The Shores of the Ages: Las Orillas De Las Edades

By Eccio Casasanta

Knowing how to live is knowing how to love. Love at any age builds feelings that are cultivated throughout life. We are always going to find difficulties, disappointments, sadness and joy, but true love is also achieved when you least expect it. In this book conflicting passions, youthful loves, destinies of different people for long years left behind are evoked. Secret loves are outlined that culminate in tears, others with deep loneliness and many full of happiness. Sometimes they are memory torments that feed each memory. The shore of the ages reflects the epic and dazzling stages of life in each phase of love, the truces, the rudeness, the cruelty, the friendship and the spell of love, in each lived moment that was historical for each heart in its time. . It confirms humility and passion when loving. The pride of living in many souls in search of dreams embarked on the glory of the longing to love together with sweeping and prudent days as witnesses. Each poem in a different way, each situation with reins that suddenly go crazy. This book invites us to travel, stalking love, keeping the word love safe, saving our dreams in an unforgettable way, waiting for the precision of time to bring the protagonist of your life to your side.

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Saber vivir es saber amar. El amor a cualquier edad construye sentimientos que se cultivan a lo largo de la vida. Siempre nos vamos a encontrar con dificultades, decepciones, tristezas y alegrías, pero el amor verdadero también se logra cuando menos lo esperas. En este libro se evocan pasiones encontradas, amores juveniles, destinos de diferentes personas por largos años dejados atrás. Se perfilan amores secretos que culminan en llanto, otros con profunda soledad y muchos llenos de felicidad. A veces son tormentos de memoria que alimentan cada recuerdo. La orilla de las edades refleja las épicas y deslumbrantes etapas de la vida en cada fase del amor, las treguas, la rudeza, la crueldad, la amistad y el embrujo del amor, en cada momento vivido que fue histórico para cada corazón en su tiempo. Confirma la humildad y la pasión al amar. El orgullo de vivir en muchas almas en busca de sueños embarcados en la gloria del anhelo de amar junto a días arrebatadores y prudentes como testigos. Cada poema de una manera diferente, cada situación con riendas que de repente se vuelven locas. Este libro nos invita a viajar, acechando el amor, manteniendo a salvo la palabra amor, salvando nuestros sueños de manera inolvidable, esperando la precisión del tiempo para traer a tu lado al protagonista de tu vida.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Oct 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781728375861

Eccio Casasanta

Eccio Casasanta Urrutia (born in a city called Valera - Venezuela on February 29, 1968). He is an agricultural engineer, professor, poet and writer, who currently lives in England, in the British town of Henley on Thames belonging to the county of Oxfordshire, on the western bank of the River Thames. He participated in different contests and literary meetings in Venezuela, he was part of and founded several circles of poets and reading circles. He is considered a romantic poet who expresses in his poetry a symbolic language also linked to modernism, with moderate popular tones.

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CONTENTS

INDIGENT SERAPHIM

MELTED IN YOUR EYES

GOODBYE CONSUMED

THE LAND OF YOUR CHANNELS

CLANDESTINE GLANCES

YOU IN EVERY WORD

DESPAIR

FALLEN IN MEMORIES

THE HANDS THRUMB

IRONY

WHAT WILL BE OF US

WITHOUT YOU

BEYOND THE ENCOUNTER

THEY GO IN LOVE

APPOINTMENT WITH LOVE

LIFE

TOGETHER IN EVERY CHAIR

NIGHT THAT IS COVERED IN INNOCENCE

TOLERANT SOLITUDE

BALCONY OF YOUR KISSES

A COFFEE NEXT TO MY SOUL

WHILE I REMEMBER YOU MORE

TELL ME WITHOUT MY KNOWING

SILENT INSPIRATION

BECAUSE THEY CHANGED THEIR HANDS

WHEN THE SPELL DIES

COVERED

MY HEART BELONGS TO YOU

TIRED IN REST

THE WITHERED RIVER

FAREWELL

CLUSTER OF LOOKS

WHISPERS THAT MOVE AWAY

RESTLESS SEDUCTION

ENEMY OF TIME

IRREVERSIBLE HEART

CHAINED VOICES

SONNET

SOUNDS OF MUD

ALL MY SPACE

WATER NECKLACES

THE LONELINESS OF LOVE

FEELINGS RELEASED

I WILL LOVE YOU WITHOUT MEMORIES

UNSTOPPABLE SIGHS WE

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ?

