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    Poems 3,14
    Poems 3,14
    Poems 3,14
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    Poems 3,14

    By Lluís Viñas Marcus

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    Traveller, if you have arrived here, it must be to read some poems.  Why do you need a preface? Please, come in. The rest, explain it in Lacedaemon.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLluís Viñas Marcus
    Release dateMay 24, 2016
    ISBN9781310122859
    Poems 3,14
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    Lluís Viñas Marcus

    Estudió Periodismo e Historia en Barcelona. Su debut literario fue una novela larga, la Antigua Vamurta (2011), un relato de corte fantástico de 800 páginas. Obra editada  por grupo Ajec (Granada) y acabada de publicar por el mismo autor, tras el cierre de la editorial, tanto en papel como en formato de libro electrónica bajo el nombre de Antigua Vamurta Saga Completa (2013). Publica en 2012 un primer libro de poemas en catalán, 4 Patis, en diferentes plataformas digitales. Un año más tarde, en 2013, publica un recopilatorio de relatos cortos, 37 relatos para leer cuando estés muerto, un variado conjunto de historias, algunas de amor, otras casi realistas, algunas fantásticas y cuentos absurdos. En 2014 sale, en las distintas plataformas digitales, el primer libro de poesía en español del autor, Poemas 3,14, donde el poeta indaga en la vida cotidiana, en el amor, la muerte y la existencia, desde distintas ópticas. En 2015, tras años de trabajo y correcciones, publica un segundo libro de poesías, Canciones de Hierro, un canto al presente, a estos años de hierro. Un poemario que observa a los otros y al mismo autor y que, desde la mirada poética, configura el latido de los tiempos actuales. En la actualidad prepara un segundo libro de relatos y un tercer poemario. Mantiene una constante actividad en la red a través de su blog Antigua Vamurta, cada vez más orientado hacia la poesía.

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      Poems 3,14 - Lluís Viñas Marcus

      POEMS 3,14

      Published by Lluís Viñas Marcus at Smashwords

      Copyright 2016 Lluís Viñas Marcus

      Traveller, if you have arrived here, it must be to read some poems.  Why do you need a preface? Please, come in. The rest, explain it in Lacedaemon.

      WATER

      Words I never told you, unuttered words unspoken,

      you must wait for in the spinning of the night,

      from the heart, if to you I speak, words will be flowing

      that have no sea wherein to die,

      blood in every word you don't discover

      words unable to say to my garden return.

      Salted words, I have secrets guarded

      in chests of crisis lost on the crossways

      of my years, of your afflictions.

      Exhausted, I extract words from the chaos

      reclaim light, a will to fly

      into the thousand pages of lifeless novels.

      My words and my offer to you

      are more than the rough and frightened body

      I offer you night after night.

      Forgive the words and let the words open,

      the words, the words, mountains and suns.

      Near the forest, the others are awaiting.

      I TEAR UP TIME

      Time, I tear it

      and I fix it into the page.

      The page has four sides

      which makes it easier to arrange,

      make notes, sew up and sweep the dust

      my way.

      If page by page

      I make a list

      then I have a book of time

      one page after another, a year.

      If I arrest the pages

      and imprison them in

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