Lo que es y no es

El spleen es un mundo de poesía que no es poesía, de pensar y decir, sin decir ni pensar. Les comparto el aliento de mi travesía poética en las letras y los signos que no dicen nada y lo dicen todo. Esto es parte de mi etéreo paso por este sitio de antaño y de siempre, de nunca olvidado. Porque me atrevo a pronunciar lo que no está escrito, a ver en el vacío lo que falta. Son tejidos de palabras, garabatos de sonidos que se pueden pronunciar en el aire o en silencio, donde juego a crear metáforas, símbolos, analogías y más; así como salen del alma, de la mente, del corazón, del Spleen, puros y honestos, sin corregir ni tallerear, eso viene después....

El Spleen


En francés spleen representa el estado de melancolía sin causa definida o de angustia vital de una persona. En alemán, la palabra "spleen" denota a alguien continuamente irritable. En China, el spleen representa uno de los fundamentos del temperamento y se supone influye el poder de la voluntad. En este espacio te invito a conocer el spleen que me embarga y el que embarga a la humanidad.

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Colección de tuit poemas (@laruskhi)

1.      There is a fine line, thin line, where the result of coexistence fractures into isolated deceases.
2.      I looked through the horrors of the night. In the wreck of life, in the passages of death, in each I found your name engraved.
3.      Away from the spectre spiral of my mind, I fall upon where memory lies between two lungs and a broken soul.
4.      The mist came down with a tear drop of stale memories. The owl sang at the dawn. The obliteration start.
5.      A serpent down the road whisper gentle out loud the dark, the horrors in the nite will hunt us while we seek the light.
6.      In the attic of random it will arise deep than darkness with fury and retaliation.
7.      Let me slide into the darkness mist and sleep away with the raven song.
8.      At the edge of the shadows there will be no remembrance that beholds the distance.
9.      End the endless on behalf of continuity and reverie.
10. There is no shelter no place no path. I belong beneath the moon with no being. Just a whisper breath down the morning dew.
11. There is no fence nor horizon, just the pure pattern of distance where to seek where to die limitless.
12. Utterance runs, speechless towards free land.
13. Space when self demons are bigger than the soul and void swallows from the inside out.
14. Between oakdark and redamber a shimmer light tremors beneath the hollow sigh.
15. Deep sigh, a hollow space beholds a memory set in oblivion.
16. I close my eyes and the whole universe expands into a folded lightyear of agony fall.
17. I will dive into the wilderness of infinity, will take that route not so faraway from time nor from agony throbbing shed.
18. Long the distance tighten the space, a hollow roar, a hallway silence numb at the end.
19. The rain speaks thunders of a dryness willow that drowns away in the fire ladder of hope.
20. A desert line will over come at the night of lone some.
21. I saw into the vortex an endless future dyed with bittersweet longing depth. Never less thorn, never less joy.
22. In a desert-land of void chimes raucous a herd of memory scars.
23. Under the veil of the same lays away the flow of a nocturne bright held on a tremulous doubt.
24. Deep down in the blue some of hollow arises a profound surd sight, announces a bare numb existence, the whole tide fury strikes.
25. In the darkness of the slough rebirths the whiteness of hope.
26. In the light of a breath comes out an ocean sky disguise as remembrance.


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