Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
BIOGRAPHY: JOLLA LETRAS is a poet of Spanish origin, lover of the genre of protest and social reflection, although fond of romantic poetry. He is currently working on his first novel. He has participated in several poetry tournaments in Mexico and Italy, his lyrics have been recognized by virtual poetry groups in Spain, Argentina and Colombia. He has been selected and won in Ceacorreciones of Spain in short stories. You can find him on Facebook as: JOLLA LETRAS.
WHITE
So many things I have to say, and yet, I find the art of writing difficult,
I find the art of writing difficult.
I face my worst demon, the blank page.
My worst prediction is confirmed, so much to say and on paper, not being able to express it.
In the dizzying dance of my muse, I wait impatiently for my turn to dance.
That moment that she shares with me, where my inspiration is expanded.
But it doesn’t come, only rage!
I pour my despair on the white paper.
I curse it, I blame it, and in an outburst I crumple the page, like a wounded heart,
without realizing that in my letters is my true relief.
My pen, a brave warrior’s weapon, my notebook, silent witness of my feelings.
My letters, drawing of my soul.
The leaf, confidant of my intimate desires.
Let me trap you once again between my lines to make you eternal by my side.
Jolla D.R.A Spain
Tell me what it feels like?
To give a kiss with all your soul, when the heart is the one that rules
And not a deception of your mind.
Tell me what it feels like?
When the touch of your skin, bristles the most intimate senses and you recognize in it you’re present.
Tell me what it feels like?
When you are intoxicated with other people’s bodies and you discover in it what you really long for.
Tell me what it feels like when two souls, lost, meet again forever.
You tell me what it feels like when holding hands, I declare my unconditional love.
You tell me what it feels like to love someone forever….
I hope someday I know what it feels like, to have you.
Jolla D.R.A Spain
Time.
What is time?
You ask me for time
And I don’t know how much that is.
A second without you seems to me an eternity.
However, a life by your side seems to me a sigh.
Define that time for me.
Time to know you,
Time to love you,
Time to hate you,
Time to forget you,
I really don’t get it.
Meanwhile, time keeps passing and I can’t stop it.
Could it be that it’s not our time?
Jolla D.R.A Spain
