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

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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.

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

Me llamo Lluís, nací en 1973 en Barcelona, de donde nunca me muevo.Lo cierto es que no tengo mucho que comentar, mi vida es como una línea sin grandes hechos a reseñar. Vivo entre días luminosos y otros sombríos, como la mayor parte de la humanidad. ¿Será que este es nuestro destino?La poesía o está o está a punto de aparecer. Hay días que parece que todo es poesía y otros días en que solo aparece a ráfagas.Además del presente libro, Este cielo y todas estas calles (2022), que espero que te guste, he escrito Poesías, Amor y Moscas (2018), Canciones de Hierro (2016) y Poemas 3,14 (2015) y algo de narrativa también he publicado.

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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

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