In That Summer
In that summer it was not hot,
your warm hands did not accompany mine.
It was a strange summer,
with desperate butterflies,
fleeing to another season!
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You Say
You say that we are,
sometimes that we are not.
Then, what are we?
If one day I am,
and the next day I am not.
And if I am,
it doesn't look like it.
Remember: I am safer,
knowing what I am not!
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© Laskiaf Amortegui
Villavicencio, Meta, Colombia
laskiafamortegui72@outlook.es
Laskiaf Amortegui is Colombian llanera writer, student of Radio locution and Journalism. The letters together with her family are her loves and passions to face every existential challenge. Author of the novel "La Jaula De Las Mariposas", with a dramatic tone that tells the story of five women and their environment. Her main goal in writing is to move the reader, just as she enjoys writing stories, she longs for them to do so by reading her. When it comes to writing, she faces her greatest rival: her dyslexia, but in the end, if it weren't for her, she would not be a writer, and her mentor who encouraged her to publish her lyrics, which have generated her triumphs and recognition at a global level international. His writings have been published in Latin America, Europe, Asia and Australia. She also recites poetry on the radio: Sentires de España and is a cultural ambassador and belongs to CIESART.
All the best. भवतु सब्ब मंगलम ।
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poems ! They say so much in so few words !
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