Poetry

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MARCH – JUNE 2020

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Mario Benedetti "Defensa de la Alegría" de la
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Defender la alegría como una trinchera y las
defenderla del escándalo y la rutina
miseria y los miserables de
las ausencias transitorias de
definitivas y los
defender la alegría como un
principio de
defenderla del pasmo y las de la
pesadillas
los neutrales y de los neutrones
las dulces infamias
graves diagnósticos
defender la alegría como una
bandera
defenderla del rayo y la melancolía
los ingenuos y de los canallas
retórica y los paros cardiacos
de las endemias y las academias

defender la alegría como un destino
defenderla del fuego y de los bomberos
de los suicidas y los homicidas
de las vacaciones y del agobio
de la obligación de estar alegres

defender la alegría como una certeza
defenderla del óxido y la roña
de la famosa pátina del tiempo
del relente y del oportunismo
de los proxenetas de la risa

defender la alegría como un derecho
defenderla de dios y del invierno
de las mayúsculas y de la muerte
de los apellidos y las lástimas
del azar
y también de la alegría.

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"In Defense of Joy" (English)

Defend joy as a trench
defend it from scandal and routine
from misery and miserable
from temporary absences
and from definitive ones.

Defend joy as a principle
defend it from wonder and nightmares
from neutrals and neutrons
from sweet infamies
and serious diagnoses

Defend joy as a flag
defend it from ray and melancholy
from neives and rogues
from rhetoric and cardiac attacs
from endemics and academics

Defend joy as a destination
defend it from fire and firefighters
from suicidal and homicidal
from vacations and burden
from the obligation of being happy.

Defend joy as a certainty
defend it from oxide and dirt
from the famous brushwork of time
from dew and opportunism
from pimps of laughter

Defend joy as a Right
defend it from God and winter
from capital letters and death
from surnames and sorrows
from chance
and from joy itself.

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Queda prohibido (by Pablo Neruda, Chilean poet and writer)

Queda prohibido llorar sin aprender,
levantarte un día sin saber qué hacer,
tener miedo a tus recuerdos

Queda prohibido no sonreír a los problemas,
no luchar por lo que quieres,
abandonarlo todo por miedo,
no convertir en realidad tus sueños.

Queda prohibido no demostrar tu amor,
hacer que alguien pague tus dudas y mal humor.

Queda prohibido dejar a tus amigos,
no intentar comprender lo que vivieron juntos,
llamarles sólo cuando los necesitas.

Queda prohibido no ser tú ante la gente,
fingir ante las personas que no te importan,
hacerte el gracioso con tal de que te recuerden,
olvidar a toda la gente que te quiere.

Queda prohibido no hacer las cosas por ti mismo,
no creer en Dios y hacer tu destino,
tener miedo a la vida y a sus compromisos,
no vivir cada día como si fuera un último suspiro.

Queda prohibido echar a alguien de menos sin alegrarte,
olvidar sus ojos, su risa, todo,

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porque sus caminos han dejado de abrazarse,
olvidar su pasado y pagarlo con su presente.

Queda prohibido no intentar comprender a las personas,
pensar que sus vidas valen más que la tuya,
no saber que cada uno tiene su camino y su dicha.

Queda prohibido no crear tu historia,
dejar de dar las gracias a Dios por tu vida,
no tener un momento para la gente que te necesita,
no comprender que lo que la vida te da,
también te lo quita.

Queda prohibido no buscar tu felicidad,
no vivir tu vida con una actitud positiva,
no pensar en que podemos ser mejores,
no sentir que sin ti este mundo no sería igual.

It is forbidden to cry without learning,
to wake up one day not knowing what to do,
to be afraid of your memories.

It is forbidden not to smile at your problems,
not to fight for what you want. It is forbidden
to abandon everything because you are scared of making
your dreams come true

It is forbidden not to show your love,
It is forbidden to make someone pay for your debts and bad
mood.

It is forbidden to leave your friends,
not to try to understand the memories made together,
and call them only when you need them.

