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I recorded this video and I leave the link in case you want to see. Thanks, Mayde!

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Tenderness ...

The waiting for a taxi,

torn embrace the certainty goodbye.

A touch on the lips, soft, warm, nostalgic-flavored

farewell.

One minute we wanted eternal

and lasted only a second.

The green light was approaching and I raised my hand.

whispered a few words in my ear, grieving, fearful:

"the taxi takes you away from me ..."

I knew he was telling the truth and I felt nothing.

However, to my regret, the remembrance of that last kiss

stay between my lips and I forgot all others ...

The tenderness I keep because I had always wanted, and although

never again dream you

want you to know the outline and

stump in all the poems I write with a smile and a tear ...

( From the book: Crossing the threshold )

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I apologize for my voice, because it was quite "griposa."

calls were responded to our friends and Juanjo Laura . José Luis read a poem by Guillermo Escribano and I read poems Darilea of Matias Peralta of Pepa Caro, Ignacio Rabago and Javier Muniz.

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Fear ... Follow

Fear

There is no mechanism to ward off fear.

Sometimes it seems to float across the floor,

other is almost transparent, but here goes,

moving from the tip of the toes

to voice, cry or complaint

that dare not come from the lips.

Panic, so many things, is repeated day after day, night after night

with the same cadence

that of a clock ticking hours.

And there are no dreams of escape. Neither

possibility of escape.

follow suit with a bitter pain, suspicion

a spider you

chest and leaves your heart in her voice

and sweaty hands.

Perhaps a cure for the dim hope,

or maybe some medicine ...

But the eyes are lost in the river,

muted sadness transformed into anxiety

Cinderella and light weight belly bites you

melts in tears to irrigate a friendly shoulder.

Alone, terror, unless you know what, increases

sweat through the pores of the skin.

And incredibly,

you get used to living with him floating over your head.

When that time comes, from a corner by the window,

and afternoon storm blue,

appreciate your persistence cruel,

to make you feel, in its brutality, life ...

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The program on 13 poems were read: Ana M ª Manceda and Fabián Andrés Valdés (we read in two voices, José Luis and I) of Darilea (Charo) , Juan Pan and Carmela Rey.

also phoned our friends: Encarna, Laura, Pepi, Carmen Mateo Anasagasti and . For them, thanks and a hug.