Belquis Barés
Belquis Barés Poems
How not to love you, love, how not to love you!
If with your kisses you molded me.
If in order that I loved you, you wrenched
The most beautiful piece of your soul
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Deny yourself the right to dream.
Kill any trace of hope.
Let your look color everything in black and fatalism.
Never believe in your strengths.
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The illusion of an angel
Taking care of my teps, is born.
The belief that you will be there
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My hope is torn apart by your absence.
Trying to keep you in my memories,
The hours of waiting bleed.
The nights prolong your silence.
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As wild little animals
The words got frightened:
Before your dreamed presence
Inflamed the landscape.
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Nothing is impossible in love,
Only to forget what is forbidden us.
How to ignore the call of love
If the meeting cries from the soul?
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Nature delivered me a beautiful gift:
The lawn, covered in a snowy cloak,
Adorns with little clouds the tree
Without leaves, so sadly left behind.
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When the problems, the pessimism, the unwillingness,
or the bad humor try to suffocate me
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I refuse to die – to be an oblivion.
I am addicted to the affection:
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Sheltered in a dream of love
the vision of the body of his dear
provides him with superhuman force.
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Belquis Barés Biography
I want to thank Mark Leonard Melcher, who took my poems carlingly and traslated them brautifully. I also want to thank my daughter for helping me to traslate my poems and Rhemasonador for reading my poetry so much feeling. You can listen my poems recited in english by Rhemasonador at http: //www.acidplanet.com/artist.asp? songs=375185)
The Best Poem Of Belquis Barés
Hope
If they steal the Sun from you,
the stars,
the moon.
If the wind stops
without touching you
The nostalgia of the life
falls dropp to dropp
turned into shy longings.
One to one
the images wake up
that slept you knew
and you do not remember.
They stretch themselves of the lethargy
of the subconscious
in which they were caught
and execute the mysterious dance
of the desire that in the chest becomes huge
How to teach the dreams how to speak?
How to understand his messages?
How to listen to the voice
that flaps its wings, fearfull?
How to deny to a dream
the possibility of bewitching us?
And without realizing
the certainty of the unreal thing
opens the doors for the reality
in order that an illusion is born.
The silence is an anxious wait
The calmness faints away of restlessness
and a fresh breeze awakes in the blood
cocoons of passion that were silenced.
Body and soul are energized
outlining finely a project.
But the intellect intervenes
with its almost mathematical logic
enunciating its numbers and distances
that now are useless
since a hope has born.
Mouthful of life that saves us!
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7/23/2025 5:05:21 AM # 1.0.0
I feel like taking my clothes off in your presence, leaving my coverings as tributes on rocks. I waste myself in longitude and a latitude which will never know our lascitude, the rocky shore of our encounter in a dreamworld of poetry. I connect to you as many who pale to your feeling, your sincere rapture which accompanies the depth of poetry. To you I erect a sycophancy of all poetry which should be written in a downpoour of rain and lightening. I only hope that someday we shall meet.