Under the rubble of ignorance
Screams that make you laugh
Laughter that is scary
The sky cries while the afternoon dies
At which bend in the road He lost her?
When did the magic leave him?
A trumpet sounds under a voice of command
Will fulfill your destiny as an opaque rite
Sneaky hail about a pink laugh
Man of trembling intelligence overshadowed by her folly
Apologize for nothing
And screams making only noise
She is a region of echoes
Plastered rose that is filled with pure air and is reborn, the next day
She can feel the elements and spin
She can go from repose to dreams and from dreams to eternity
Yes she is poetry and a thousand times choose to be
She can lose herself in hers center without losing the essence of it,
Throbbing like her blood, wandering like a cloud
Of false arguments of misunderstood philosophy
Stay in your loft of hypocrisy and miss what for the last time made him feel alive.
GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina. Based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects, of the Hispanic World Union of Writers .UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is a commissioner of honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.