LICETT PINEDO

I invented Licett Pinedo
The real one is at home with his treasure
and The Legend of Zelda on his  t-shirt
Mine is a fairy who walked three blocks with me like dreaming
Ther real one lives in Bellavista as mine; but mine is an angel from heaven;
the real one just walks.But is an angel.
My fairy Pinedo gave me life with a smile.
The earthly one smiles alike.
The beautiful angelic filled my 30 years of solitude gaps with just his memory.
Actually she barely communicates with me, it is I who has to search for her and it costs me my time and my father´s cents are many.
The angel will go with me to the palace for the royal ball.
The earthly one  just will accompany me to my party of thirty-five years after promo.
The Chetty of my dreams is not Chetty
She is Licett Eliana  (sounds more formal)
But the Chetty of flesh and bones  is phenomenal.
The beautiful lady of the three blocks of my dreams  will be my love forever (that is bad because I can not love others)
I´m mad I know
But happiness deserves all I can give.

AMOR

(bilingual)
some kind of fool must be this
(viento y rocío, hojas de otoño)
writing like those who are real writers
(centeno, trigo, arroz, cebada)
obeying rules that others ignore
(pulpa, grano, cosecha, viento)
and loving women who does not deserve it
(eso es el campo)
Prefiero creer que estoy equivocado:
que no soy un tonto (Love is ever)
Y la vida (life...too)
sólo pedazos de viento.
Santa Anita, sábado 10 de agosto del 2014 2:56pm

LOVE by Freddy Villanes Tovar

El único secreto para el amor es decir la verdad. Ahí es donde todos patinan. Yo sé que amo a Licett Pinedo. Y sé que ella no me ama ni me va a amar. No hay problema. La ecuación está resuelta al infinito.

LOVE by Freddy Villanes Tovar.

She is a woman
I´m a customer
She sells love
(I mean she  gives this just for a time, like renting it)
But I did not buy her love
just her time.
We talked for more
than just a half an hour.
And she was pretty.
And she heard me.
(I did not expect
to find such a
beautiful girl
in this kind of business
because
it cost me
just a few -and love is priceless-
but it was true
she dedicates her youth so fresh to this).
Next time I will use the service again
but I do not know if she will be in turn then.
No matter.
I do not think I love her
nor I´m in love too.
I only want to talk to someone like her:
a woman with experience in loving.
 because I have not any kind of that in my life.
Remember: Love is where you feel it is.
And I will prove it.
Be good.
Do fine.
And remember me

Santa Anita, June 14th 2014

LOVE by Freddy Villanes Tovar

Today (tonight)
I´m with nobody but love.
In the future
the only one I´m going to be with
will be
Love.
Love is all I need.
Not in feminine form
neither wearing skirts
neither tight jeans
neither brief clothes
Love, Love, Love and only Love.
What does it mean?
It means my freedom.
Try.
It works for me.
The presence of love  is everywhere since I´m with it.
How?
Just call it.
It will come to you dressed with pure garment.
And will touch you
softly
behind your neck.
Let it be with you all the time.
That is all.
Take my words: love is freedom not slavery
Love is joy
not pain.
Love is truth
not lies.
Believe me.
I´m a preacher of love.


Santa Anita June 3rd 2014

LOVE by Freddy Villanes Tovar

Yesterday I found out a friend was about to leave me alone.
I have a few friends, all women, in a site.
I chat with them sometimes, some I do not.
My father knows all about this.
I love all of them.
I´ve said that I am in love with a woman called Licett (it is the way her parents write it)
and my friends like to hear that.
It sound romantic.
But it is really pathetic.
I love Licett without hope.
She will never love me.
The seed is not in her.
What can I do?
Wait?
It is useless.
That is why I´m looking for love in the site I mentioned.
But it doesn´t work.
I love her.
I know my love is true.
How can I convince her about it?
No way.
Licett is impossible
for me.
I´m writing a short story for a contest.
It´s the only way to show her I´m not the fool she believes I am.
Cause I´m not.
Love is not foolish.
The friend of the site I mentioned at the beginning of this text whom I suposed lost wrote me a message: she had no intention to leave me. The internet failed: that was all.
I still keep my friends in that site.
But all of them can´t replace a little bit of mine: Licett is unique.
Tell me all you like: fool, crazy, mad, insane.
It doesn´t matter.
My love for her is my life.
Let me live with that.

