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Sunrise in A Second Time
Sunrise in A Second Time
Sunrise in A Second Time
Selected Poems
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with which it transferred my ideas from
Spanish to English, without greatly
altering the order, originality and literary
creativity.
Although I must also admit that this is
not a work that is translated from
Spanish to English itself, because the
title is original, in this book of poetry I
gather in a single selection some of the
poems that appear in other of my poetry
books: Luna de ciervo, Estío de cristal,
Ópalo Negro, and Adentro del alma... sí
hace ruido, some already published,
others accepted for publication and
others still unpublished.
I only hope that this material will
contribute to disseminate and reach a
different reading audience what I write,
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with a language that they can
understand, apart from my mother
tongue, which is Spanish. So it remains
at your disposal, dear reader, the text
entitled: Sunrise in second time.
Selected Poems.
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Geobanys Valle Rojas
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GEOBANYS VALLE ROJAS
(Sancti Spíritus, Cuba; 1991), Bachelor
in Pedagogy-Psychology, was a
professor at the University of Sancti
Spíritus "José Martí Pérez", Cuba, where
he obtained the teaching category of
Assistant Professor. Member of the
Cuban Society of Psychology. He has
also been a member of several research
projects, both institutional and corporate.
He has dabbled in poetry, essays,
narrative and research. As part of his
scientific-research production, he has
several scientific articles and
investigative scientific papers published,
such as La formación de la competencia
científica en docentes en proyectos de
investigación (Revista Conrado, 2022,
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Cuba), El pensamiento de José Martí y
el ideario del Dr. Antolín García Álvarez
en la formación de estudiantes de la
carrera Pedagogía-Psicología (Revista
Atlante. Cuadernos de Educación y
Desarrollo, 2020, Spain), La orientación
educativa en el contexto de los medios
de comunicación masiva (Revista
Márgenes, 2017, Cuba), among others.
He has also published several books,
such as Adentro del alma... sí hace ruido
(Poemario, 2019, Argentina), Oshún y
Yemayá. Como dos Gotas de Agua
(Ethnography, 2016, 2023, USA), and
Ese O, Baba (Stories, 2015, 2023, USA).
He also has articles published in the
books Road to School. Selección de
lectura para la preparación del docente
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de la universidad (Editorial Universitaria,
2021, Cuba), and in Conciencia e
innovación para el desarrollo sostenible
Vol. 1 (Editorial Edacun, 2021, Cuba).
He holds several awards and has also
received several prizes, such as the
Scientific Merit Award 2015, Silver Medal
at the National Festival of Amateur
Artists of the University Student
Federation in the poetry genre 2016,
among others.
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Index
On a purple night……………. 17
Effigy of Oscar Wilde……….. 19
Ruth………………………… 22
The blue dance……………. 25
The dream I have left………. 28
Calpurnia…………………… 30
Deer moon……………….. 33
Souvlaki and mastika……… 35
Châtellerault………………. 37
Perfidy of your shadow……. 39
... And I'll dream of you……. 41
To the lover……………… 42
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Red sky…………………….. 44
Love of my life……………… 46
The most beautiful verses
tonight……………………….. 49
XXII………………………… 52
Innocent…………………… 54
Because I will stay………… 57
To get to know us……………. 59
Vertigo………………………… 61
To your encounter…………. 64
Vieux Papes………………… 66
A lost woman………………. 68
She caresses the silence……. 69
Poetry to Life………………… 72
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You are very much like my
loneliness……………………. 74
Body on body……………….. 76
A woman looking at a portrait… 79
Utopia………………………… 81
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On a purple night
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does not renounce the charm of being
perceived like a brushstroke of dawn
on the canvas of the sky.
The sheets are wrung on your skin,
emulating the folds of a shell.
Everything is consented. Shudder
the libidinous words that your ears hear,
and you open your wings like a white
swan that longs to be possessed
at the height of the dance
of the muses of Olympus.
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Effigy of Oscar Wilde
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as if to hold a feather again
to fix on the parchments
his astonishing epiphany.
Captivity left his mind barren and
desolate.
Without lovers, without an audience to
wait for him.
Where an empty theater cheered
his now disowned plays.
The withered eyes could not hide
the need to see him. It was his hope,
his routine dream. It was only the
whisper of a distant memory.
And he wandered in the deserts shouting
his name, with the company of
a stubborn silence.
That young man with golden hair
had condemned him to his ordeal.
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And now he was looking for him to
accompany him
to the place where he longed to be,
next to that boy with fire in his blood.
And he longed for him cancer, resolute,
delectable.
And he longed for him dilettante to
consensual sodomy.
Their hands intertwined for an instant,
the lips became accomplices of the skin,
and hearts beat in time to
a familiar rhythm. He had found it.
