poems by Juan C. Tajes

The fruit Mother drunk from Orient’sthroat of black soundslaugh with her broken voiceher wounded gazelle eyesher black-winged manebetween her hands      shells ruby fire shining in the sunthe morning is the silence of the fliesI learned from her that peoplehave the soul passion redas a pomegranate heartunder the shell they gatherthe sweet voice of singingin her words. The man who calculated Wind […]

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Letter to my Other one by Juan C. Tajes

My Other one, I have the courage to decide to write to ourself to explain us.  For many decades, too many, we have shared this painful and temporary sheath that we call Body.  Let us then communicate through the annoying, shameful and indivisible abstraction: our ego.  You are my ego and I am yours.  Both traveling different paths, starting from the […]

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