Santa Anita May 23th 2014

LOVE by Freddy Villanes Tovar

LOVE
What is love?
A person ?
Of course not.
Love´s a feeling.
I do not love you, my friend (still and perhaps forever a friend)
because of you.
I love you because the feeling you 
make me feel.
And I know my love is true because the feeling is strong
and give me calm
security
and happiness.
Nobody made me feel that
way
ever.
Just you.
It´s enough for me to feel this
(as long as it exists it means it is true)
(Thirty years has passed.
I love what I feel.
No explication is needed.
No changes are claimed.
I´m good as I am : loving.
Loving is all I need. You sowed in me.
It will be there in no time counted.
Thanks.
Life is easy for that.)
May, 6th 2014

LOVE by Freddy José Villanes Tovar

Is this love?
This kind of something
undefinable, weird,
disturbing,
and not so full
of peace?
I thought
Love was an
effluvium
in all directions
of calm
and
quietude
spraying
shares
of us
and all of those who love.
But this is quite particular
something mine only, something
that only
belongs to me.
And can not be share to everyone
because is so hard to do that.
¡Love!
¡Love!
Are you really this?
Are you?
I must be some kind of crazy
again
saying
this about
something
never known: Love.
Let me meet you, Love.
Let this peaceful man find
the one to belong to.
let me happy, just this time,
just this.
(All I ask for)

Lima, Santa Anita, April 26th 2014

THE "EVERYWHERE" GIRLS by Freddy José Villanes Tovar

I find them everywhere.
That´s why I call them like that.
Short clothes (sometimes transparent)
and full of intense
and arousing colors.
They feel free to wear
in that way.
One could think this is modern.
But it is not.
When I was a child in the 70's
girls used mini skirts
and short pants.
And in the 80's was the same.
I don´t know why
but they appear
everywhere
and
every time.
Their daring style
thrills me
put me out of me.
Ge the beast I have out, and sometime it gives a wild cry of male one.
This is not optimus.
At least is not for. me.
Since I wake up and go out
to take a ride with mom
I can see "everywhere's" everywhere.
I don´t know if it is a world
problem.
I live in Latin America.
Let me know, please.
I will appreciate.

Friday 11th 2014

TODAY by Freddy José Villanes Tovar.

I´m free today.

Today that I don´t look for love

´cause I had it in me all the time.

Free because today I need nothing

'cause I have it all

Free 

because your love is only a river

going to the sea

and I´m a sailor.

A free one.

But don´t pay attention to my words:

I was always free.

The chains I was engaged

were always the chains

I create.

Doesn´t it sound so fool?

But that is the true.

As me

everyone is not free because of the chains

they put themselves.

Let your thoughts go out of your mind

Do not keep them inside

because it is time wasted that of thinking and thinking.

I prefer to live 

just as God let me live.

Life would be free to all

if only

we could know the power of God.

But everybody is busy

thinking and thinking.

For me is enough:

I´m not a mind.

I´m a heart.

Beat by beat I go.

And I am free for that.

Love for all.

I´m just a life lover.

LOVE by Freddy José Villanes Tovar.

I found Love
(after a long way that started since I began seeking
I think I found it at last)
Dou you know how or who is it?
It has the form of a woman
It is tall
Taller than me
And her name is Anastasia.
She just want to love and be loved.
She does not look for anyone in particular.
Just someone to love and be loved by him.
I can performance both roles to perfection.
I love
and wanna be loved by one.
Didn´t I tell you?
I fit in it.
Better than that:
She is beautiful
young
tender
and all the awsome adjectives you may say about a delicate woman.
Cause she is.
I told her to let me call her "My love"
I was not completely sure about it
But I run the risk
Now,
after passing all the day thinking about this LOVE with feminine form
I made up my mind.
Another feminine form that is not LOVE but FRIENDSHIP
opened my eyes, my brain and my soul.
For her (the last one) I learned that the only one that I could love is her (the first one).
And I´m prepared
for the first time in my life
to afford LOVE.
Do not go away and not so far:
this is just beginning.