He was happy without knowing he was
no longer.
He loved when love had faded.
But at the end of that last night,
that blond feckless no longer danced by
his side.
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Ruth
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While the singing of the birds would
moderate the pain aroused by the
departure of the homeland.
In the sea, in the air, a part of you was
gone, that on the way
had left you incomplete.
But hold on to Gardel's tango,
because the returning traveler,
sooner or later,
has to stop his walk, to receive you
whole and brimming with happiness.
And you would come to me,
kneeling at the end of the day before
the venerable image of an
Immaculate Virgin.
Your shadow would encircle
the body asleep in prayer.
And I would return to your belly,
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just as in Mary
full of grace a dying Jesus Christ
remained in her warm arms.
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The blue dance
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his lips bit the fingers
that sought them with seduction.
On his back he lay on the bed,
feeling how the caresses ran down
his spine, slowly, until they reached
to the naked buttocks that awaited him.
It was like an apricot penetrated
by a finger that between its juicy masses
played with pleasure,
until the flesh and juices own
were confused with a thick substance
like a cloud of cotton.
His countenance radiated at the
the rapture aroused.
Feelings met,
and the bells rang out announcing
the new hour. They, in the room,
played at kissing. Without going against
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nature, without saying a word,
they promised to love each other with
their eyes.
It was then that he called by his name,
and wanted the afternoon not to end,
that the spring would gush forth,
and that their feet would dance together
where no one would see them.
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The dream I have left
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Breathing in the air, lost among
the facades of dazzling buildings,
dancing to the rhythm
of the rushing horns
of the cars, warmed by the sun
that bends me on the sand in front
the white beach.
Among birds migrating through the
clouds, where the constellations mobilize
inspiration and happiness is converted
into a hundred years of freedom.
Where Moscow forgives tears,
the warmth of people makes them
more human, and one God goes out to
all with one and the same name.
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Calpurnia
To Calpernia Addams
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that she didn't have time to check.
But she loved him in the days she could,
without shows, without sequins that
sparkled diverting the glances,
without a song she had to dub.
It was hers, it was his,
and nothing else was needed when
no matter her fabricated breasts,
her equal private parts
nor the marked Adam's apple.
Because she was a woman,
protruding above
of the robust skin.
Soldiers do not cry,
and they still weep in graves where
white flowers wither,
and they still weep in airplanes
that don't fly,
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and they still cry in the wars
that they don't win,
and they still weep for the dreams
that do not reach.
They do not speak of idylls disowned,
of unusual canteens
nor of the stages that remain empty,
with the lights on.
And she won a crown with a love
that did not get to see her,
but brought her overthrow on her knees
to the ground,
to scream her name,
though he could no longer hear her.
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Deer moon
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does not see me.
I prefer deer in the penumbra.
Where offensive caresses console me.
And I kiss a shoulder,
and I bite my biceps and triceps.
And your tongue plays first with my neck,
then with my chest
and ends with my sex.
I murmur at your moan,
that announces the final combat...
She remains my confidant.
But she shares with the wind
the mystery of the kisses
that are not given.
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Souvlaki and mastika
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has been a spring that allows me
in his bed to daydream.
A footballer scores his goal,
and I lose myself to give him a kiss.
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Châtellerault
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I don't want to reach the moon.
My head has no hat.
My heart is not of iron or steel,
and it says your name
when it beats slowly.
I long for a kiss. I remain silent.
And the stars return me to space.
Butterflies fly in my stomach.
My arms is bristless.
I make a speech that no one hears.
I go against all odds.
I don't want distance.
I don't want eyes that don't see.
When two soldiers at war,
so that their love won't die: they fight.
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Perfidy of your shadow
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Empty tears hide my peek.
I think of you all and you give me nothing.
I still don't give up this love for you.
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... And I'll dream of you
Whisper words to me
in the silhouette of a bay.
Show me that you love me,
that my life is all yours.
Bare your soul,
seek my spirit.
Draw a word
in the sand that enamors
at your feet.
Tell me you love me
and I will dream of you.
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To the lover
My sweet lover
comes at night.
He takes me in his arms
and lifts me up for a while.
And he is sweet, and he is tender
and it's intense.
So hot that it burns
like fire.
My lover friend
devours me in his gaze.
When his kisses eat me,
my skin trembles excited.
And he changes my pose,
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and steals my silence
and allows sex to enjoy.
As he becomes a demon,
it stays on the skin
in a single touch.
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The red sky is mine,
and Paris shakes me to Havana.
One street, a thousand roads,
I run quick to embrace her.
And my arms light up,
my gaze reflects her.
I am absorbed, more than blind,
I am awakened by sleep
and I can finally kiss her.