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It is forbidden not to be yourself in public,
to pretend with people you don’t care about,
to be funny just so they will remember you,
to forget all the people who really love you.

It is forbidden not to do things by yourself,
not to believe in God and forge your own destiny,
to be afraid of life and its commitments,
not to live each day as if it was your last sigh.

It is forbidden to miss someone without feeling happy,
to forget their eyes, their smile, everything,
just because your paths stopped embracing,
to forget the past; paying it with the present.

It is forbidden not to try to understand people,
to think that their lives are more valuable than yours,
not to know that each one has their path and their glory.

It is forbidden not to create your own story,
stop thanking God for your life,
not to have a moment for the persons that need you,
not to comprehend that what life gives you,
can be taken away as well.

It is forbidden not to pursue your own happiness,
not to live your life with a positive attitude,
not thinking that that we can be better,
not feeling that without you the world wouldn’t be the same.

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La Espera (Awaiting) - Sent by Helena A.
(Spain - La Solana)

An Extract of the poem "La Espera" by Manuel Vilas

Poem by Maria P (Spain - La Solana)

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A Poem sent by Ana María C (Spain - La Solana)

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Speranza by Gianni Rodari - An Italian writer

If I had a little store
made by just one room
I would like to sell,
you know what? Hope.
Cheap hope!
For a penny I would give
to a single customer
what's enough for six.
And to poor people,
who don't have enough for a living,
I would give them all my hope
without making them pay for it

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Freedom

by Giovanna Cammarota-
Italy- Marano di Napoli

What is freedom?
A trivial and obvious thing,
nobody would have imagined we could lose.
Yet we have lost it!

Indeed, it has been taken from us,
removed from this "thing" so small that it has no weight,
so miserable that we can't even touch it.
Yet it has divided all of us,
even if we don't want to admit it,
and it also takes our breath away.
The air outside is cleaner than ever.
The only way to help is not to help.
And this impotence ... so overwhelming.
Not being able to hug our loved
ones or see friends.
This is what makes us suffer.
Yet months ago we all wanted to
stay home.

And now, we have freedom but
we reject it and we would like to
go back to what it was before
freedom had been taken from
us.

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Sometimes, by Sheenagh Pugh

Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss, sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

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The poetry of feelings

by Michela De Notaris.
Italy- Marano di Napoli

This is a difficult time for everyone,
It’s a time when you realize how fantastic your life was,
full of joy and happiness,
It’s a complicated time for everyone, but especially for
us young people: we can no longer meet friends and
family who are the people who make us happier.
We don’t know when all this will end, but we certainly
know that at the end of this storm there will be a
splendid sun waiting for us!!

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Federica’s poetry

Empty streets,
silence and calm.
Bright sun but... forbidden going out.
How strange!
Only now I understand how much I miss

you… Freedom!

We will go out soon and we will start
living again.
Stay tuned:
EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE!

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"For My Mother"

Begüm Duruk,
Adıyaman- TURKEY

MY MOTHER IS OUR SUN

She is the sun of our house,
She always brightens us.
When she smiles,
Our hearts get warm.
We are her world,
She is our Sun.
Just as the each other’s
pockets,
So we are.
Happy birthday mom!
I wish you more lifetime.
I always want you to be
happy.
I’m very happy;
Because I’m your baby
princess mommy

Begüm Duruk

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"Childhood Dreams"

by Nisa Özdemir,

TURKEY

I wote that poem two years ago.

Anybody who doesn't like childhood?
Wouldn't you want to go back?
To your past,
Yearn for her.
Anybody who doesn't like her?
Wouldn't you dream of
Your childhood, your youth?
That would be nice,
To be happy and child.
What if we just play?
What if we be kid forever?

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CORONA

by Begüm Yıldırım,

TURKEY

Corona where on earth did you come from?
You missed all our peace.
Humans have no health left,
Hospitals are full of you.
The cases have increased steadily,
Our fear has doubled.
The number of dead has not stopped,
The virus has spread everywhere.
They told us to stay at home.
We couldn't enjoy the nature.
We didn't go out,
Stayed at home.
We got bored,
Between the four walls.

