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Jacobo's avatar

Me gustó el poema, hay versos esenciales: "Plagada de silencios

sus puertas aún guardan escasez" y el cierre es un buen final: "libre de este cansancio

que no es mío.". Pensaba en "Morada al sur" de Aurelio Arturo en algunos momentos.

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Carolina Segura-Ruiz's avatar

Sabes, a Aurelio Arturo lo leí hace más de 20 años cuando estaba en la universidad…solía transcribir sus poemas en mis diarios… y no lo he vuelto a leer desde entonces. Hace poco compré Morada al sur y lo tengo en lista de espera…lo leeré con calma muy pronto

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Miguel Clark Mallet's avatar

Your writing here makes me thing about how our bodies are houses, and also about how we house our bodies. To me, this poem feels like a dialogue between them: your body moving in the space--the old bones--of this old home, and all the spiritual and emotional echoes within and around you. I enjoy the simplicity of it too, a catalogue of the conversation between you.

Do you ever submit these poems anywhere, I mean for publication? I think you should consider it (says the guy who never sends his poems anywhere...).

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Carolina Segura-Ruiz's avatar

Hi Miguel! Thank you very much for your comment. How interesting how you see a dialogue between the body and the house…it never occurred to me the text could be seen as a catalogue of an inner conversation! Thank you very much for reading so closely and for sharing your reading.

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Miguel Clark Mallet's avatar

You are welcome. I enjoy your writing very much. It gives me ideas about my own poetry and ways of exploring it. Reading other writers that I like makes me want to write more myself. So thank you for the writing you post.

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Caro O's avatar

La añoranza y la nostalgia...

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Carolina Segura-Ruiz's avatar

Gracias por leer Caro :)

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