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Love of my life
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my sofa, my kitchen complains too.
When you are there, life
gives me back a rainbow.
Everything is a party and harmony inside.
If I scold, you it's not because I feel it
and it's because I want you in me:
as you need the air
at all times.
At your side I discovered the light.
I live sadness and a thousand joys.
You gave me the moon in the day,
you carried me in your thoughts.
This heart while it beats
does not forget,
it prefers to kiss you and
to bring you in its sleep.
The most precious thing in
me has been to have you.
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Because you are the eternal love
of my life.
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The most beautiful verses
tonight
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That's why I can write to you
tonight, in silence,
even if the horizon hides from you,
the most beautiful thing about me.
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XXII
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the curves that God is infatuated with.
I no longer go to mass because you are
my temple,
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Innocent
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and even kills!
when you fall asleep.
I gave my heart,
my dreams and something else.
And I understood that he loses
who gives everything.
It's hard to love when
it's not a time of cholera.
It just happens, in a
rose-colored novel.
It only happens, in a verse
of Tagore.
It only happens,
when it happens,
and it's never forever.
I didn't believe in devils,
my song was innocent.
Until I saw myself in
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your green eyes,
and God didn't baptize me.
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Because I will stay
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while you watched the
Brazilian soap opera.
Because I'll keep the kisses,
with your dancing smell,
with your warm hands
and your smile that lost me in the
immense sea.
Because I will stay with you in the
memory
I won't be able to forget you, as long as
I'm awake here.
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To get to know us
to my mother, Moraima
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when I protected myself in your arms.
You gave me a kiss
that invited us to get to know each other.
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Vertigo
Noon is approaching,
and foolish hands
force you to bed.
Though your heart resisted,
it was your mind that commanded,
disordered.
And the sheets and
the pillow were accomplices.
Time served as a pimp,
there was no music, but
your improvised moans,
when dissembled
like a well you danced.
Those hands urged you
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to lose yourself in emotion.
If the eyes looked at you,
it was all provocation.
When you said nothing
my heart spoke to you.
It lifted you up in revolt,
and ran through your body,
and kissed your lips,
caressed your breasts,
he found you in the "I love you".
He gave himself to the moment;
he fell asleep in your arms.
He could enjoy every part,
every piece,
every side of you,
with a tender and sublime passion.
You could not bear the vertigo
of so much abyss,
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I kept you in my voice.
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To your encounter
I think to love,
and I don't sleep.
I prefer to daydream.
I keep quiet. I breathe. The open eyes
that look at you in the walls,
in the atmosphere, in the wind.
I long for your kisses,
your body. A crazy night
like those in which
one gave himself to the other,
everything solved.
I think of you when I arrive,
and I despair.
I look for you in my mind,
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in my closed eyelids,
in the dream.
I see you coming, and I
I stand still; while
you lift my soul
and I go to meet you.
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Vieux Papes
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The sayings are pronounced when
speaking,
desire held back for an instant.
I left still the eyes that wanted to look,
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A lost woman
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She caresses the silence
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Oh, my hands, bring me his footprint!
yes, that one that clings
to accompany me.
Do not forsake me.
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Poetry to Life
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Sometimes it has the form of an elevator,
to be up for a while, and down for a while.
The cycle is the same, no one can avoid
it, because the law is written: that is
sacred! And if the origin were divine, life
would be more than a biblical passage,
exempted from sin. Life would then be a
blessing, or better a gift, but one of those
that lasts only a short time, and that is
why we must enjoy it.
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You are very much like my
loneliness
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it cannot be denied:
I like to talk about Socrates or Marilyn,
and as a poem, I prefer
an angel and a rose.
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Body on body
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Fingers lost in the hair.
Words that acclaim
a joy that is not earthly.
Body on body.
And I don't want to feel it.
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A woman looking at a portrait
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And when he returns to the present
he finds the expiration date near
after feeling the wrinkles on her forehead.
That brunette hair has been
replaced by the dominant gray hair.
It happened with the elegance, the joy,
and with all the things she says she had.
A woman who looks at her portrait
says goodbye to youth,
that condemns her to the past.
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Utopia
It nourishes my soul
to contemplate you from afar.
Desire grows in
every sigh that escapes.
I kiss you when I close my eyes
and caress your snowy skin,
that stands out in your red clothes.
We are sweethearts,
though you don't know it.
I love you in silence, like someone who
gives a shooting star
that his dream takes away.
Your arms, your chest,
your scent that reaches me from afar.
Even if the rain falls,
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even if the heat strips us naked
and some bushes separate us:
my soul surrenders to you,
my heart kisses you,
and in your deified skin
my spirit is enraptured.
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