves the slow flight hours."
II
Food
silently tracks tricked
germinated in fleeting days, although I do not believe
despite I meet the Grim Reaper in confidence
met in timely and bitter
events but has been slowing its distance
as you grow your
shroud layer "to paint in the sediment of my limo."
III
Overcoming this fear of misery and terror
that dark space of infinite embers
unknown to nourish the dictate that everything matches when I faced
I tell you, be my consolation
sea Take me to your continued losses
find support there,
grace "to raise my soul with feet of clay."
11
THE DETERIORATION OF THE DAY IMPERCEPTIBLE
The imperceptible deterioration of soft
days of life
knife switch that runs and pours liquidly
fleeting perceptions in amber, full breaths
eternal consciousness of immortality without limits or measures that are busy
sublime greatness from tiny and fragile
resonance
the slow decline of short power forward plans to
celestial souls there from which the most intangible
that covers the quiet existence that we pray
magnificent and eternal as the forces
ask us rest.
12
BUT I HAVE MOMENTS OF JOY
Although I have moments of joy
I feel that I live my own life I'm hijacking
my time bury me of futility and loss,
to avoid this feeling starts to rust
dream my body does not corrode
frustration and anger for all that I am leaving to live and enjoy
unique and fragile in my life, I need to assume
risks necessary to climb my mountains
make my mistakes and contemplate my own sunsets,
not want to feel the need
to go back in my life
when you reach the age
to know that soon I will be dying, not
have put the value determination and the necessary delivery
to make sure you have enjoyed the fullness of my own days
.
13 DAYS NO-FLY IN MY LAND BOLTED
In my days without flight
bolted to the ground and lost her sight I
outlines the contour of the figure of my beloved tenderness,
tangible true, beautiful, well
bodily shown in the wide world of my retinas, and in that space
clear without borders, we entrust our secret
dreams imagined caressing the curves, projecting
boundless dreams
fields clinging to the ground by an anchor light
without dryness and imposture on
regulated by the endless accumulation of losses.
14 ZIGZAG the unfinished and accurate STONY
The sadness never ends, happiness itself.
why not enjoy it when it comes, is the largest
waste. Vinicius De Moraes
Weaving the endless and
rocky afflicting accurate and accompany our lives, barefoot in the fleeting
and trembling that
and transferred soft caresses of ferns
entering through the arches of the feet
to kiss in the book of our feelings, intense and penetrating
those moments
that touch, that kiss, those looks
delivered another key set that indelible memories,
be fully aware of feelings
only where the waste is not hollow.
15
GET TO THIS POINT DIFFUSE
The gods know what is coming, the men what had happened, and the sages
looming. Philostratus
Us diffuse that point where you can take away
about yourself watching the breadwinner incardinated
traveling meanders crossroads ...
recipient receiving the vibrations of the hanging. Receive
mysterious hum and move
to carry my legacy
inherent to care for my emotions and steps
the right course for the future of my future years. That
leaving my disembodied state
and longtime sailing the desired path
the galley pantry my fill of the most nutritious
knowledge and smoothness tributaries of joy to my spirit.
events in those places
find the beautiful, noble, magnificent
taste without haste, taking my time, and upon reaching
port
rise the riches that my soul yearns for the silos of Ithaca. Mariana Bernárdez
16 WIDE, deep, dense, corporeal
Wide, deep, dense, corporeal,
unit itself, creator of territory, Amazon
shelter and lavish material conveyor which is constructed dreams. Scenario
dreams of sophists and Aguirre, slow flowing
, abrupt, devastating, serene
phagocytes provider and empires of enigmatic golden
earthly and eternal. Some pass through ambitious
arteries of misery and deforestation driving
today emporium a few
a putrid swamp morning
all others find the key point of diaphragms G
ethereal space where pleasures grow to enjoy them
those who must believe that there , rowers
dreams with a sense of space and calm. Find the limo smith
opening
enigmatic point where he transcends the soul curdling and feel close
human
generates the magical sense of the fleeting and eternal time.
sailing for 17
TRIPTYCH
I
"The Loves, if they come with excessive strength,
or reputation or provided under the man "
Euripides (in the mouth of Medea)
My life passed on by the momentum of the tense bow cyprid,
its sparkle was still smoldering
reminiscent ulcerate the balance of my once quiet golden,
sad love which was powered by idyllic dreams where fascinating
torch was glimpsed
lure that led me inevitably to the field of Mars canyons.
