Serenity

(After the pain, regret and screaming
of a failed trap about the family dinner,
after the sunshine braking the dark spirits, 
after the untold promises under the 9th cloud,
after the average man who hid average secrets,
after the storm explotions that froze our coffee,
after the sad smile you melted into my dirty eyes 
                                                           
                                                  always there is a place in your heart to lay in peace...) 

Feel the breathe, the sky opening the power of colors.

Milza L., 2014

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"Heaven" is on sale now

Today I'm presenting the world wide streaming of my most recent book entitled "Heaven", I hope you have all a great time by reading it and feeling every verse touching your inner fibers. This winter will not pass in vain, as you contact yourself beyond the sky and the clouds...

Don't forget you can buy it for less than a cup of coffee in Amazon and get the chance to know more about me and my book at my author facebook page.

Up coming Book 2014: "Heaven" is ready for pre-order

"Heaven" is my most recent work, and has attached my soul and very own passion for poetry and creating worlds through words.

This very complete book has been made in three parts that together present a story in poems about the travel to Heaven, where this author discovered the darkness, the pain and the light to restart a brand new life. Verses start soft and slow with First Abyss, and get rhythmic, atypical and disturbing in Air Collection, to end in the grand denouement, where the poetry starts to find a way out in the middle of despair, and opens the sky with the force of the words in the final segment called The Train.

Don't miss this unforgettable piece of Literature for your collection of ebooks, a high quality text that will surely sound with echo in your head and heart.

Pre-order your copy now in Amazon, only for US$2.99 1.99 !! and before you imagine this book will certainly catch your eyes in a spiral of emotions.

Workshop of Loneliness

I guess that phrase defines most of my entire life, I think I have spent structuring my very own Workshop were Loneliness is being built and modeled, gets defined with hands and attitudes, gets sculpted and notched with the thoughts, gets cultivated from iced seeds and gets water from the frost, gets painted in every picture and every peace of lost paper. 
Loneliness has been under-rated socially, like there is something wrong with it, like it lacks from beauty the hermit's heart that has built catapults to throw away his pain like dusty rocks over the horizon. The world is more lonely than ever. The screens embrace us and draw sounds that make us believe in distant ghosts. 

Photograph by Milza López, taken in Santiago, Chile. Copyright 2014.

"I know still isn't over, but my inner duel is like you never arrived to my life. I am right here like the lonely bird that bites its own wings, get wet in the nest under the rain, in the stem under the canopy that has lost its foliage"

 

That's how begins my prose called "Workshop of Loneliness". I would love to translate from spanish and publish for free in Amazon, but I'm not sure if anyone would ever read it. 

Soon, I am shooting Heaven, wich is my book of dark poems in Amazon. You can pre-order this book here. 

Nice weekend for all these silent readers, and comment if you have something to say!

Traveling

In these days I feel as if I was traveling, even when physically I am not, I surf with my soul separated. Is not that I believe in this soul thing, but is a kind of way to speak about what we have inside. 

I dreamed about him, we were traveling in the very same train, and it was delicately decorated in vintage style, it was like traveling to past. 

Obviously there was no happy ending then, everything went confused even though the train was traveling in a straight line, everything was overwhelming surely because I found him, and there was no real me, but an antique version of myself, like the train.

I was remembering everything when I woke up, I remembered in a so living way that I thought I didn't need to write it. When I closed my eyes again the dreams walked away in the middle of the smoke, opening the way once again to chaos and confusion of that place where we are and we are not. 

The traveling partners that we are and not without even talk, so many years after the focused and reiterated habit. So much has happened in black and white from our arrogant portraits of our unlimited youth. 

Now, no train is going to drive us to past, no platform will recieve our bodies, no car is the past that in some other lives we swore to lose, no treasure will go to float after the fall of our ship.

Milza L.

It's complicated

It is very complicated not knowing where to go. Even you try and try, looking and analyzing internal and external things, you can't find the compass to show you a destiny, a trace to go, a spark to follow. Now I only see confusing shadows in the veil of the horizon. 

Then, I see the ones that feel so sure, the ones that row with strength, with the certainity they will find their destiny, driving their boats with direct answers and the head up roughing out a direction. I will never find a way to thank to those ones that are still firm in my boat, even knowing that I don't no where I go, that I am completely lost and would be able to dry myself along the ocea before finding a way out. 

I walk in circles following the clouds, their way doesn't make any sense, just like mine. I tread my very own footprints and I forgot how to stop. 

Photo taken by Milza López. Copyright 2014.

It is complicated, so complicated, I told him. It's complicated, and he knows it. I have to open the door for him and I don't where I left my keys, I forgot my own secret keys and there is no trace in my memory about the code of honor. 

I would like to travel in the same ship you do, but I honestly don't know where to go.  

My very first Book

My first book was released some years ago, in 2007, with a colective of writers called "El Arca" (The Ark), and its a kind of compilation of random poems collected from several agendas, notebooks, and almost any writable paper I had at the time. 

The title of this very first book is "The poisoned arrow and other texts", and it was not because there was a specifical poem called "The poisoned arrow", but because the main notebook that had the poems had that name. Those verses were written since I was 11 or 12, and talked about those crazy emotions we feel in adolescence and a particular vision of the world from my country and the isolated places I had rounded at that time. 

The cover picture was made by myself, with with water pencils and watercolors over paper, it was a woman in front of darkened city covered by a storm and a planet crossed by the poisoned arrow. I would like to release an english version and share this very young steps with poetry, 

Writing is always an outlet, the soul can be free through words that explode, get fancy colors, scream and get the calm back. It is the way to find yourself with the past faces, with the sceneries you created for that occassions that will not be repeated again or simply never happened but in your own heart, is the excercise of crossing the streets of green imagination and gray reality. 

Picture taken by Milza López in the beautiful and peaceful Punta Arenas's cementery, Chile.