The Violin of Love #poem #poetry #prose poem

The air is still like the minutes before confession.
The cloak shrouds me.
On the second breath of the Easter of Roses I walk to the outskirts of your love.
A violin exults fires upon darkness.
In one single stoke your passion consumes and shuns me.
The chambers of my heart resound.
Reds prevent you from understanding how much I love you.
Double stop.
Movements.
My eyes are the eyes of the Sphinx 
I wait.

My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, can be ordered here.

Thank you.
Gabriela

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Passions: an excerpt from a poem and the book trailer

Hello Everyone,

An excerpt from  Love in Blue and Black, a poem included in my book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings [available on Amazon here] and, the book trailer (50 sec).

Thank you for reading and watching.
Have a fabulous rest of the day.
Yours,
G.

my love,
I speak to you through centuries of pain
trees spin barren branches in the air
when loneliness rains on blue hills
I crush my heart
so yours can still beat…

 

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Sweetness #prose poem #poetry #short prose

Scents of linden trees illuminated by an old oil lamp.
The night is me.
I am the night where love delights dwell.
Shed you skin and come with me where minutes melt like chocolate on the tongue of a child.
You, sweetness from beyond the body, what can one say about you?

My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, can be ordered here.

Thank you.
Gabriela

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the world of our making #poem #poetry

on the last Saturday of every month
I see the little girl
who lives inside the world of withered roses and of plasticine
the world of our making cries
delusional
a window thinks it is alive and tries to dance
and in the world of withered roses and of plasticine
where ravens talk
pianos have shut up
I see the little girl
her dress, pale pink
her eyes, mad blue
on her cheeks two tears pantomime a waltz
and on the last Saturday of every month
from the world of our making
the world of withered roses and of plasticine
I send to you my love
a kiss and a forgotten dream
both gloved

My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, can be ordered here.
Thank you
Gabriela

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My book – Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings – was published #poetry book #poems #poem

My book – Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings – was published.

Thank you to all my followers who’ve supported me. I wish I could make the sky rain blessings on all of you. I wish I could heal all wounds with my words. I wish I could send you a rose hidden in whispers of love every day.
I will try. I will never give up. You’ve showed me love. I’ll return your love. Every day I’ll try to give you more than I take. That’s my promise to you.
Yours
Gabriela

Shiver (a poem from my book)

A full moon weeps cold fragrant oil on my face.
Shiver.
The cicadas’ song penetrates the membranes of the space.
On one of my arms a purple mark sighs and then falls asleep.
Looking for prey a snake’s tongue splits the time in two.
I feel the bite.
You.

Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings contains new poems, poems published in various venues, and a few excerpts from my manuscript “Glass Lovers.”

Click Here to View Publisher’s Announcement

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your love to be #poem #poetry

my words roam over your skin
your fingers roam around the craters of the moon
I rain blue scents of lovers from Hellada
I love you
I love with you
poplars break the morning sky
throw me to the sea…
it’s afternoon
the time lights candles
on the shore a lace glove bleeds
secrets of the women of the water
you’ll look for me
the virgin lip of an adulterated sea
your love to be

My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, available for pre-order here

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trap me #poem #poetry #rhyme

trap me
in the rhythms of the Flamenco
whose sounds invade the nights of Southern Spain
to breathe the notes of the guitars which play
and fill the lustrous eyes with burning pain

trap me
in the Florence of my dreams
to walk with Leonardo in its streets
to cry with the Madonna and to verse in Greek
when the last word of Christ forever speaks

trap me …

fragment from the poem trap me [included in my book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings]

you can pre-order my book here

Thank you.

Gabriela

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My book “Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings” now available for pre-order

My Dear Readers,

My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, is now available for pre-order.

You can pre-order here

The paperback version will be released on April 20th.

Below please find the acknowledgments I included in the book.

I am deeply grateful to Christina Schwarz, the author of the
New York Times Bestseller Drowning Ruth, for reading the
manuscript of my book and for offering me her wonderful insights
into my poetry.

I am also thankful to the great Italian poet, Flavio Almerighi,
for translating several of my poems – included in this book – into
Italian, a language that I love deeply.

Last but not least, I am grateful to you, my dear reader –
wherever you are in this world – for your willingness to spend time
with my poetry and to walk the roads of passion and fantasy with
me.

Welcome to my book, my dear reader. For you, I wrote these
poems. For you, I opened the doors of passion, love, and
imagination. Look no further. Come with me, and together we will
defy mortality.

More from the back cover here

Thank you.
Yours
Gabriela

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the miracle of you [included in my upcoming book-Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings] #poem #poetry

the moon’s right-hand
pours soul into my flesh
pigeons’ wings bring scents of lilac blooms
the air gets drunk with poetry
statuary women of the water
flaunt their hair

within the loneliness of you
my heart
rotates five equinoxes on a wooden spindle
your eyes pour flesh into my soul
my body germinates the sounds of growing leaves
I wash my hands into the waters of Guadalquivir
in the scented night of those who never sleep
I say
I love you
and in one single breath
our wedding is transformed
in an enraptured death

was it the moon?
was it the morning dew?
perhaps it was the miracle of you

first published in the KashmirPen Newspaper, April 2019 (slightly modified)
included in my upcoming book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings 

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Meet a young author: Andrew McDowell #guest post

Dear Readers,

Andrew McDowell, the author of Mystical Greenwood in his own words:

“Though I know why I write , pinpointing what first inspired me to start writing is still difficult to answer. As I’ve said before, as a child I relished in my imagination, putting myself in different worlds. I’ve always loved stories, both written and dramatized. Plus, due to my Asperger syndrome, throughout my life I’ve had a variety of strong interests which I pursued learning more about. Maybe it was a combination of all these factors coming together at the right time. Certainly now as a writer, I want to keep trying different forms and genres, to keep learning and growing.”

Visit Andrew’s site here 

Mystical Greenwood, Book I of One with Nature

Publisher: Mockingbird Lane Press

Dermot is a fifteen-year-old boy living in the land of Denú who has always longed for something more in life. His life changes when he encounters a gryphon and a mysterious healer. Drawn into a conflict against one determined to subjugate the kingdom, Dermot and his brother Brian are forced to leave their home.

 A legendary coven must now reunite, for they are Denú’s greatest hope. In the course of meeting unicorns and fighting dragons and men in dark armor, Dermot discovers a deep, sacred magic which exists within every greenwood he crosses through, but his own role in this conflict is greater than he suspects. Can he protect those he loves, or will all that’s good be consumed by darkness?

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