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"International Letters" is an elaborate feature of the Pearson Poetry Society, designed to bring together the best poetry from creators around the world. This column invites contributors from all over the world and in different languages, and invites professional literary and artistic translators as special guest translators to accurately present the connotation of the works, and strive to show readers the frontier style of world poetry and promote multicultural exchanges.

CESAR LORQU : Cesar Lora Quintana, born in 1969, a native of Cartagena, Colombia. A physician and poet, short-story and novella writer, he has been independently publishing since the late 1980s and has won several selection awards. Literary influences: Charles Bukowski, Charles Podler, andLatin American LiteratureWriters of the "explosion" period (e.g. Jorge Luis Borges, Julio Costasar, Gabriel García Márquez).

Translation:The shovel farmer, a blood mushroom grown in the soil of Beijing in 2933.

Hu'An (O Xu Zhihong. [呲牙]) : Doctorado de literatura comparada, Universidad de Pekín. Línea de interés: Lorca, Surrealismo y Rilke.

Traduccion inglés, mandarin.

sphere

Two mirrors surround me.

Let me revisit my behavior.

Whenever i decide to stop,

End this false habit -

In other diners

While eating, hand it to me.

The bread on their lips

Filling up when you are hungry

Sitting at the table alone.

Two reasons why i should wait again,

Underpinned by a small amount of strength.

It put a knot in my mouth

That way it can't say anything.

What my smart heart wanted it to say,

A moving sphere

The reflection of unimportant light.

Two logarithmic displacements

Let me not die right away,

A perfect sigh,

It was collected before the alveoli,

Like a cold wind.

Crashed my twisted central cut tooth

On that white wall,

Remind the voice of its tone.

There's an unparalleled line of anger in your mouth,

Another explanation that doesn't satisfy me,

Another excuse to keep me silent,

It's just another one.

Take a closer look at the reasons for logic.

A reason to come home

Get back to those false promises,

One single reason for me to renew.

Your broken bonds, lest you wait too long.

Whether it's the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter,

The ball does not lie and does not stop,

Because of more unexpected rotations

They came from all over the world,

And then you ended my life on the way,

Behind a flash of a broken neck.

June 2023

Your wet face

June 2023

In the thinness of the foam in a cold beer

The Rain Water Stopped

My face,

I gave it to someone else at a place.

Under the protection of an English umbrella

I was passing that moment of time

I asked myself: This moment

How long can I live with it? In the cold

Tired of a dead time,

I have no answer,

Only make a heavy cheek.

Lean on a deft hand,

The icy winds of the long rainy season

It taught me new emotions,

The hurry melted between my fingers,

Mozart's 40th Symphony began quietly,

Remind me: hurry

I can't get me to go somewhere else,

So i pulled up the umbrella,

Let your face hide in.

From the water from the sky,

Its pleasant singing

It's hitting me.

The legs ring when they don't know where to go,

My legs were lost in time, wandering through the crowds,

With so many people, no one noticed me.

I'm in my pocket again.

Look for that lucky pen,

Write a dream song for you,

Thus, between what has been given and what has been forgotten,

I made room for the water.

Act in faith for your blind eyes.

When the birds sang a song

February 16, 2023

When the birds sang a song

I'll go back to the fields,

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city,

I'm gonna find you again,

Under the cold streams,

Your face was covered with water,

In the salty sea that bathes you.

I'll be back from the city,

Follow your footsteps,

What's emanating from your noble body?

Chen Yan Fenfang,

I touched your waist.

The desecrated outline.

I'll go back to the fields again,

Find you under the almond trees of Padan,

You smiled at me and wept.

The Canary and the Nightlyn

There was a loud song,

They were in the midday heat

I lost my way.

I'm gonna come back and chase you,

Just like when we were young,

In your yard.

As soon as I catch up with you,

Just fill you with kisses,

In a sigh

Steal all the elegance of your body.

I'll come back, stand by the window,

Watch the big tailed crow flirting,

Have fun with its friends,

Under the almond tree in my house,

There, the birds sang a song,

The sweet smell reminds me

Your teenage face,

My hands once sketched it.

Conquer your route.

When the bird sings again,

I'm gonna bet on my fate,

Knock on your door,

Just to start over.

I'll accept whatever you give me,

I'm gonna sit down and watch you,

Then you'll serve a cup of coffee,

I'll sip it,

It got stranded in your lap.

When birds sing,

The glory of your kiss

Stop me from leaving,

I'll take it again.

The warmth of your body,

To deceive death, he rode a black jaguar,

Look for me.

The shadow of the night

Outside the window, the sky was getting dark and the fireflies were beating in a mess.

In the window, I overlooked a dwarf palm.

Shake gently at the edge of the garden

Their long, elegant silhouettes loom.

The strong and sweet scent of jasmine

They penetrated my sense of smell like caramel,

It briefly distracted me from my focus.

The night outside the window was warm and sweet

Especially clear in the bright moonlight

The moon completely ignores my presence, with its light

And control of the tides, showing its majesty to the dead.

I drowned in my memories with a hint of casual intention

Want to get back everything we're innocent about.

