On Friday, Oct. 23 opened a new course of Smyrna with the presence of Ricardo Virtanen.
A night full to the brim (as in Eire that covered our heads), where the audience could enjoy a few Haikus Madrid with aromas of Chicago.
Ricardo, perhaps because of their tables as a teacher, gave us an example of what should be the "Master Class" explaining everything about what they are and what it means Haiku poetry for him.
One night when all that was missing was a drum breaks. But as the poet says, and this Friday a "sweet time. / No time for much."
not miss the next. Team Smyrna.
Notes From footnotes (99 short poems) (2005)
PAIN OF THE DEAD EQUATION
days and mysteries are invincible.
Under the death of my thinking there are deaths
millennial human
feelings of others lives
pagan, desiring to my dream.
If I evaded fever
corrupts me a voice of omen inúti
gold watch contempt
if reality
palp with my eyes awake,
light emerges from that fateful
century awaiting my fate, stealthy.
not kill the most hurtful moments:
have to commit to days.
*
loiter
heaven my home
stars and obscure paths straight
an afternoon consumed.
* Sweet dreams dream that mud,
under the skin from the sun, these days
December.
*
Basho
When meditating on the dream of memory,
glow runs in the rain of your days.
*
The splendor of that dirty snow, the darkest shade
in the corners of dead cities.
What if the sun is reborn after spitting,
burns in the morning light.
*
Swords in the mist of my dream,
cut roses were my last. Morning
my madness is cold, crazy
shake my dreams.
*
ax
Under light and haze, glare
seduces
sad willow moss dying in the snow.
*
The drop in the cherry red lights
new day and dream.
* Junipers know everything
wet night that hides behind the dream.
* Shear
a land plows
leaden. They come and go, lingering, only shadows
wounds, loneliness
in the rain are echoes of a past
tiresome.
*
A hard
machete cuts down a tree that bleeds. His hand trembles.
* I love this life.
seem temporary and mortal things I vacuum.
immortal scorn and cold scent
decayed statues that accuse the sad
walks.
*
My past lies like a shadow,
elusive, stubborn because I live.
Seductive, drop me in it, and every hour I
mine some remains high:
this unfinished story
frayed.
*
When the time gap and you,
is full of splendor with other lives, there will still be some reflection
that would betray the shadow of your now.
*
dry in the ashes of the fire
is what promises the secret of your life.
De provocative Thirst (Haiku and tanka) (2006) Go to the crying
a blooming spring
ice field.
* Contigo
passes the pages of a book
fly attentive.
* Dulce
time. No time to
both infinite enjoyment.
*
Everything is wet under the moonlight.
're always alone.
* Miro
snow.
the dark shadow crosses a black jackdaw.
*
A dream in another
every moment passed.
can hear the crickets.
*
planted cherry trees in his garden in autumn.
is never in it!
* Some perfumes
autumn evenings. You find yourself
absent.
*
Roe
rock of my gloom
a soft wind.
*
In this shadow you
tends night is your day.
*
mundane
Everything is under the cool shade of the cherry
.
*
Despite the blue sky, the dark forest known
injured. *
Winter Flowers.
My pain and
land covered with snow. *
Drifting
every thought is there in my death.
Look
*
rain, wet
the same planting.
Your pain is the shadow of hours
told by your hand.
*
I'm into you because time is finite.
Close your eyes, but quite
see what touches my absence. Ricardo
Virtanen
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