CONTENIDO

SERAFINES INDIGENTES

DERRETIDO EN TUS OJOS

ADIÓS CONSUMADO

LA TIERRA DE TUS CAUCES

MIRADAS CLANDESTINAS

TU EN CADA PALABRA

DESESPERO

CAÍDO EN LOS RECUERDOS

PALPITAN LAS MANOS

IRONÍA

QUE SERA DE NOSOTROS

SIN TI

MÁS ALLÁ DEL ENCUENTRO

VAN ENAMORADOS

CITA CON EL AMOR

VIDA

JUNTOS EN CADA SILLA

NOCHE QUE SE CUBRE DE INOCENCIA

TOLERANTE SOLEDAD

BALCÓN DE TUS BESOS

UN CAFÉ JUNTO A MI ALMA

MIENTRAS MAS TE RECUERDO

DIMELO SIN QUE LO SEPA

INSPIRACIÓN CALLADA

PORQUE CAMBIARON SUS MANOS

CUANDO MUERE EL HECHIZO

ARROPADOS

MI CORAZÓN TE PERTENECE

CANSADO EN EL REPOSO

EL RÍO MARCHITO

DESPEDIDA

RACIMOS DE MIRADAS

SUSURROS QUE ALEJAN

INQUIETA SEDUCCIÓN

MAGIA DESNUDA

IRREVERSIBLE CORAZÓN

VOCES ENCADENADAS

SONETO

SONIDOS DE BARRO

TODO MI ESPACIO

COLLARES DE AGUA

LA SOLEDAD DEL AMOR

SENTIMIENTOS LIBERADOS

TE AMARÉ SIN RECUERDOS

INDETENIBLES SUSPIROS

PORQUE TE QUIERO ?

INDIGENT SERAPHIM

I met people, they swam in virgin foams they sailed without colors, painting closed words with similes and desperation., deep stanzas without sounds intoxicated solitudes with dyslexic looks, shadows, storms, wounded knees without placid borders,

alchemical masks.

Sitting in the offense of their natural fears,

renouncing the transparent agony

that perfumes their reproaches,

on their autumn feet

Fight with their upright freedom,

spilled into their own kingdoms.

Extinct martyr plumages,

bandit superstition in a mud suit

as a rebellious merchant,

lugubrious shrouds travel without fabric or harmony ignored by swamps sown

with disoriented spirits, authoritarian with sterile compassion,bnaive terror, nostalgia hanging aimlessly.

Severe eves of vapors and spears,

remorse sings, sighs dry up in my condemnation, memories without light hanging from trees without a village,

battles of men without God,

lying hopes, feigned mercy, lives spent!

Sometimes he feels like a fickle brother

and others like a contrast of nuances

that twist between deaf hands,

sometimes a toy without a street,

The morning winds perfume my fears.

First of all, with blood diluted in memories,

soil without wheat, life climbing motionless

crimes away, patient, serene in mistrust, perishing and living

among colonizers of ideas.!

They call me the worn looks,

lips sweeping eyes without smiles

so much silence in revenge without a party.

With worlds without titles,

windless leaves enter

and converse with me

in the urban bedroom, extending with me

the scarcity of those who die

crumbling on the elitist wings,

eyeless suburbs,

pale night, passing silence.!

Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t melt

on dull faces, without smiles or triumphs,

but stubborn like races that meet forever.

SERAFINES INDIGENTES

Conocí gente, nadaban en espumas virgenes

navegaban sin colores, pintando palabras cerradas con simil y desesperación., hondas estrofas sin sonidos embriagaban soledades con miradas disléxicas, sombras, borrascas, rodillas heridas sin fronteras plácidas,

máscaras alquimistas.

Sentados en la ofensa de sus naturales miedos, renunciando a las agonía transparente que perfuman sus reproches,

siento como en sus pies de otoño

suelos combaten, con su libertad erguida, derramada en sus propios reinos.

Plumajes mártires extintos.,

superstición bandida con traje de barro

como mercader sublevado, transitan

lúgubres sudarios sin tela ni armonía

ignorados por pantanos sembrados

con espíritus desorientados,

autoritarios con compasión estéril, ingenuo terror, nostalgia colgando sin rumbo.

Severas vísperas de vapores y lanzas,

los remordimientos cantan,

suspiros se secan en mi condena

recuerdos sin luz