Category: Poetry

The Discreet Use of the Senses

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A rose given
In sunlight reflecting,
Patterns of light
Glimmering, birds
Flying fluttering
In gardens of ecstasy.

Sacred skin worshipped
Softly scented in trances
Of freedom, an
Eternity of sensations
Fulfilled in every
Moment with you.

Averting eyes
In blushing desires,
My body intrigued
In captured responses
And these passing thoughts
That I cannot resist.

A bond beyond a normal day
With a lush exchange of energy,
For when I heard your voice
Nothing else compared;
More than something in passing
You are absolutely beautiful.

 – Via

Love, Mallorca

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Un somi mallorquí

Postcards are scattered about
In the dark
With nowhere to go.
I hear the waves
Of guitar strings and voices
Dancing me away
Into dreams of tomorrow.

The wind is silent
As I listen to the sea
Singing me a sweet lullaby
Under a canopy of
Figs and trees.
I linger on some thoughts
That sway, fading into nothing.

Flowers lead me down a path
Gently touched by savoury scents
Flowing on the evening breeze,
To where the stars kiss
The sand and the sea.
I fall into your arms and
I forget about everything else.
 
 
–  Via Estela

I listened

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I heard something
but there was
nothing there—
noises in the distance.
I heard something
in the darkness,
then I was awoken
from a daydream
in a shattered haze
to hear her calling,
“I am me.”

I wanted to turn away,
but I was nearly there
out of the background
and into the day,
I had to reach that
farthest star, I fell.
I could hear her calling,
“Every lifetime I have is now.”

I wanted to turn away,
but I was living
beyond reason, beyond hope.
I listened to the passions
of the dragonfly,
to the sound of
my own thoughts.
I listened to an unknown
language
and I realized:
I could understand.

I wanted to turn away,
(but) I wanted to cry
I had salvation
and before I knew,
I could fly.
 
 
–  Via Estela

Barri Gòtic

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The sky falls into the city
creating a dance floor
breathing onto textures and waves.
I follow its lead,
caressing the evening night
through alleyways and pathways
into corners and strange places
charged with mystery
and ecstasy,
sadness and celebration

lights encounter the darkness
as enchantment casts
its pleasures in a
spell of synergy;
the sound of water touching the stones
creates a rhythm with footsteps,
accompanying the melody
of laughter and lovers.

color reflects the dreams of artists
and dancers as they paint
steps with their feet,
sculpting the air with each other,
bodies navigating
passages of rhythm.
conversations pass, reveling
into unknown places and escapades.

men are singing melodies
of fantasies and memories,
longing and regrets.

I move through the labyrinth
reaching into the sky
as it lifts me
above the canvas
of stones and footsteps,
riding the notes
as they float away,
dancing on passions and dreams.
the music paints the sky
as guitar strings
and sweet serenades
fade away into the stars
 
 
–  Via Estela