II
"I feel pain to remember how he kissed me and artfully
leave me thinking" PAPYRUS Grenfell
unrelenting pain I feel deep in my heart when I look kind
flashing resplendent in beautiful eyelids
more innocent child, charming and good, then I remember as a cunning lips smeared
passion
golden arches in my heart and my dreams, while preparing
gusty sandstorm in the sky of my life.
III
"What do you do again? Your disposal What is the purpose?
Have not you noticed yet that you have gray hair at the temples? "
Theocritus
I let my fears and emboldened by foolish dreams and alienated I drag
to succumb again
the most bitter of grim misery,
my new age now I am dedicated to discrete
noble thoughts away from the ashes of my passion held,
... sensible voyage wish my days, hopefully in Ithaca is Aphrodite.
18
FIND HARD FEELINGS ANTHROPOLOGICAL
"I am moved by the little wisdoms that any death
dies" JORGE LUIS BORGES
Find arduous anthropologists
emotions of the sensations experienced, able to rescue
tiny
essences still seething at unexpected frequencies
rubbing with the textures of our finite bodies, plunging the interiors
mazes of our bowels, seasoned
of unknowns, a dial found yet.
magnificent sea poured in to the river of life the knowledge
jingles, sound affects and thoughts,
bygone images captured by eye, the magic
endemic transmitting life energy, which magma
receive these essences when self dies
may not again be the intimate and essential wisdom
because the memories are mixed with dreams, and all carry a
in Alexandria.
19
BELIEVE IN U.S. CURRENCY UNIT
"But theologians say that the shadow of another kingdom
later I will be waiting for me" JORGE LUIS BORGES
believe in the unity of us divisible
without losing our integrity and identity, despite losing
our hardware
and being aware of our current dependency on it,
to be the voice of thought and where we feel the echo
as we ourselves without our brain
and detached from neurons and physical frailty,
how we communicate and with whom or who
when we get into the unfathomable shadow
and we are waiting.
20
if we discovered THE TRUTH
If we were to discover the truth of what really we would fold
earth and sky, and then it would
of us in this trouble
where people kill for God, we would
free or helpless,
would enjoy the tranquility and light penaríamos
or darkness, rejoice in the meantime
doubt.
21
LIVE, LIVE THE TRUTH
It is a truism that life is a dream dream
a slight floating in our memory, but
is it perhaps not, our memories flow
diffuse light and volatile
nebula revealed by that time heals all wounds they say
but what it does is remove the gaps in pain, give perspective resigned
year, filled with absences
that were once rooted
us the best and worst, of what surrounded us and were,
preserving the illusion that we not devour this
and landing on the shores endless redemptive
of whirlpools called Eternity ,
in this sequence which will be incognito
our beautiful doubt, do not know who we are and we know we will be
and how we, beautiful and inevitable,
but while here we are, live, really live.
In memory of Emily Dickinson
22
EVENING FLAME OF YOUR VOICE
"I just want the quiet, the murmur of your voice veiled" WALT WHITMAN
In crystal balance, moderation, serenity,
prepared my heart for your tongue
ex and wish my time, waiting porch
the magnificent moment of peace desired
high full of compassion and knowledge, essential
men sounds all voices
structured
vertices linking us with the clarity that shines
nexus of thought and love true, the tender feeling
spiral of my soul
rise to the cadence of the cooing
of voice calls to your evening.
23
FEEL feel like feel like feel
is turned off while fulgida
feel the transformation in myself as his blood
fills me
coursing through my veins and sweat off my body sweats ,
the heart beats in my chest
passionate as his gaze
the horizon of my dreams,
means so much to me I have no thoughts
where there is not no life to share, I live in two permanent
.
