domingo, 12 de julio de 2015

Sputnik.

Incluso al otro lado existe el mar.

¿Qué diferencia hay entre
el viento y un suspiro de tu boca?
¿Qué puede darme la tierra que
no haya visto ya sobre tus manos?
Si no hubiera cielo que mirar,
¿sería capaz de enamorarme?

Insisto:
incluso al otro lado existe el mar.

19 comentarios:

Rafael dijo...

Porque asi es y "al otro lado siempre existe el mar"
Un abrazo.

Anónimo dijo...

Pero abajo, más abajo, hay más tierra que mar... ¿Amarías con tal profundidad?

wanderlust dijo...

Me encanta!! Escribes realmente bien. Te invito a que te pases, http://13segundosdevida.blogspot.com.es
Un abrazo!

Bea C. dijo...

Qué bonito es el mar, y todo cuanto transmite.
Y qué grande es.

Eres mar allí donde no hay más que tierra.

Un abrazo.

Estef CuHid dijo...

http://todoperdidodevida.blogspot.com.es/

Jorge Ampuero dijo...

Certeros versos por aquí,
un placer leerte.

Besos.

Andrew Stivens Hernandez Romanos dijo...

Excelente leerte. Saludos de otro blogger principiante.
http://asherom.blogspot.com.co/

Karen Sotomayor dijo...

http://lossilenciosdemisangre.blogspot.com

Nahir Marrow dijo...

Tu poesía es una magia marinera, siempre consigue hacer soplar las velas de algún barco en medio del océano.
No me canso de leerte. Todos tus libros con sus post-is, el blog en marcadores.
Marrow - http://marineraaflote.blogspot.com

RadikalS dijo...

Genial!

Rafa Reina dijo...

Te descubro hoy, a través de youtube. Te mantendré la pista ;-)

Tortuga dijo...

Sputnik, mi amor. Haruki Murakami

Unknown dijo...

Impresionate, como siempre...

Anónimo dijo...

One red girl dream with a Irish boy, she drinks coffee in a parisian place with her red hat.




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Anónimo dijo...

Impressive as always. I was introduced to Elvira’s work by a remarkable woman with an incredible way with words, so I knew straight away that I’d love this poetry....and I do...it resonates with so many of my experiences. It’s like Elvira knows the shape of my heart. This poetry has the tenderness of Chopin and the brutal force of nature and reality of Miles Davis. I have to agree with the above comment too, I long to be sitting in Paris reading this. I watched the start of Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris on YouTube and thought how amazing it would be to give time to reading and writing poetry there. We are all flowers and this poetry is like kisses of water for us, it nourishes us and replenishes our souls and heals our hearts and we soar to the spongy clouds and ..... and it’s bliss. With poetry like this....we’ll always have Paris.

Anónimo dijo...

I’ve been reading this poem again and listening to the music of Jimmy Sax. The two go so well together, like coffee and smoking. It’s put me on a spongy cloud for the day.

Anónimo dijo...


Impressive as always. I was introduced to Elvira’s work by a remarkable woman with an incredible way with words, so I knew straight away that I’d love this poetry....and I do...it resonates with so many of my experiences. It’s like Elvira knows the shape of my heart. This poetry has the tenderness of Chopin and the brutal force of nature and reality of Miles Davis. I have to agree with the above comment too, I long to be sitting in Paris reading this. I watched the start of Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris on YouTube and thought how amazing it would be to give time to reading and writing poetry there. We are all flowers and this poetry is like kisses of water for us, it nourishes us and replenishes our souls and heals our hearts and we soar to the spongy clouds and ..... and it’s bliss. With poetry like this....we’ll always have Paris.

Unknown dijo...

What a fortune it is to be able to read poetry and feel someone in each letter, is not it? sitting in a cafe just to drink coffee while cigarette smoke forms in the air, it is like feeling like we are at the right time so our heart longs to be somewhere else, closer to Paris, closer to someone else. But the letters connect us, and it is curious to think how one day out of nothing we could fall in love.

RedAmélie dijo...

I love u jazz...