And the time of rejoicing.

I see you from afar, but you are hazy.

As if it never existed, as if the night were between our two living souls

The clearest thing.

And the cold wind was the tip of my shaking finger.

The bond between you and your long absence.

Outside the window, the shadows of the bookcase wood and embroidered oysters swam,

A thick and eloquent shadow, stubbornly attached to it

On my fading skin,

Trying to uncover what I'm hiding, unwilling to let those

Secrets known by those who peer behind them.

Behind the window, my eyes penetrated the glass,

Looking into the shadows

The faint light of a journey through the jungle.

Behind the window, a silence whispered, ripping and choking my tongue

Because it reflects light, because it is reinforced by empty words,

It's a pure silence, because it's me praising you

That green darkness is the best way.

There was glass and glass in my little cell.

White walls smelling of iodine and chlorine, I saw you

On a gentle and quiet night, I ask you to be with me for a few more moments

Because it's dawn and I'm an old man.

He is no longer fertile ground or fertilizer.

ZAFiedAd

August 3, 2022

I went back to each post

Three "likes" on a daily basis

That superficial idea of wanting to develop

It's just a thought.

You already said that before,

You already said that.

I'm tired of myself.

If the truth is so obvious,

Why doubt it?

Today we have

Conjunction poems, rewritten poems, and short stories

Let me know which one you choose,

Being a bored guy

This is the package I am willing to accept.

Now you're gonna tell me what you're looking for.

And I'm ready for you.

Borges, Vallejo

And Ruiz Safran,

Those most inspiring authors.

At rest,

I'll read you a short poem

The poem that inspires you,

You'll say it in your blunt language.

Whether they are or now.

I write poetry

It's not as good as following you.

There's something funny about the back of the phone,

So, don't talk so much with you,

I can't help but send you an expression.

A rose was held between my teeth,

Trying to make you believe

What You Believe

I want you to understand it completely.

If you believed in something

It didn't make you miserable.

That means it never existed.

If I'm by accident

I sent you a greeting.

You'll make me better off deleting it.

Because you're dismissive.

Close to boring, nameless guys,

If I'm by accident

Be prompted by a sudden impulse

I wanted to go find some wool.

Go play and shake the bed.

ZAFiedAd

3 ago 2022

I returned to my usual reality

of the three I like

by published,

la somera idea de progreso

es solo idea,

You have already manifested it before,

You've told me

Until you get tired

And if so to testa

Why doubt it.

For today we have

Acrostics, paraphrases and stories

You will tell me what you choose,

As a bored subject

This is the menu to which

I resign and teach.

You will tell me what you are looking for

But I've prepared you

a Borges, a Vallejo

y a Ruíz Zafón,

The authors who most motivate.

In the break

I will read you a short verse

Of those who inspire you,

You'll tell me in your harsh language

Neither they nor the one who

Now he writes,

That's better you go

After your cell'

Don't let them bother you,

I'll send you resigned

Emoji with a rose

Encased between the teeth,

So make you believe the

Que professas

And so accept one

For all that if not

It never hurts

It's that it never existed.

If by any chance

I leave you a message

Rather delete it

Because you're not going

You don't get along with guys.

Bored and unappealing,

If by any chance

Semeantoje

Looking for the wool

A jalao of bed.

Memory Games

July 24, 2021

At this moment in history

The only thing I'm sure of is that

That was the shield.

The meaning of my war of fault,

I can admit it.

Even though I controlled my diet and exercised,

The size of my belly

Still expanding naturally.

I can admit it.

It fell on my shoulder,

Dry hair

The missing part in front of that brow,

I must leave the room.

Showing light for a road,

I can understand you.

Understand your thoughts

Like a bull.

It's slowly approaching,

Hesitation is effective,

The door is closed,

My Memory Game

See everything,

In a time, it was well arranged and yet

Spending the night in the quiet of a peaceful farewell,

With a hand in hand, you kill.

The anxiety of the people of Chronos.

The woman behind the sun

September 28, 2023

The light of the sun is immoral,

Dye the skin of your leaves to copper

Be sure of your color

They will live on earth intact.

Protect yourself from your golden curly hair.

Prideful intrusion, king of the stars.

Knowing I won't be able to welcome you back

It brings a calm anxiety,

And i used to hide behind the curtains in the gloomy living room,

My inner anxiety was the same when I waited for my mother to return.

I calmed down and looked forward to her journey in Barranquilla,

Struggling for a few pesos of goods,

See how much you've changed.

I devoured my daily life,

Like the seagulls behind the walls of Rustnassus.

Swallowing herring and carp,

Those soft and timid fishes

I couldn't escape the current,

Eventually, I suffocated

The predator's narrow throat.

Now that I've got up and left, I'm gone.

Once on a chair facing the sea

Wait until you get off the bus at five in the afternoon,

On my sidewalk,

With sweet, fresh eyes,

It smelled fresh and soothing,

I'm sure I'll see each other again the next day,

I'm waiting for you at the bus stop,

Show you another letter,

In the letter I vowed to always love a woman who doesn't exist,

Because of you, we'll never know.

Who is the partner who lives in my dream?

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