The poet demands discover an unexpected lightgolden paths of silence, fear and fear of the beloved. Sometimes you can hold the world and the pain. You know that the greatest Greek philosopher was right and that poetry is deeper than history.
Where is this?, if you ask and find Oscar Wilde’s answer. Because of this, loving the salvation of your soul, you are willing to cross all the peninsulas, sort out the hidden shadows that do not ask for a spring of healing water.
Victoria León wrote about simplicity and love a book that embodies a feeling Night light (Looks). She embraces a beloved man who can burn in freedom. It is the night you saw a loved one with a loved one, a loved one in the transformed one, San Juan de la Cruz at the bottom. But time falls on the same edge of the world. Siente defends the truth alone and naked, without a trace of gray in the deep light.
Desolate desert Victoria León death and empty space and to destroy with the beloved body nothing that would create a new world. The child loves it and sits on intense tragos. And he writes: “I must free myself from my prison of useless and gray abstractions, reconcile myself to the past and its solidity of shadows and absences; the fear of life and desire in the pure presence of hope and this view that pleases the world that you have not known until now.” A dark cave of dreams in which the sun is hidden to derive poetry and love.
A cautionary verse, the path of the return of shadows, the rebirth of a thousand deaths, for it spreads, as in Musset’s poem, the greatest sweetness of burdens. Victoria León premieres rhyme words and has words, the same as León Felipe, engage in real poetry.
Out of simplicity and love, Victoria León has written a book that embodies the feeling
Look for the beauty of the world, the slow black rose of the night, Giotto’s azules in the sky, the city burning above the fire, and the bronze of the dusk. You know love has to stop I wonder if it will go outthat last call, that which still burns in your body, will return to the bitter darkness where love is absent.
Y derrama tears and verses: “This night is my destiny and you leave the time you want to light me up.” The mouth of love and a tender soul, as Federico García Lorca wrote, “we were destroyed in time.
In “Luz de la noche”, written by Victoria León an intense love poemhe felt the desire and lost the pitiful ausense amortajada, lejano fear, as well as fear, both disappeared because in the dedos of the poet of the late invincible don.
“What is this bright light that has enlightened our eyes through this veil and chosen our lips to speak of the future?”. She, the poet, does not want to think of Pablo Neruda’s lines: love is so short and darkness is so wide.
She hopes that the night light will give her love for life and deep thoughts. The beauty of the world demands itexcept siglo and risk because your voice gives shape to the harmony. And the pillar of her body supports her.
Go ahead with the rest of the innocent trash and remove the leaf blossoms from the rotos because you’ll always love the ruins. And so you can still say to your loved one: “Only between us is the future”.
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