BAR&ANKÁS BLOG

One more night as so many people others, I cannot dream
This night I feel that my heart cannot already any more,
And it explodes in a crying that however much I want I cannot stop

This night I want to fall asleep calm and be able to dream
Where the persons walk joined to progress
And to keep on dreaming of a new world full of kindness

The wars do not exist, the bombs do not exist, it does not cost to stick
And the children grow playing happy without need
Of playing with weapon and doing that they shoot against the others

Today I have woken up of a sleep so beautiful that I believed truth
But with effort, fondness and tenderness
I hope some day to make real

MARIAN

The city recorded your name
Swallows murmur you inside
that calmed your solitude down.

The palm of your hands, the levity
I do not get accustomed to the laugh
if you do not come.

I want to live in your heart
of my love.

I do not want to blaspheme,
definitely in these poems.

ALEXA (MEXICO)

As every male and not queriendo to presume especially for it, I have always dedicated big part of my thoughts and interests towards the beautiful sex. This way, since into my tender infancy they were proceeding to try to inculcate me the rudiments of what, in a catholic school it was spending for being “a sex education“ the doubts did not stop accumulating in my head.

Since it is obvious to the sexual act as such one was not dedicating a lot of time, (in fact none), therefore one was proceeding to get down to business of the question dividing it for its biggest comprehension in two exciting topics; first, since the sperms climb up to fertilizing to this enormous cell known as the ovum and second, as everything what it raises has to go down, the growth and descent of the fetus up to finding its freedom.

The second part was not waking up in me excessive interest, was consisting basically of a big ball of cells that was growing and growing up to looking alike to someone, nevertheless Reading more …»

Fantasy has given us another poem, this time talks each other of Beautiful, its author Pablo Neruda. For tod@s that like the poetry and that vibrate with her, I leave this nice video to you with the voice of our reciter, Fantasía.

Thanks for this new delivery, for me a pleasure to publish your emotions in this so nice form.

A new idea has just occurred to me for the blog …

… I will comment already to you.