August 2009

Award Winners Poetry Month July

First Prize

"Nelo, Shaman's Apprentice"
Author: Nelson Silva Urra

On the threshold and back to the cave is
kneeling pilgrims.
has completed its initiation, an unforgettable time
ritual.
three trips in search of the mysterious light.
fire, wind and water, were the
for learning throughout life.
countenance serene, free from sin the way to tuck
spring freshness.
before your eyes, a
waterfall coming down from the mountains. Forming a lake
is a kind of blue cloth,
while outer space, seems to rest on the green
acacia forest.
The whole universe and the magic of nature
receive and welcome the apprentice.

Second Prize (shared) FORBIDDEN LOVE

Full moon When I met you seen me

A

U Z L

at night without T

I E

M O P

Pilgrim

Unveiling the summer silence
Disfrázame

P E C

A

D

O

Locked in my body

G

Confiésolo in

R T U

A

I dance, I dream you

Conságrome all Perfílote

a

I L E

N

Z O

love
Lie

M N
A

A T N

I

A Wish

L

Encarcélanse my verses in the dance of your body

Danik Lamm

HIDDEN FEELINGS

Hidden! ...
Among white letters written on papyrus
uncertain
canvas wrap me questions.
That lead me, to the unknown cave of your heart ...
Spring
clear, blue
which reflects my face, innocent
utopias, which are transformed, over time
in the delirium of my destiny. Unwittingly
...
Borras, with your sweet hands
bloody sin, my scattered
impatient soul.

reborn my feelings ...

Graciela Moreno

micro story Gandor Month Award Winners Award

First Prize

The ascetic
By Maria Laura Irico

entered the cave with the firm intention to wash away their sins.
Stripped of their clothes, carrying a canvas only way loincloth.
thought aside purified all foods survive drinking pure spring water. The blue atmosphere afforded to the environment by surrounding stone walls, will help him focus on only important thing.
After some time, felt that he was ready to exit the self-imposed seclusion, and did so with great effort.
What he saw filled him with confusion: the world we had left was not the same before him spent. With resignation, he returned to penetrate in his cave, never to leave. Second Prize

Your memory

With eyes fixed on the window Nora had before it the typical postcard of Buenos Aires winter, as the lyrics of a tango ... humidity, rain and cold, the street was empty and His face reflected the gray of the overcast sky in his eyes, glass eyes misted as mingled with the lingering memory of that night with Ernesto lived every moment as a film was repeated again and again, the same melody enveloping your senses . Covering
the blue robe, took his coffee cup and walked toward the bed where the sheets wrinkled CANVAS still had the scent of her perfume, her body trembling slid drunk, hug the pillow and revived the ecstasy I had never felt. His body was the grotto where the lustful passions led her to touch the stars in the hands of the most immense pleasure, his touch, his kisses were fresh water springs that managed to put out the fire that his skin felt.
was the night they were able to satisfy their lustful instincts among those strong arms and passionate. But when she closed the door Ernesto understood that this would be the last time I would see ... a fiery farewell TIME never erase. If so many uncontrollable passion was SIN, Nora again and again biting the apple prohibited without any remorse, knowing that the man that led her to discover every part of his essence had scored, it would not be the same ... there was a before and after now full of new experiences and great sadness at his departure .-
NORA
Ricotti

Third Prize

Whispers and Voices.

had been foolish to enter the cave. When he found that old canvas between things stolen from the church his first thought was to leave with anything else but an invisible force had led him to quickly save before he saw the sexton. Once at home spread it on the table and unrolled study a kind of sinister creaking frightened him. When I looked at what he felt was terror along with the chill that ran through her body. The bright colors were faded and mixed with each other except blue. This remained on the canvas, forming a four-pointed star and its center emanated a light blinded him. Had to look away while it covered with a thick towel and hurried from the room.
He was walking down the street, not daring to go back and dared not say anything to his friend Damian for fear that this, in turn, told him to others. He checked his watch and realized that the time moved inexorably to two in the morning. He had back but was afraid to confront what they had already guessed at that star. But should face it once and for all. Penance for his sin was worth if he could save his life and that of others. He
thoughts and focused on the great silence that reigned around. He still had a long way to go before I could perceive the sound of water. I got a soft aroma with warm gusts of air. He wondered where the boundary that separates the border of absurdity and reality of this adventure in which they had gotten it without thinking. She was afraid but I could not turn back. Suddenly he found himself in the water almost without realizing it. Was hot. The spring was not too big and becoming flowed from above the water cascade threw a foam into a small creek. The cry was drowned in his throat and he could finally open my eyes. Ma

Ascension Rivera