24 DO NOT KNOW IF I WILL ROCK
"Again Love, under his dark eyelids
me setting the tender gaze of her eyes"
IBICO
I do not know if I will stop at the rock
my shameful despair in the icy rush
greedy guzzling acolytes lovely Aphrodite nutritional
magma
overcome by spells which were thought skillful deceit, desire no glimpse
never Leucadia had already
brew ration for extended cyprid within me
with fearful caution
yield to the eyes that gleam with bundles of tenderness in inextricable
the inmost shrine of my soul,
not know if I take the steep
the beautiful light that bubbles beneath the dark
but I will not perish in the hollow monotonous
fixing
neck of indifference which I will not continue sitting without Odysseus Penelope
and looks great ugliness afraid.
ESE 25 DEEP HOLLOW
That gaping hole in the space we inhabit
hardness of the outlines of a painful void, weightless heaviness
holds my dream
fibers feeding my essences
groundless expectations and as I
away from the space we inhabit as a probe
your no chasing me.
26
CORPÓREA TONE OF SILENCE sound of silence
Corporal
drowned by my tears
aquifer and your eyes
harbinger of a hole so present and invisible as nudity
of my wishes
those that crackle
in the absence of
secrets we will never
.
27
LOVE IS PARADISE
"Love is not a paradise, is loss of consciousness
personality"
ANTONIO GALA
paradise Love is not only in
the Eden
Platonic world where the gods enjoy pleasures, in our arid world
is stripped of conscience, were torn off piece by piece
which
Thumb deposited on the busy road reduced
segments of our personality,
to decrease when the primordial fire
have gone north or back to the source.
28
NOT WANT TO KNOW THE LIMITS
I do not know the limits of my aural world
comfortable embrace
fences that define my current residence I have a language
so huge and high in the
vertical sword not let the sun of the words I love the continuing uncertainty
the intangibles that expands my domains
with outposts of syllables forming brackets rich
phonemes,
I break all
Finistère Domenico
spongy fertile silt and delight,
stop being ignored
scenarios
my troubled steps and if grass-eater my hesitations
fire atmospheres and meanings
away large formations of proparoxytone
slopes and irregular components which ensures that my body
poetic mantra
of fins, wings, gills, and dizziness, vertigo
to scroll to whip
membranes of my poetry and they sprout
my sound silences conquest
rams himself, go into the infinite
open where they hide my fears
and the spiral of my lexicon
I suck my ignored.
29
WANT TO FIND THE PROPER PSALMS
I find the appropriate
to recite psalms and repeating
Navajo shaman to bear the words, that my mouth
saliesen
walk and to form a voice
genuine original and magical, their constant intonations
multiply the magic of words and their wealth
support
pillars of my creative writing, finding scattered essences
from the radiant sun of my
Spain in the imagination of my Arizona
charged shamans, syllables, words and flavors.
30
poetic objects "is less a style than a transmitter of thoughts" WALT WHITMAN
I
In the firm belief that personality character gives
Complete
poet in developing its edges
the zeitgeist
in harmony without longing to give his concession speech
best auto
the clearest signal transmitting
thought
III
Since the signal
subtly lit space to create the sound stage
opponent of laws
time auscultation fire of pristine voice
molding forms of multiple characters
receptor transmitting spirit as elusive.
31
STIMULATION IS STILL "is still stimulative, spreading across the land
bloated, the moose" JOHN KEATS
In this world so subtly bloated
where we consume copious crying meninges
and white and gray matter
accommodated in parsimony and desist
languor of feeding from rich beauties
cross a channel openings
feelings of pleasure that catalyze these wishes and thoughts
incipient or full of Essential
those initiatives that distinguish us in the animal kingdom
simple beings, skillfully trained. In this land
systematically bloated
stimulus is needed irreverent
of mediocrity we lift the poetry.
