YULEISY CRUZ LEZCANO

YULEISY CRUZ LEZCANO

I GIFT YOU A TEAR

I gift you a tear

hardened by time

that rolls between old words

that reverberates very deep inside.

I gift you a tear

that narrows in grief,

so it shatters in the memory

of a poor dream.

I gift you a tear

in a blow of pollen,

in a gallop of birds

that does not contain the madness that it remembers.

I gift you a tear

in an imperfect drop

that cries for the universal hunger

from the hollow orbits of the eyes.

I gift you a tear

that goes through the memory

prisoner in a drop

it slides away.

TRAVELING THOUGHT

I observe the sky, the grass,

The flights of light things

From life

And its time of pauses.

I feel the life that speaks

And all the stars become

Words, words, words

Which illumintae the paths.

The smile from all the lips

Also become words,

The terms approach in deaf steps

And in the silence

Of the clock licensed by the hours,

When nobody spies among the leaves,

The sound of the voice

Is the strip of the rain that fills

Ancient wrecked islands

Of words that the feet get wet

with the inner streams

Of vague brains

Who discuss about the utility

Of a distant humanity.

The men together smile,

Without losing hope.

Water that carries, water that leaves,

Infinite ideas travel

In the pushed wave,

The wind rolls fast,

Brings somethiiing to the world that no longer expects,

Are thoughts of love, in a letter,

Written words

Interprets bits of wind, channeling ideas

And among the nation's seas they travel.

The mute Universe awakens

Cities, towns, without answers

Where people that wouldn't expect nothing,

Marveled, stand at the window

And lay down the arms to collect the ideas

Of words that open paths

For men, women, dumb and blind

That they wanted to feel clearly

The words that have power

To build bridges

Between the towns that no longer love.

MOLD OF DREAMS

The perfect mold of dreams

Is naked in the nest of the bird prophet,

And in the passage from parents to children,

Man forgets succession; he does not remember

The eloquent sounds of ablaze births

Which were burning in the wait of a name.

Man, man, where did you lose the emotion

To contemplate the rain that takes off

The flutters of the swallows in the wind?

I see in your eyes the absence of feeling,

The mental streams asleep

And I feel a hand, drags you in lost dreams,

Covers the conscience with its fingers,

The whole hand brings you the dress of indifference

When you see other men suffer

And in this humanity without name, crushed

Of the pieces of wind, I see you die without suffering

because of the death you carry in your eyes

And shout the word love,

Without comprehending its meaning.

YULEISY CRUZ LEZCANO

YULEISY CRUZ LEZCANO: ( Italia) Published works “Pensieri trasognati per un sogno”, 2013. “Fra distruzione e rinascita: la vita” , 2014. “Diario di una ipocrita”, 2014. “Vita su un ponte di legno”, 2014. “Cuori Attorno a una favola”, 2014. “Tracce di semi sonori con i colori della vita”, 2014. “Sensi da sfogliare”, 2014. “Piccoli fermioni d’amore”,  2015; “ Due amanti noi”, 2015, “Credibili incertezze, 2016” “Frammenti di sole e nebbia sull’Appennino, 2016”, “Soffio di anime erranti”, 2017.