Santa Anita, April 10th 2014

I STILL LOVE HER by Freddy José Villanes Tovar

I still love her
because sometimes
with no advise
and warning
I find myself saying
"I love you"
(It must be true.
I don´t know)
What does "I  love you" mean?
All my life´s been saying that:
I love you, Licett (I said it in spanish
and her name is written that way
but I know it should be written
correctly in other one)
And by saying that
I believe that I loved her
Is that true?
Did I do it?
Is Love so simple?
Just a permanent declaration?
Just some words joined together?
I did that:
Believe that I love her just because
my lips opened
and produced
that sound
so expressive
so cult
so exercised
expressing
something
with no existence.
I still find myself
in that attitude
I can not control
and repeating:
"Te amo, Licett"
(spanish version)
and do you want to know
some?
I think it is true.
No matter if reality
shows me the contrary.
The force of the expression
is so strong
nothing
can change
it.
Te amo, Licett.
I love you.
No matter what
I can say about the
meaning of that.
The meaning
is
you.
(You, my love)

April 9th 2014

POEM 9 by Freddy José Villanes Tovar.

9
It is still too early
to call "day" to the day
but it is.
Five o´clock
and
a little bit more.
Do you love anyone?
Do you?
I did.
The only one I love for thirty years.
Yesterday, in the night
I write to her my last words in that condition.
Now
the love of my life
is just
the friend of my friends.
I can´t forget the best gift she did me of all:
Happiness.
I could never give her back that present.
But I have to.

DEFINITION OF ME. By Freddy José Villanes Tovar.

I´m just one
that breaths
(inhale, exhale,
sometimes let
a word out
sometimes
let more
(a series)
Never a complaint
a curse
an insult.
One that sometimes
fall in love with
a lovely
woman (now that are everywhere)
and sometimes one
that remember that fall in love
for a friend only because
of her beautiful smile, and sometimes one
that remember the woman ,
a good one, who fall in love with him
(and she did love me really).
I´m just a man breathing
inhaling, exhaling.
I do it all the time.
I did not learn to do other things:
have a job,
get married.
have a family.
Breathing is all that I do
Inhale, exhale
and drink
too much wáter
and eat
lightly
without realizing
that I´m doing it.
"A man who breaths"
A loony definition
taking in count
that I had it all:
Family, knowledge, friends...
But That's is me:
Someone who breaths,
or maybe...
some kind of poet.

Poem 8 by Freddy Villanes Tovar.

I´m getting older day by day
like all of you.
The love I love does not exist anymore:
There is a good friend taking her place.
I loved it...
as much as I could love the best thing in the world.
But does not exist anymore.
Now it is too early here at home.
Everybody is sleeping.
(My mind can not)
If you know something I can do
tell...me.
(the wound will heal up if)

Poem 7 "LICETT"

She is my sun
she is all I have
The beginning
and the end
When I wake
up and leave
I think
of her
When I´m in lunch
the same
Can there be something more powerful than
the power
of love?
Believe me
Theres is not.

Poem 4 by Freddy José Villanes Tovar.

4

Life, lies, love.

Could be no more.

Life, lies, love.

All I can stand.

Life

(Mine)

lies

(Mine)

Love

(Mine too)

Can´t stand

anymore.

¿Do you?

Poem 2 by Freddy José Villanes Tovar.

2

I love what I love

I could pretend more:

look for

every where

But it´s not me.

(Could be someone I used to be in the past)

But I love you now

and enough

or little

it´s mine.

As Blanquita rests (and I think of her) by Freddy José Villanes Tovar.

 Blanquita (mom) rests laying on her bed:

Her hands have the color of the sand

(I know how to count the days)

(I know and I´ve learned

that you don´t love me)

(I know when you make a wound

in my side and laugh)

(but I love you)

(because you smell good...

because you are pretty..

because you speak of sparrows

and butterflies)

(But above all I´ve said, because I´m

just a fool..

a big one..who endure you)

Let´s forget it..(it´s so hot in the city and smells gasoline everywhere)

Here I am remebering you..

"Hitting" my head on the wall because I did not tell you

(among other things)

what you know that I want from you.

It´s late: Dad scapes out to the streets (he says he goes for shopping

but Blanquita and I know

the color of nostalgia

in the afternoon

as the years pass by)

I love you (I´m goin to do it always beacause I have nothing else to do

and because the life has the same color of your eyes -black-and because

the world is made of something that the common people calls "imposibles" and

I call "misteries")

Good bye, Miss "misteries"

keep the perfume of your body,

take to others the fragance of your nights

and think a little bit in this "adventurer"

(Mom is silent, unbelievable; but she´s not sleeping;

just resting as giving me time to write this...)