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poema

My life was full
Only after a morning
Everything changed to an agony in ruin
i was walking tired over the sand
in my thinking and on the moon
at forty years my life was an age ruin
but over the field and the sand
only after a morning
l looked and saw a beautiful crib

Poetry by M Molina - Almería - Spain

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Poetry

by C Ramos

Almería-Spain

SPRING IS HERE.
SPRING IS HERE.
GOODBYE, SNOW.
FLOWERS GROW.
BIRDS AND BEES
LEAVES ON TREES.
HELLO, SPRING.
HELLO, SPRING.

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EXIST

By Zehra Köseler,

TURKEY
I want to share a poem by Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı, a famous
poet in my coutry.

EXIST
I'm jealous of tree,
Which has the ranch loaded food.
Not only its spring but also autumn,
How beautifıl tale it has.
I'm enviying the bee,
It has honey with honeycomb by honeycomb.
The fowers where landed on,
Have both pink and red.

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My Hometown

Gölbaşı Ali Özdemir,
TURKEY

My lovely hometown Gölbaşı,
Not only highway,
But also there is railroad.
Have a shopping,
In traditional streets.
With a smiling faces,
With positive treats.
Hot summers are
Like a hospitable charm.
Winters are not cold,
But warm.
Pistachio and grapes
The best flovour guarantee
Gölbaşı is on the south of Turkey.

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Spring is here

Spring is here ,
In the air,
You can smell it coming,
On the trees,
Leaves are green,
Catepillar sunning,
Birds are back,
Grass is out,
Busy bees are humming,
On the trees,
Catepillars sunning.

Poem / Thought

sent by Maria A
- La Solana – Spain

Prepárate para lo inesperado, porque es lo
que te cambia la vida...para bien o para mal.

Prepare for the unexpected, because it is what
changes your life...for better or for worse.

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Antonio’s Poetry

The coronavirus
Look! A little ball of grease in our streets,
but we don't talk about sweets.
It stays all over the world,
without saying an only word, it's a silent war!
It can kill whoever it wants,
but it doesn't hit any plants.
It is a small monster you know
but a very good fighter, my God!
You can protect with some precautions,
it's just a matter of right actions;
you have to wash again and again
and everythink will be ok
"coronavirus" is its name
So serious and dangerous … we get away.

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Claudia's poetry !!

Stay home and don't go out
our life will soon be back,
be tolerant when wearing masks
one day it will drop out
Not so much we have to do
a few rules we must respect
stay alive and don’t forget
our life we need to protect
Grandparents we miss a lot
with a screen we try to touch
while the sparrows start to sing
we hope to win, we hope to win!

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“POEMA DEL NO” GLORIA FUERTES.

No a la tristeza. Sent by Miryam
No al dolor. - La Solana - Spain
No a la pereza.
No a la usura.
No a la envidia.
No a la incultura.
No a la violencia.
No a la injusticia.
No a la guerra.
SI A LA PAZ.
SI A LA ALEGRIA.
SI A LA AMISTAD.

“POEM OF NO”

Not to sadness.
No to pain
Not laziness.
Not at usury.
Not to envy.
Not to ignorance.
No to violence.
No to injustice.
Not to the war.
YES TO PEACE.
YES TO JOY.
YES TO FRIENDSHIP.

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Hope

Elia P

Spain - La Solana

SUEÑOS DE AMOR Y MAGIA
La esperanza es lo que hace que sigas
respirando,
Aún cuando la presión de una vida te esté
asfixiando.
Abrázala.
(Angélica Carrasco)

DREAMS OF LOVE AND MAGIC
Hope is what keeps you breathing,
even when the pressure of a lifetime is
suffocating you.
Hold her.

