...E C L I P S E...

He didn't care about nothing

but he wanted it all,

He dragged me into the holy war

and snatched my hate away.

There is sunset in the plenty day

with a black moon

and clouds of stigma,

his steps over my land

and and his contempt without exit.

In the haze undone

his gaze is poking;

It is lifeless goodbye 

It is trap of gold;

consummate vigil

into the color of those eyes.

It's not afternoon, It's not night,

It's not day or tomorrow,

there is no blood in the car

of the battered woman.

Whispers are falling

as incomplete rain,

palpitations of meat

from homicide on the planet.

Over me, over him,

Eclipse's revenge;

under his feet:

fear of matrices.

Who prays for him

as buried star,

crying more than that time,

while she was crucified?

It is the eclipse of an angel and a devil

stealing light from forces,

walking on the steps of boyfriend,

pursuing an agonizing truce.

Extracted from "The Poisoned Arrow and Other Texts",

Milza López, 2007.

B E F O R E T H E H E L L

Photography from the author, taken in Chilean Patagonia.

Heaven, the place where you could be with me, but you must depart now with a fallen angel, while I'm just a wounded angel. 

And there, in the country of arrows, tears and stars are sparkling like lost lights holding each other.

I hear your voice searching for answers and making dead echo in my head, wich agonizes every minute without you.

I want to leave and start another world of meadows and rainbow, but you leave me here by my own in this land, and go with her to the amazing torment.

Over my head there are a thousand tornadoes cornered from you as chained skulls. There is no turning back, I still hear your voice, it's the singing melody before going to Hell ...

And the distressing beat  incinerates my sword slowly, soon I will have no weapons to fight your demons; but my face remains unveiled without the mask of hate, revenge or past, to tell you how much I need you next to me and how much I've missed all these huge years.

I'm a girl and you're already an older man, but the days don't pass for both twin souls, we are equal before the mirror that reflects the perspective of the heart.

Look at your face in the pond and question who you are, your inner voice will scream the truth.

The justice of my sickle will destroy the darkness.

Milza López, extracted from the Poisoned Arrow and other texts, 2007.

Printed version of "Heaven" Now on sale + Kindle Edition FREE + New poster

The printed version of "Heaven" is now on sale at Createspace and Amazon!! The paperback is available for you to order while the Kindle version is totally FREE just for limited time, so don't miss the chance of having your favourite poems printed for you to read anywhere or to give others as a very emotional gift.  

More exciting news are coming as "Aurora and Asphyxia" has been fully translated to English, so very soon you will be able to download your FREE copy too!! By now I give you also this new poster that I hope you enjoy and share, made with a small extract of the book "Heaven". 

Don't forget to follow the Pinterest account of the blog in order to get more promotional poster you can share in social networks or even Print and give as a card. 

Hugs from Chile 

Milza L.

An extract from "Presage"... "Heaven" is still FREE

¿Do you really love quotes? As "Heaven" is Now FREE for Kindle in Amazon, I keep on composing original pictures with some extracts from the book, so you can enjoy and share with your friends. This time I've chosen some verses from the poem "Presage", wich is contained in the first chapter called "First Abyss". Hope you like it!! 

Remember watch more of this compositions of visual poetry at the new Pinterest. Thanks!!

"HEAVEN" is now FREE on Amazon + Poster

The most recent and revised version of "Heaven", the very emotional poetry book is completely FREE on Amazon just for Limited Time, so take and enjoy your copy before it's over!!

This new version features an improved visualization for Kindle, more affordable and beautiful language and a brand new version of the section called "About the Author". No doubt, this a book to enjoy and you will feel identified with more than one poem. The Chapters remain the same: First Abyss,  The Air Collection and The Train. 

Hope you really have a nice time reading this touching poems I wrote with so much love for you, and now I'm sharing FREE for Kindle readers. 

Finally, I'm giving you this promotional poster so you can share some verses in your social networks or just keep it for you. 

Hugs and Love from Chile. 

New revised Edition of "HEAVEN" + Free Wallpaper

I'm glad to announce the brand new revised Kindle Edition of the book "Heaven", featuring an improved visualization, more affordable language and a new version of the section called "About the Author".

From tomorrow it will be available for FREE on Amazon everywhere, just for limited time, so I'm giving you this promotional wallpaper for free download by clicking the image and opening in a new window.

I hope you enjoy this new version and this brand new wallpaper.

Greetings from Chile!!

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

Exclusive poem in Blogger

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.