Love, How I Love You!

When my eyes meet yours,

I feel my soul run wild, bursting with love 

fragments of heaven sailing on clouds to distant seas and oceans.

Oh! That magical moment—two beacons collide,

time suspended, like magnets swirling in the dizzy orbits of planets.

It’s a pull, an attraction. 

Our gazes make no demand so , no sorrow in them. 

They trust / are faithful,

waiting for that silent blink, to steal a kiss,

the moon caught between the pauses.

It’s a connection, a vibration a crash of waves

that shakes your core, through the glimmer of your eyes,

like the shimmering veils of a bride.

They flicker with the nervous flutter of your gaze,

a stormy sea, in constant effervescence,

like a volcano on the edge of eruption.

It’s complicity / a seductive instant.

In the simple act of looking into your eyes,

they revealed everything without a glance,

without a touch / without a kiss,

without our bodies becoming one.

You brought flight to my life,

into the orbit of your distant path,

a circuit of circles veiled in mystery.

With just these words:

Love, how I love you!

When my eyes meet yours…

A Bulb Without Flowers

Who broke its petals,

so, it could no longer drink

the dew from the glass

agonizing without rain, 

without love/ unable to grow,

free like a bee in honey.

What have they done to my child?

His roots could not take hold

in the soil of his birth.

They didn’t let him grow,

snapping his stems,

by hands without a soul.

He couldn’t walk, he couldn’t see.

I weep for all these stems,

buds without flowers.

Cruel bombs and missiles

smothered them in smoke,

they fell, charred, without life.

I hear their cries / their broken sobs

from inside their buds,

stripped of petals,

torn apart one by one,

without a mother’s embrace.

How could anyone be so cruel?

All that’s left are lifeless bulbs,

brittle, voiceless,

drowned in their own tears.

Oh, God,

so much suffering

their hearts torn apart,

bloodless,

without a beat or dreams,

their games cut short,

only bombs / only war,

new buds snuffed out.

They were never allowed

to spread their fragrance through the fields.

Why such hatred,

such power,

such dehumanization?

Dance At The Carnival

The scent of salt / rusted iron,

a soft breeze / a melodic whisper,

wraps me in a tulle shawl.

I surrender to its embrace,

climbing each path quietly

as it leads me

to its calm / its gentle sway.

Impossible not to be seduced

the rhythm of its dance

fills the Air / a celebration.

All are dancing / all are shining

beneath the sunset’s glow,

soft strokes of color,

lilacs / blues / streaked

like a flickering flash of light,

briefly igniting,

weaving its masquerade,

a dance of fleeting sparks.

Suddenly, everything blurs,

yet they continue their ballet,

on tiptoe,

a scene from Swan Lake.

No more lines are visible,

no horizon  

everything merges,

into one magnificent whole

no edges / no boundaries,

no islands / or islets,

just sky / ocean,

in perfect symmetry / harmony.

I am swept away by its grandeur.

LUISA CAMERE QUIROZ

LUISA CAMERE QUIROZ: Born in Lima, Peru in 1951, she graduated from the National Institute of Education INIDE as a Primary Education Teacher, studied her Bachelor of Education at the University of San Marcos, and validated her studies by obtaining a Credential for Director of Early Education Programs. Starting out as a teacher, director and Area Manager of six educational centers in Orange and Ventura Counties in the state of California, United States. She emigrated with her husband and her children 31 years ago, but she never forgot her roots, her culture, her family. She returned to her homeland ten years ago, living between two worlds, traveling to the United States to celebrate traditional and family events. In her golden years she dedicated herself exclusively to literature. She is a teacher, plastic artist, writer, poet, narrator, cultural manager, she is dedicated to the plastic arts both in Peru and in the USA, California. -She is co-author of the books ‘Renacer’ and ‘Remar’ from the CIAM of La Molina. ‘-Mujer de Roble” is her narrative book. 2009’. -Her first collection of poems is “Mutilated in a Thousand Ways.” 2021. – Second Poemary “Loaded with Love”2023. -She is the Administrator of Universal Poetic Utopia based in California and the USA. She organizes and promotes culture and art through events worldwide. -Dr. Honoris Causa awarded by AEADO (World Association of Writers and Artists of the World / founder Samuel Cavero. -Cultural Ambassador of the USA. World / Manuel Ekiwa Estrella President CCI Universal Poetic Utopia in Michoacán Mexico. -CERCLE UNIVERSEL DES AMBASSADEURS DE LA PAIX SUISSE / France Ambassador of Peace. -International Ambassador of the International Forum for Creativity and Humanity The Kingdom of Morocco by DR Aziz Mountassir. Dr. Honoris Causa awarded by AEADO (World Association of Writers and Artists of the World / founder Samuel Cavero. Member of the International PEN of Peru. Founding president Marita Troiano. Awards Estrella del Sur de Uruguay al mundo (2023).  Medalla Vargas Llosa AEADO 2023. The Best Coordinator, Panorama 2024 by Writes Capital Foundation. The Golden Book 2024 por Cargaditos de amor / Writer Capital Edition