32
Primal Devastation
not handle my palms and my emotions
airy and free, without macula
recipient of boundless understanding
to reverse its contours
and enslaving me and sever
by his indomitable conviction,
if you want your fill of free crystalline,
not deny their rights to vent their thirst
from the principles on which the molecule of hydro
the daybreak of his designs,
to nourish the morning lights brightness of light and dark
satiated their beauty
if you want the pipes of my palms
inappropriate and clay castings
outlining the edges of my freedom which
shoes of china to reduce the basis of my balance before birth
my hands.
33
an insatiable Injustice
You're devour the world, devouring emptiness
centuries and worlds,
like a huge tomb.
Damaso Alonso
An injustice insatiable devouring the world, in these times where
wonders and gadgets
lead us to explore celestial constellations, be exercised
fuel, a certain future
bar code and guarantee of success
where valuable rise on the poor,
no place for the weak at that stage
profiling towards progress in the weeded
herbs dwindling
just stay succulent medium firewall
to exercise while the machine fed
generates welfare
waste and opulence of the few, on all
under hollow sky, vast emptiness
where dead piglets, paid
certainty of the best of all possible worlds,
as forest land burned stay
the millions of dreams that will expire before sprouting
in the darkness of the black shadow.
Twenty thousand children die every day from preventable causes
34
of inclement SPECTRAL DANCE WHITE COLLAR
"The mask dance between columns of blood and hurricane numbers
Among gold and groans of unemployed workers" FEDERICO GARCÍA
Spectral
LORCA
harsh dance on grueling
white collar bone network vessels of gold
holds that on murky waters
starving and walking bottomless abyss. Centuria
without learning or responses to the columns of needy blood thirsty
viscous lubricant greed, insatiable
Pantagruel
flow feast where all the arteries vomit.
Low calcium grid where they dance
innocent drinkers tears
tubers sprout arms of shadows, tentacles wrap
cuttlefish ink and blinding of poor children. Labyrinth
tumultuous
bottomless fall of clocks without hands, or north cliff of orbits
unceasing clear eyes that the dancing meringues mounted
silver feet.
Rugen million blind worker ants
aspiring heavenly worlds of faith and obedience unchanged, disconsolately gemidoras
details that make up hurricanes
gold teeth.
35
AURORA "The dawn comes and the night gets in your mouth
because there is no tomorrow and hope possible. FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
I-AURORA IN THE HUDSON BAY
auroras are emerging in the deepest night
exhaled by the time stopped tundra where the dawn
rests in the belly of the snows set
dance forms and breath of life,
of spectral spirits frolicking in the wilderness like children
livid through shamans,
purifies the nebula of the vastness of the open
guiding their daily experience the silence of the dark
clarity of paradise twilight.
II-AURORA IN THE HUDSON RIVER MOUTH
auroras are clearly emerging in the most terrible
at dawn
fooled by artificial light colored cement swarms of heaven, kingdom
laws everyday hustle and cries of anguish
where numbers
walk quietly devouring families in cold bowls of mud. Hudson
lead no hope for the twenty-six possible
thousand children die every day
welcomes the true light of the post.
36
IN THESE TIMES PERFO
decoy "The poet despídanlo!
not come into play
spends his days brooding "HEBERT PADILLA
In these treacherous times
snares dizzying speed of a disjointed
us we slice the intimate substance critical shear discharges
with density, with
overlapping impacts appropriate responses
our
crave to know, to object, to interpret music
the meanings of words. In this scenario spectral
dreamless
no room for the game
unlikely to reflect on the tricks
producing colors
numbers that charge added notionally
values \u200b\u200binto beautiful panels that obscure aseptic
exercises Abundantly shed blood of
insignificant and just losers. In these difficult times
soulless
there is no gap on the shelves for debtors,
for leisurely musing of fools
always trying to find meaning,
essence, instead of accepting the game
marking the inexorable, stony inertia
solid foundation of the perfect world
plane which bothers the edges of the poets.
.
