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jueves, 30 de julio de 2015

Tool-SOBER

I was going ouy from my choking job and got off the choking bus to get on the stifling subway train that would transport my empty body into a larger vacuum still known as the center of Santiago. I began to mentally counteract all that frightening reality to the sacred atmosphere of the Great Reserve, where I left my best memories stored. Well, I ended up in a disgusting "Starbucks" writing once all my torments, while in the background heard again and again that amazing and dark song: "Sober" from Tool, feeling like being inside of that sordid sublimely video, caught between pipes of human flesh and monsters with sad remains of unachieved dreams...


"I will find a center in you,
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
Just enough to bring you down ... "



I think I've become a ghost, among all these ghosts citizens.


Milza López, 2015

jueves, 9 de julio de 2015

. M A R Í A .

 Search for her in the field
of your bitten dreams,
She is the poison in the years
of the forbidden winds.
Her spell needs for vice
to make it beat in your heart,
and her next soul is born in martyrdom
of the angels-owners of the reason.
 
Why is  she frightening and strange?
Why is she insensitive and inhumane?
Why it she intangible in the glare of the people?
Why should she die in the light of her sister?
Because she chose to walk
in the kingdom into oblivion,
because she was not born to love,
because she is María, the daughter of the Abyss.
 
And because she lives in the forest
of the sharpened memory,
ready to turn back
the time that has not passed
and move the hours into her favor,
save kisses in her dreams
(that today she will see achieved),
leave hugs in her flashes
and in the scented hatred.
 
María will keep on running
without knowing what is before her eyes,
and will believe hers what she goes taking
as if she was able to defeat
the heart that is dangerous,
the heart that is powerful...



Extracted from "The Poisoned Arrow and Other Texts",

Milza López, 2007.

miércoles, 8 de julio de 2015

A small collection of social media posters you can share *FREE*

Today I wanted to give you this collection of social media posters of poetry, so you can share them totally FREE in your pages, they are already in the blog's Pinterest site and you can enjoy more of them there.

I really expect you like them, if you want more or would like quotes from another authors don't forget to write about it in the comments. This time I'm going to publish the posters related to the book "Heaven", wich is available in both paperback format and Kindle at Amazon.com.










Remember all the pictures used are my very own.
Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!!
Milza López

viernes, 22 de mayo de 2015

"Aurora and Asphyxia" FREE for Kindle **Limited time** + Quote from the book

Today we present the new book "Aurora and Asphyxia" totally FREE to download, so you can read this shor reading prose collection wherever you are. 

This is a very fast reading book you may enjoy alone or with your friends, full of interesting quotes, letters and poetry writen as prose. I really hope you have a nice time with this new release. The FREE offer will be available just during limited time, so hurry up and get a good weekend reading "Auroa and Asphyxia". By now, I give this quote taken from the book.

If you want a longer book to read with poetry writen in verses, don't forget "Heaven" is still free to download in Kindle Edition and the Paperback version is already on sale at Createspace and Amazon. 

If you want to download more posters, wallpapers or more quotes, remember cheking our Pinterest site, as we update several times per day!!  


Hugs and greetings from Chile, 
Milza L.

viernes, 5 de diciembre de 2014

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.

miércoles, 3 de diciembre de 2014

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.