(Angélica
Carrasco)

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Un poema recientemente descubierto de Emily
Dickinson

Porque no pude salir -
Afuera intervino por mí -
Mi cuerpo tembló, tosió y estornudó -
No tengo inmunidad.
Solo, puse mis discos en voz alta -
Algunos Drake y Miley Cyrus -
Mis trabajos y mi tiempo libre perdieron -
Al Coronavirus.

A Recently Unearthed Emily Dickinson Poem

Because I could not step outside –
Outside stepped in for me –
My body shook and coughed and sneezed –
I’ve no immunity.
Alone, I played my records loud –
Some Drake and Miley Cyrus –
My labours and my leisure lost –
To the Coronavirus.

Written by John Boyne on the April 8th,2020

JUAN ROMERO DE ÁVILA JAIME.

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SPANISH

He superado la ausencia
de no verte por estos meses…
Pero estoy seguro que si tengo
la dicha de verte por un segundo,
una vez mas…
Volvería a sentir lo mismo
y mucho mas, de aquello magico,
químico y sobrenatural,
eso que solo tu me haces sentir.

ENGLISH

I have overcome the absence
of not seeing you for these months…
But I am sure that if I have
the happines of second once more
I would return to feel the same
and much more
that magic chemical and supernatural
that only you make me feel.

MARCOS R. SANTIAGO ANDRADES

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Joy at Work (H. Ford)

MariaElena P

Spain - La Solana

There is joy in work.
There is no happiness
except in the realization
that we have accomplished something.
(Henry Ford)

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Madrugada

Jugos del cielo mojan la madrugada de la ciudad violenta.
Ella respira por nosotros.
Somos los que encendimos el amor para que dure,
para que sobreviva a toda soledad.
Hemos quemado el miedo, hemos mirado frente a frente al
dolor
antes de merecer esta esperanza.
Hemos abierto las ventanas para darle mil rostros,

- Juan Gelman

Daybreak

Juices from the sky wet the daybreak of the violent city.
She breaths for us.
We are who turned on the love for it to persist,
for it to survive to all this loneliness.
We burned the fear, we looked face to face to the pain
before deserving this hope.
We opened the windows to give it one-thousand faces.

- Juan Gelman

Elena L (Spain - La Solana)

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A Poem about Joy

Eva N

Spain - La Solana

Original

La felicidad es algo que lleva cada uno en si
mismo,
Sin darse cuenta de ello .

(Uggo Betti)

English

Joy is something that everyone has inside,
But without knowing it.

(Uggo Betti)

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On clear nights (Gloria Fuertes)

–

Sent by Andrea G

(Spain - La Solana)

On clear nights
I solve the problem of being alone.
I invite the moon and with my shadow
we are three.

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Forest

by Efe Kağan

Akpınar, Adıyaman

TURKEY

FOREST

Let's keep the forest clean
Let's not throw thrash on the floor.
If we want fresh air
Let's not burn the forest.
Look! They burned the forest
They threw the lighter on the grass
They escaped from there immediately.
All trees burned sorrowfully.

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Honey, I Love (Eloise Greenfield)

I love
I love a lot of things, a whole lot of things

Like
My cousin comes to visit and you know he’s from the
South
‘Cause every word he says just kind of slides out of his
mouth
I like the way he whistles and I like the way he walks
But honey, let me tell you that I LOVE the way he talks
I love the way my cousin talks

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And
The day is hot and icky and the sun sticks to my skin
Mr. Davis turns the hose on, everybody jumps right in
The water stings my stomach and I feel so nice and
cool
Honey, let me tell you that I LOVE a flying pool
I love to feel a flying pool

And
My uncle’s car is crowded and there’s lots of food to
eat
We’re going down the country where the church folks
like to meet
I’m looking out the window at the cows and trees
outside
Honey, let me tell you that I LOVE to take a ride
I love to take a family ride

And
It’s not so late at night, but still I’m lying in my bed
I guess I need my rest, at least that’s what my mama
said
She told me not to cry cause she don’t want to hear a
peep
Honey, let me tell you I DON’T love to go to sleep
I do not love to go to sleep

But I love
I love a lot of things, a whole lot of things
And honey,

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I love you, too.

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