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"Lágrimas"
Una lágrima al nuevo día saludó,
a la belleza, al paraíso presente,
a la vida cierta, a tu mirada soñada y ausente;
a este hoy que de nuevo es mío,
a ese mi mañana doliente,
quizá por amor ganado, quizá por amor perdido.
Una lágrima de vida del cielo caída,
un susurro en tus labios acurrucado,
otra ofrenda de amor acaso prohibida
sobre mi pecho, dormido y cansado entre sueños furtivos,
henchido de ti, recogida.
Lágrimas que nos llegan y nos llevan,
que se sufren, que se viven y que se sienten,
lágrimas que se escapan;
lágrimas amargas como retamas,
pero más amargas aquellas que no derramas.
Lágrimas, ecos sin voces,
mundos encerrados prisioneros de lamentos,
música callada, nota perdida,
vidas rendidas y entregadas en puros sentimientos.
(jpellicer)
Juan Antonio Pellicer was born in Cartagena in 1957. As he says ... 50 years ago and now seeing things, surely, would need another 50 to count ...".
Aware will not have time to do so, I decided to talk through their photographs. Self-taught, like sign as JPELLICER, and takes the world of photography as a challenge, as an adventure.
Occasionally, some of her photographs adorned with poetry, sensations or feelings.
Restless soul, rebel, maverick who likes to listen...
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