sábado, 20 de agosto de 2011

EL SUEÑO DEL CELTA DE MARIO VARGAS LLOSA



TOKIO OF MARIETTA MORALES RODRIGUEZ



Ive never been to Tokyo , but l feel l ve been in Tokyo , that strange feeling entering a city from the narrative point of view is mind blowing . l guess it s a city where all the lonely inhabitants of the world and building more depressing , that all goes with your eyes tired from spending hours at the computer . Whether its people only drink mineral water and spend most of their time lockend in hotels , and having sex with strangers , before going to a virtual conference . A virtual world where the play of emotions do no enter . The heart stopped later with the last cries before entering the shower and are rather imaginary friends . l look caminantod the streets of Tokyo with the sad face and the plane ticket to my hometown . l see armies of ants in the tables and millions of notebook at the corners . l surf the internet in search of a good friend and l face with closed eyes , because Tokyo entered muy soul like a knife cold at night .

martes, 16 de agosto de 2011

UNTITLED POEM OF MARIETTA MORALES RODRIGUEZ



One night into your room and go
to the top of your bed .
to explore new territory
key where my flag in the tip of
your chest .
Full story labyrinths walked ,
small cities and vi on the tip of your feet .
Those small soldiers made me shudder .
Bebi each of these people
your like a cup of hindu ,
moisture in the snow .

HEAVY RAIN HITS OF MARIETTA MORALES RODRIGUEZ



Rain hits hard in the desert ,
whip your wet
in the face of the hills .
Wounded by the ambitions of men .
Rain go old houses
your anger to the misery .
Shattered glass at dawn
children´s loss .
In the heart ofe the virgin black
the horizon of old shgoes
along a power line .
The face of the women of the broom .
The desolation of not having
an umbrella to frighten the rain .
Rain in pop rooms
your mudslides ,
she is angry force of the desert .
Lady rain is furious ,
surging house , neigborhoods , schools and heaven .

HE NEVER KNEW LOVE OF MARIETTA MORALES RODRIGUEZ



He never knew love ,
looking towards the ground ,
in the field after the rain .
Invoke the love in force
the arms of the rowers .
Bars of fire
looking for the muses dodge .
The perfect beautiy loves
photographs of hair salons .
Walking the tacos selfishness .
The muses not weave scarf winter arrives
he never knew love
despite draw hearts
the soul of its fine gelida muses

HORN OF AFRICA OF MARIETTA MORALES RODRIGUEZ



Earth song to arid and dry
the heart of men ,
write your story with the pain of
the lack of rain .
In the horn is lifted
in the solitude of misery .
Children run in the jungle
looking for a breath of hope
horn of africa pop fury in the map
of the universe ,
in a frenzied dance looking for the
bread of the depth of the earth .
The wind the vertebras of those little black souls .
In the burial of a sunset ,
dance with the lions .
Write in the heart of men .
The history of the table without
bread and cheese
world write letters of hope
look at the black souls of small .
That cling to earth
the horn of africa ira .