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    Fallen Angels
    Fallen Angels
    Fallen Angels
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    Fallen Angels

    By Toni García Arias

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    Fallen Angels is the fifth poem book written by Toni García Arias, published in paper in due moment by the prestigious Editorial Renacimiento. 
    Fallen Angels is a group of poems about ordinary life themes, like little postcards of everyday life. Among the subjects we can find memoirs of childhood, lack of love, the lost of dear people o the sensation of defeat.

    The title Fallen Angels refers to all these little sufferings along our lives that finally convey into our real life moments already converted in memories.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBadPress
    Release dateDec 24, 2016
    ISBN9781507162453
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      Fallen Angels - Toni García Arias

      IN THE SHADOWS

      There, where the skyline blurs,

      where shuddering light wander about

      in the middle of shadows.

      There, where life

      breaks out in bangs against the rocks

      and everything admonishes the sinking;

      then, eternally,

      I love you.

      RESURRECTION

      Do not await the resurrection of the flesh;

      what you can see, is what we are:

      entrails and bones –vanished matter-

      liven up by the vain illusion

      to perpetuate our names in history

      (Though it may be alike to any

      particular history of some people).

      And that is all. We reach to a point

      where the victories we are to achieve

      are no longer ours.

      FAR AWAY HOURS

      Above far away hours just extinguishes

      -a sweet surge of an open dream in my memory- I draw as a beam of hope

      the illusion of virginally rebirthing

      a couple of feelings.

      Absurdly, I put forth towards the ashes,

      sailing seas that are no longer

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