I Have Dreamed

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"I have dreamed all the mindless soccer were placed on platforms, which were deported them by violent until Algeciras on trains, cross after the Strait of Gibraltar is abandoned them to their fate in the Gurugu mountain, and that each of the violent confined brought to Europe two of those people who are fleeing hunger poverty, terrorism and wars"

Poetry Train Spain.

Whenever I am writing and translating into English they invade me multiple sensations, including doubt if different paragraphs will be consistent and if each word will be placed in their rightful place, concerns me greatly to express myself in my writing with expressions of the deepest Oklahoma, or how Tarzan speaks to Jane.

I never thought to write in English was for me as important, if I had to choose a language, I cost work opt for my native language.

In the two most widely spoken languages in America took a time managing a small shrine dedicated to poetry, once inside, many emotions breathe, but above all, the soul of all authors feel.

I invite you all to enter the sanctuary, is hosted in a Web page in FB, they are not yet all the poets who are, but are all those, and among them also can also be you tomorrow, traveling through cyberspace in a poetic dream for ever... ever... ever!

Poetry Train Spain was the exciting beginning of that time I call with love, the time of the English.

And now in this new adventure in poetry I find the aggravating circumstance of the language and whenever I write and translate English invade me multiple sensations seized me doubts me dive into a world of melancholy, be consistent, express myself properly and show clearly possess intellectual honesty worries me, and I am concerned that my writing sound to Chinese or that guttural language devised for Jean-Jacques Annaud film , In Search of the Fire.

And while I think,
with the head seat,
After God...
Who is perfect?

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

Poetry Train Spain is not a site to exchange views, but to read, to learn, to enjoy poetry and to know authors, the idea is not mine, I hope, is John O Hara, meanwhile talent, there is also a little something from me.

Those who feel curious and visit Poetry Train Spain will notice a great peace within the Forum, FB works great security, also note the absence, loneliness, love and respect, but you will especially notice the soul of all the poets, and only for this reason already deserves a vote of confidence, the poetry and its perpetrators deserve it you have to get to 100. Snifs, snifs, snifs, for this amount, snifs, there are still quite a few.

I have published this writing on the subject of dreams because although poetry always starts in the real world, read it and write it is always like a dream into reality, and that is precisely Poetry Train Spain, a poetic dream that all the poets can take part, and traveling on a virtual train along the Rails that lead to the future.

"Seasons ruined remains of trains, exposed to the Sun, the travelers on the platforms expect the occasion, and time stops while the cries of help are ignored. Macabre stations with remains of trains as skeletons in the Sun, travelers without luggage and illusion, life is conjugated as all sinks in a fatal precipice. Seasons ruined remains of trains, exposed to the Sun"

Iraq 2004. The Shadow of Nero.

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