Poema abrazarte: Abrazarte – Filippo Tommaso Marinetti – Ciudad Seva

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Filippo Tommaso Marinetti

Cuando me dijeron que te habías marchado
a donde no se vuelve

Lo primero que lamenté fue no haberte abrazado más veces

Muchas más

Muchas más veces muchas más

La muerte te llevó y me dejó

Tan solo

Tan solo

Tan muerto yo también

Es curioso,

Cuando se pierde alguien del círculo de poder

Que nos-ata-a-la vida,

Ese redondel donde sólo caben cuatro,

Ese redondel,

Nos atacan reproches (vanos)

Alegrías
del teatro

Que es guarida
para hermanos

Y una pena, pena que no cabe dentro
de uno

Y una pena, pena que nos ahoga

Es curioso,

Cuando tu vida se transforma en antes y después de,

Por fuera pareces el mismo
por dentro te partes en dos

Y una de ellas
se esconde dormida en tu pecho

En tu pecho
como lecho

Y es para siempre jamás

No va más

En la vida

Querida

La vida

Qué tristeza no poder

Envejecer

Contigo

8/VI/2011

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Filippo Tommaso Marinetti

( Egipto, 22 de diciembre de 1876 – Bellagio, Como, 2 de diciembre de 1944) fue ideólogo, poeta y editor italiano del siglo XX, fundador del movimiento vanguardista Futurismo.

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Que hermoso poema me encanta😍😘🥰😊

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Abrazarte – Versos en tu piel

1 junio, 20163 diciembre, 20185 comentarios

Cúrame de la impotencia de estar lejos y no abrazarte,
cúrame de la nostalgia callada de tus besos de madrugada,
cúrame del tiempo en que te extraño y no te tengo,
cúrame del cansancio de lo incierto, de lo incompleto,
bésame despacio mis miedos y bórralos, desaparécelos,
porque no hay lugar en este mundo para mí, llévame lejos.

Cúrame de la tristeza, cúrame del sufrimiento,
cúrame de la melancolía y del hastío de los kilómetros,
cúrame de mis torpezas, de mis agravios contra mí misma,
cúrame del hielo, del frío, del tempano de lo inexacto,
arrópame en la noche, desnúdame a tu tiempo, cúbreme con tu piel,
no lo pienses tanto, yo no tengo espinas, soy tan frágil como me ves.

Cúrame, ámame, aún sin merecerlo, sálvame,
habiéndome perdido, encuéntrame,
si se me acabara el tiempo, frénalo con un beso
de los que hacen temblar mi centro y hundirme
en un inmenso espacio de suspiros contenidos,
liberados con el tacto de tu mano sobre mi pecho.

Cúrame del silencio, que mi alma cante con tu alma,
de tu amor, de mi amor y de todo deseo confesado,
de ser siempre para ti la única verdad
y tú, mi único sustento en esta vida que no deja de girar.
Cúrame del veneno del desprecio y muérdeme otra vez,
despacio y muy profundo en mis cinco sentidos, hazme vivir, creer.

A mi vida le has abierto una ventana a un jardín dormido y secreto,
allí la magia sólo existe si tú respiras de tu arte sobre este lienzo,
allí sólo hay luz si abres tus ojos y me miras, si yo conquisto tu sonrisa,
y nadie más en el mundo entendería porque no puedo estar sin ti,
se grabó tu voz en mi corazón y tu nombre en mi alma, a fuego y sangre.
Si no son tus brazos, yo no quiero otro lugar en el infinito donde hallarme.

Que si te pido que me cures, no es por egoísmo ni por capricho, ni por cobarde,
pero eres la única persona en el mundo a quien le confío mi vida a ciegas,
y eres la única persona en el mundo que merece la pena y la dicha
para amar, para proteger con cada gota de mi savia, para entregar
con una locura desmesura todo el amor que me invade sólo al pensarte,
y para curarme, sólo tienes que mirarme, sólo tienes que nombrarme…

Tuya, tuya y sólo tuya, porque ya lo soy, porque ya me tienes,
porque ya me ardes, en la piel y en los pensamientos, en la sangre,
que lo único incurable en mi vida, son estas ganas tan intensas de amarte.

Ana Isabel
San Miguel, El Salvador
01/06/2016

27 mayo, 201616 julio, 20167 comentarios

La noche que llegues estaré contemplando la luna,
aunque aún esté oculta en ese horizonte de plata,
como a oscuras tus manos me desvistieron una vez,
vendrás nuevamente a arroparme de ti, a colmarme de ti.
No he podido pasar una sola noche sin llamarte, sin que tu nombre sea
el último suspiro entre mis labios, la palabra mágica
que abre la puerta hacia los sueños de un mañana contigo.

La sonrisa que va menguando el cansancio,
la caricia de un clavel que se desliza por mi espalda,
la noche que llegue, estarás contemplando la luna,
la misma luna que esta noche me ha visto llorar al recordar
que la vida sólo es un instante y no me basta,
que podría escaparse de mis manos esta misma noche
y no te habré besado lo suficiente y eso me mata,
más que la misma muerte que a veces en sueños se anticipa
a decirme que podría ser que mañana no despierte…
y no te habré sentido entre mi piel y mi sangre lo suficiente,
y eso me arrastra a una angustia que me sabe a la hiel más amarga…

Por eso cada mañana me empeño en buscarte,
porque el mundo no vale la pena y podría estallar en cualquier instante,
y a mí sólo me importa encontrarte, sostener tu mano,
volver a anclarme en tu pecho con todos mis deseos de ser alguien
que perdure en tus latidos hasta el último, hasta el último momento.

Todo es una pesadilla cuando no logro despertarme y abrazarte,
todo es un desastre y lo sé bien, pero contigo todo cobra sentido,
contigo este desastre se vuelve el más lindo,
el más lindo desastre de ropa y almohadas en el piso,
de sábanas revueltas y de risas que llueven sobre el silencio,
de proyectos que caminan a un paso lento pero nunca más acertados que ahora,
de salir a flote de las aguas turbias para volver a respirar,
para sentir el aire enfriando nuestro rostro y refrescando las ideas,
para entendernos sin decir una palabra, para calmarnos sólo con un beso,
para encontrarnos de frente y saberlo, sin ninguna duda, de por vida…
Que a nadie más quieres amar, que a nadie más quiero amar…

La noche que llegue, que se acabe el mundo si así lo prefiere…
no me importa nada más, estoy contigo,
y deja que mis labios te lo digan muy bajito…
yo en tus brazos tengo un hogar,
y tú en los míos tienes todo el descanso
de esta vida que hoy no te sabe a libertad.

Cambiaré el sabor de la amargura con mis besos
con todos, los más dulces, que jamás has probado…
deja que mis labios te lo digan muy quedito…
tú eres mi hogar y yo tu descanso…
y el amor ese faro que me enseña el camino…
a ti, a tu corazón, a mi único destino.

Ana Isabel
San Miguel, El Salvador
26/05/2016

Cuando te sueño — Raphael

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