37
GINSBERG clearly had
"and send this message to young people
despising the poor and the liberal Jesus meaos
The message is Compassion cause the fall of Wall Street"
ALLEN GINSBERG I
Ginsberg was clear to almost his deathbed
after kicking the monster's entrails
to smell their excesses and bite their viscera,
knew where he saw the danger the devourer of everything grindable
the insatiable maw monster fireproof
excretory incontinent wretched poor guano fertile
collars of shirts, flowers and neat,
should not have compassion for the payment of
losers because they would lose their seed-germinating substance adelgazarían
and also the just wallets
support a path of security and progress.
II Go and meaos in latrines where the poor dwell
those who have what they deserve, ugly and unhappy, asocial
lazy, dirty and unbelievers to pray if they pray to a god
unfair to those who protect her kingdom
in this land of heroes, villains, winners and pathetic,
do it and acted in good conscience because it is written
and good stock is the duty of defending
word is assigned to you and your just privileges.
38
BURNED ALL THE PREMISES
Calcinara all farms,
dreams and what it takes
to obtain or maintain their privileges,
the find wrapped up in all the ideas, hopes
all in all the faith,
transparent, safe, but serving
and corrupting the sweetest poison.
injustice has engulfed
parents, and leads many worlds and centuries, and has no basis
because it comes at the bottom depths of humanity. Mal
despite us.
39
'M JUST SEEMS
"When the same dream I'm alone I reach out
not see the gap" Gastón Baquero
seems I'm alone in eternal soliloquy, far, far away
of the great light of the island in gloom
industrious, construction of deep
silences and gaps as my cold trap vacuum
envelops me like a persistent dream of bliss with caresses
lead me and bring me into paths of palms
, ghosts of silent
lactating udders the silent face of nothingness.
If
think I'm just living in a world of darkness
order a breakaway, but dream
because I have no
or silence or the great light that causes shadows
of mangoes, if I was Gastón Baquero. 40
ROPES RUMORS TRAI, RUMORS OF EAST
An apple will always be a lover but a lover
can never be an apple "FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA
brought ropes Rumors, rumors of reliable
Caravan East incense and musk,
in Mesopotamia supplies beyond beautiful apple trees grafted
collected in primitive flowering seasoning
sunrises and respond to the blind of the scale,
with golden eyes and smooth skin fruit still intact
of wanton bite but vain
seeds
morning wishes the lee of battles fires back,
plead the magnificence of divine balance and broody
pears turned limbo. Rumors
brought ropes, rumors of East
caravans humps and tongues of snakes
one of the shiny apple grafted
the most innocent, fresh and attractive, was accused of fondling the night
sting of pleasure and its interior nefarious
collapsed walking wombs giving birth to snakes
knives in fresh juices seed multipliers;
blood snatched
silenced by hemp and purity needed gravity, bringing ropes
rumors, rumors of East
caravans of spices and apples from snakes.
41
Camille Claudel
Since the unknown and abandoned tomb
Where wasting time and space consciousness
backbone of
memory and cold From the unnamed prison where the bones forged
ashes and food germinate lips livid skies throw
From invisible
to imagine days without
scenarios without chipping sizes of molded
From the distant approach of Westfall
blood fangs
harsh lunar eclipse Gaia Torn From the windows
a preclusive time inherent freedom of the inherent nature
The motion captor
Since the full moon of the sharp detail provided
Atalaya broadcaster of emphasis
That lights the dark side of things
From the completeness of the search path
Fragrant Melody
future time Away from the footsteps of his courageous steps
From the father, and overflowing joy
The strong complicity of dreams and ideals
From the stoup: Camille Ferrand
Orlando
A
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IN
WARS wars in
reality always exceeds what is seen
and what is imagined,
sublimation is the most abject and cruel
people.
43 SOMETIMES WHEN YOU BECOME
Sometimes when we
your evening
therapy and bare the long avenue I have the loving impulse
letting
get ahead and take a few steps in perspective for
carefully watch you slowly feel as far as you're winning
see
autonomy and increases your natural beauty.
The good son of the world.
44
HOPE
hope that common sense
not understand or accept.
I pray to God that my common sense
is a bucket of water in the ocean of understanding.
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