First Prize
The sea not seen Pedro Arturo Estrada
Normal Ah, the sea, finally, the sea and yet nothing, not a word
pointed, nor expected cry.
Arena on shoes because you felt ashamed
undress on the beach, the white skin
scrawny clerk, baldness that wind and water
teach, obscene,
girls playing in the waves, with the sun in breasts, golden
as nymphs.
Ah, the sea, at last, the sea is blue shirts.
And you on the rock, silent, defeated.
The salt on your face without identifying who the
and heart drowning under absurd.
Ah, the sea, finally the sea and back, anger,
or not, the old fault for not entering the water as those
jumping and thoroughly penetrate
in life, love or the dark vertigo.
Ah, the sea, sea view, the more you win the tiredness,
the vacuum and is always night.
also left the girls with light.
And the sky is ominous, and there are storm winds.
The sea of \u200b\u200bdesires
César Tellería
Like a sky poured into the water, looks equally
blue sea of \u200b\u200bmy desire to plant color
bringing my passions,
love that my heart orphan browsing.
saturated At sea sick passions,
As a small brig grabs flight
sailed off in the wings of the wind ... Just
sees the light of love in your eyes shining beacon
That as he is marking the coast
that tells the route to get to your heart. When I anchor
in your arms and kiss your breasts, you can become
happy when I make love,
and take you in my arms around your waist I want to travel
happy with the first kiss ...
Palmira Ortiz
Awe of adversity, draw strength from the courage,
go against Wind,
of nothing
mourn and store everything in silence.
be like you;
would try to be like the sea,
that fierce onslaught against the rocks,
overflowing with soft foam
his strength, saying it was soft,
covered hate subtlety. You
haughty, proud
,
serene and silent,
magnificent eagle flying in this vast world,
that dominates everything at high altitudes,
it disdains all
for false or by common people.
Force fire, warmth
smoke
I want to be like you!
Elisa Golott
This purple dusk when the smell of your sea salt soaks my senses still, I'm stripped of my old clothes. I let the cold water of this magnificent ocean soak my feet, climb up my legs and cover my whole body.
Calm returns to my mind collapsed by the giddy chaos of thoughts, nothing hurts, everything happens and let the water takes forever all the carrion and returns me the energy accumulated through the centuries in its waters sometimes stormy other calmer and perfectly blue.
feel the hot sun and cool breeze on my being extremely thirsty peace and harmony. I leave here my grief and I get the revivals to join me from now on, and nothing touches me, I shall lacerations, I shall not intrude into what is left of this life.
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