Greetings, Steemians and companions from #steemitschoolpoetry.
We are on day 62, heading for 100. I thank the people who support me and who have read what I am creating for the challenge of 100 days of Poetry summoned by #steemitschool and @d-pend. Always waiting for your kind look and that you like them.

My musical theme that I connect to, between lines, with this creation is: Sia-Magic

"Poetry is the orgasm of words, debauchery of concepts"

Carlos Edmundo de Ory

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Phoenix

I feel the eyes,
the beautiful ecstatic eyes
in the smiling flight of the spirit:
soft tenderness to contemplate life
and not contemplate anything,
feel the caress of light
and the bold call of the signal.

By listening to the subtle,
in the cave of the love song
of the breath and his route,
the divine snail was licked,
labyrinth of music not made,
amazed by the rhythm of the wings
and the leaves:
Thin strings of mysterious lyres
that tunes the wind with long nails.

Smelling on quiet nights,
the art created by man,
penetrating through infinite paths
of silence, at the beginning.
Attentive to the message of the earth
and the perfume of bittersweet stars
of wakefulness.

Discovering among several flavors,
the taste of life, because to live
it's love before anything,
what gives pleasure to the instincts.
The taste of the earth and the fullness of heaven
that the unknown manages to amalgamate,
with happy explosion of beauty
confused with the cosmos.

Touching down,
with the mysterious feeling
of nature,
of everything sensible.
Uniting everything
with the astonishment
of feeling
inevitable
and primal.
The cusp,
the phoenix.

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Saludos, Steemianos hispanohablantes.
Estamos en el día 62, en dirección a 100. Agradezco a las personas que me apoyan y que han leído lo que estoy creando para el desafío de 100 días de Poesía, convocado por #steemitschool. Siempre esperando su gentil mirada y que les guste.

"La poesía es orgasmo de palabras. Libertinaje de conceptos"

Carlos Edmundo de Ory

cita

Fénix

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Siento los ojos,
los encantables ojos extasiados
en el vuelo sonriente del espíritu:
ternura suave para contemplar la vida
y contemplar la nada,
de sentir la caricia de la luz
y la llamada audaz de la señal.

Oyendo lo sutil,
en la gruta de la canción de amor
del aliento y su ruta,
divino caracol lamido,
laberinto de música no hecha,
asombrado por el ritmo de las alas
y las hojas:
delgadas cuerdas de liras misteriosas
que afina el viento con uñas largas.

Oliendo en noches mansas,
el arte creado por el hombre,
penetrando por caminos infinitos,
silenciosos, al principio.
Atenta al mensaje de la tierra
y al perfume de las estrellas agridulces
del desvelo.

Descubriendo entre sabores varios,
el sabor de la vida.
Porque vivir es el amor primero de todo
lo que da placer a los instintos.
Sabor de tierra y plenitud de cielo
que el ignoto logra amalgamar
con la explosión feliz de la belleza
confundida con el cosmos

Tocando fondo
con el misterioso sentimiento
de la naturaleza,
de todo lo sensible.
Uniendo todo
con el asombro
de sentir
lo inevitable,
lo primigenio.
La cúspide,
el fénix.

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Original poem by @zeleiracordero

Reading notes: III

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Source of images:
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May 08, 2018

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