by Katija Pineiro | May 3, 2015 | Katija Pineiro, Poetry
You can only remain crumpled in shadows of your love, true to your own delusions. I know. I’m the same. I can only remain a custodian of love, true to my own truth, but it takes everything in me to abolish the last look you gave me. If I could only walk your...Read More
by Katija Pineiro | Jan 8, 2015 | Contributors: Poetry, Art Gallery, General, Katija Pineiro, Poetry
A chain of unguarded thoughts compresses all my waking hours, desire to run the hazard recalibrates my soul. A part of myself left out open, brings me benediction. I can only bare anonymous gifts, so keep your eyes covered and stay in an interlude – between two...Read More
by Katija Pineiro | Oct 12, 2014 | Contributors: Poetry, Art Gallery, Katija Pineiro, Poetry
I hand myself over to you, transcribed into the sound of hypnotic whisper, promising heavens, and astral flights. It takes moments to take off into planes of light, a gravity free delirium calls, I weightlessly entered through a translucent wall. In this place, words...Read More
by Katija Pineiro | Sep 26, 2014 | Contributors: Poetry, Art Gallery, General, Katija Pineiro, Poetry
The cosmic hard-hitters love their roles in celestial dramas and they know that “as good as it gets” is just another chemical firestorm within a ringing soul… decorum free, opened and loud. Knotted in the karmic intrigue, their ties blossom into...Read More
by Katija Pineiro | Jun 21, 2014 | Contributors: Poetry, Art Gallery, General, Katija Pineiro, Poetry
The wildest winds are blowing and we haven’t even met yet. When the blood polarizes itself, the truth erupts from the canon of the heart and you know the time has come to banish me… but not before you have forsaken me with flowers. Footprints on the Moon...Read More
by Katija Pineiro | May 26, 2014 | Contributors: Poetry, Art Gallery, Katija Pineiro, Poetry
Be aware of an empty wishing well, and the way hollow sound echoes with a semblance of a song. Idle your time away, fencing with feverish words and scorching lines that you kept reserved for the third person tale. Ridicule yourself, throw more bricks against an...Read More
