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Private moment
reveals a tumultuous inner world, with the particularity
of being a world recreated from the experience with the help
of memory and consummated with the talented resources of the trade.
Written in the last vestiges of adolescence,
in those lonely moments when dreams and imagination are
connected with the secret inner realities, quivering
with barely glimpsed flashes reveals pure awareness of oneself,
one's own capabilities and shortcomings, the vehement
discovery of the concerns that the perception of time involved,
the fear of the evolution in which all paths are open and they
all want to travel, checking one's own vulnerability coupled with
the desire to “fly like hawks by the mountains. ”
Successful metaphor is well used by the author to be applied to himself:
“Wild as a virgin forest” This shows in his powerful wake impatient.
In times of crisis, Gabriel Maresca, consumer faith in himself and his
creativity is an example of our youth healthier and more responsible,
enabling us to keep our hopes alive in the future.
Agustín Alezzo
“When you feel sadness in your heart and fear invade your mind
wondering what the point of your life, breathe deeply, close your eyes,
traveling in your private time and let the wind harass their wings brings
your most cherished dream, making it reality ... ”
Gabriel Maresca
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- Phrase I
- Private Moment
- Traveling to the sun
- Clamor of Éleon
- Fear
- Love Nasty
- Phrase II
- Dark Roads
- Vocation
- Actor
- Teacher
- The word
- Phrase III
- The picture of Uncle Natalio
- False hearts
- My friend
- Waiting for you
- A king born
- Phrase IV
- The ship of dreams
- Farewell to love
- The passage of time
- The last letter
- Farewell
- Phrase V
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Private Moment
Sitting in my wooden stool opaque, thin legs and long,
flowing into the white sandy beach and the eastern horizon at the front showing the sunset, ascend to the throne of the imagination.
A pen and paper are my only elements. The cigar and a glass of good wine, eat my inspiration. The air fills me with sensaciones.
La disembodied growing darkness gives me my private time. Loneliness breaks ally of creativity my schemes. The image of the sleeping city,
waiting anxiously awake, I am reassured by the soul.
The experiences come alive in my thoughts. The hours pass like the blink of an eye. The sounds are calling my attention.
My spirit trembles, my consciousness fades and the reason expected to end…
Gabriel Maresca
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“The warrior's body, pierced by
hell bloody daggers, plunges
in deep ocean waters to enter
in the realm of eternal night.Heavy
tides, hitting his face with devotion,
open their hidden wounds and burn their
tender lips ...”
Gabriel Maresca
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- 1- Odyssey in the storm
- 2- Dime
- 3- Cowardice
- 4- White poison
- 5- Behind closed doors
- 6- Among white petals and solitary
- 7- Thinking of a lack of love
- 8- Curses
- 9- Words
- 10- I want
- 11- Feelings
- 12- There were no words
- 13- My beloved
- 14- White Pages
- 15- Fire fatuous
- 16- Failure
- 17- Suicide
- 18- The last look
- 19- Fly
- 20- Dear Lover
- 21- No longer
- 22- The train of miracles
- 23- Mirror of the soul
- 24- Light avenging hell
- 25- Destination
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Odyssey in the Storm
The hours pass with profound horror.
And I sing in such a violent image,
these tears run alive
being published my entire soul
Crude is sunset;
to cloud, in mourning, in chaos sleepy.
It does not sing the river, silent discontent.
Van the stars in the firmament,
lazy, black and lifeless.
¡Oh, secret voice of bitter condemnation!
Ice prison, pale fragments.
Want to play with me between life and death,
and let myself drift without power at sea.
But while there is hope and despair,
After living and dreaming, I wake up with my singing.
And through her tears tired of the wind,
enjoy the dark landscape of my wound.
Gabriel Maresca
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