EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS

EDITH ELVIRA

COLQUI ROJAS

The Concert Of Muses

(Alexandrian sonnet)

In the beautiful gardens of the flowering Olympus,

nine relaxed muses hold a concert

of sonatas so beautiful they raise a dead man!

Sweetening our soul, also the fine ear.

Your beautiful tunes seem to have come out

of a fragrant jasmine that open goes awake,

or from a sacred book that awaits us open;

are sublime your notes, touching my dress.

Sing my beautiful muses, cheer our world!

Throw out magic pollen of sweetness and hope;

Turn on the lights of the fantasy light!

Convey their message of deep harmony

and water our land of tenderness and trust;

With you singing a thousand heavens I would touch!

AUTHOR: EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS-PERU-ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Mother

You Have Not Died

Mother you have not died,

your love lives in my eyes,

your lips linger in my smile,

Your advice still hammers my conscience.

They always accompany me.

Mother, you’re not dead!

Your hands work with me.

Your words: "Daughter life is hard"

They caress my hair.

Mother,

I can still see you,

sensitive to the pain of others,

giving love to your children.

Baking the delivery bread.

Mother,

an altar I have built in my soul,

to stay in this house, which was always yours,

So you’ll never die!

Mother,

You’re not dead:

I see you, busy at home,

handing out love by stream,

between clouds in the sky...

Mother,

you have not died,

You will live forever,

in the hearts of those who love you,

and we haven’t forgotten you.

Mother,

You’re not dead.

You’re an angel

who watches over me from heaven.

Mother,

you have not died,

You’re still alive!

Yesterday I saw you, beside me,

I could feel you, man!

You were walking towards me.

Mother you have not died,

your love,

your love is immortal,

doesn’t die with time...

AUTHOR: EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS - PERU - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

I'll Take Away What's Black

I Will Remove What Is Black

The bad, the banal, what makes you suffer.

I will burn his wings.

I will make all the sentences come out of their cages.

With many verses and this serene guitar,

I'm going to do it.

I will cut my hair to nostalgia, with my scissors,

and I'll cover my mouth so they don't talk.

I'm going to spray hope in the dry lagoon,

contemplating the birds and the beautiful nature.

I'll take the black one

I will open the windows of my room

For the light to enter.

What a bright sun shines!

Goodbye to sorrows and tears

goodbye idle worries,

Let's eliminate stress.

and what unites us and limits us.

Let's learn to be happy.

scaring what is black:

Statism, fear, complexes, etc.

Let's enjoy the wine of joy.

Live happy day by day ...

* AUTHOR: EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS - PERU - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

EDITH ELVIRA COLQUI ROJAS