Lord (by Freddy José Villanes Tovar)

Don´t know why


I found Him

Mom pushed me some way into

But He did all the rest.

Conceited, I failed

once and more,

Years and years

I did not learn.

Until now:

Mom's ill..

Dad's old.

I´ll be lone soon.

I did not take precautions about it.

But God?

What is..Who is...How?

Again and again I wondered and wondered

until one night

when mother could not fall asleep (and it was too late)

I whispered softly:

"Please, My God, help me, help my mother, I´m yours"

And it happened:

He appeared ...

"Lord, God...."

I´m your child,

we all are...

And then I did not have to look for anything anymore:

He´s come

To stay...

(It's Sunday

Sun shines

I write

You read

All is connected.)

My love is with you.

TRUE LOVE, by Freddy José Villanes Tovar

She does not know English. She speaks French: the lovely language of artists and writers. And I love her. Remember, Seven, I told you I fell out of love with her. It was a lie. I still love her and it will be forever. Eliberto has told me that it is a platonic one but the word does not correspond to what I feel. I prefer the word "pure". Sex is not important. It sounds weird, but it was always that way. All I want is to be with her, share our lives, live our ways together.¿Strange? I´m more, but not more rare than those who really know for sure the meaning of love. I´m mad but not wrong. Well, for those who think I am nuts, keep on thinking so. Perhaps only nuts love completely in a way nobody else does. Why do I say this today?...You and her will find it out soon. I´m not crazy or insane. I was. Now I´m just one who loves. (Must be the Greenhouse effect, everybody is doing things nobody did ever) I love you. Good Night

22.03.2014, by Freddy José Villanes Tovar

Life, by Freddy José Villanes Tovar,

All my life is this house

You may say like others "Home"

Inside I´ve been a poet, a singer, a dancer.

But I´m a little bit tired of so wonderful things

and I just want to be a man.

Have a woman, children, job, go to work, come back

home and rest.

My life is not so boring:

I have friends in the internet,

in the neighborhood,

and I pray Lord every time I can.

(I´m not complaining)

Life is a gift, a present by itself.

I know that.

But I want more.

(Don´t know why but I remembering "Oliver Twist" by Dickens).

March 21st 2014,  by Freddy José Villanes Tovar, from Santa Anita, Lima Perú

The writer, by Freddy José Villanes Tovar, from Santa Anita, Lima Perú

I´m not a writer but I do that: write.

Sometimes I can feel like some of them.

Some of my friends think I´m some of them.

But I don´t.

Writing is only the only way I have to do now what I love most: sharing.

Others use so complicated words I used to use too.

I do not do that anymore.

Let me tell you something:

My mother did not like me to do this.

"Things of lazy people. What kind of work can be that: writing?"

Mother is wise (like all).

But Lord is most.

I have to invent a new word for what I do or express it in another language.

Would you help me ?

Time is over and I have to do other things.

Mom is sleeping. A spanish pop ballad sounds on the radio.

Dad waits to go to bed.

It´s a pleasure to do this, but I have to leave.

March 21st 2014,  by Freddy José Villanes Tovar, from Santa Anita, Lima Perú

About Freddy José Villanes Tovar, from Santa Anita, Lima Perú

Freddy José Villanes Tovar. Born in Huariaca, Pasco, Pasco (PERÜ) in 1963 (August 27th).Primary School in Lima, La Oroya, Huánuco and Lima. Highschool in Lima "CEP. Nuestra Señora de la Merced". Studies in Law not concluded, English Language and Oratory. My Parents: Abelardo Villanes Palacios (Surgeon) and Blanca Tovar Masgos (Nursing Auxiliary) "VERBO NUEVO" Oratory Club Founder. "SPEAK OUT" Club Founder

MEET THE AFRICAN PRESIDENT,COURTSEY OF THE PENDING ELECTIONS, by Edward Dzonze

We have just been granted a glimpse of His Excellency the African president, riding through the town on a tortoise' back, dishing out brand new notes from the bank. We have been granted a glimpse courtesy of a pending election pitying the poet and the poem on bringing the president to the people. From down the road He smiles and waves at the kids starring at him through the window. So serious are his guards who cannot see him going mad demanding to have coffee with me in my residency, Declaring his cause as pretty much imminent. Having coffee with a daring poet who brought him to the streets without his consent. Riding through past traitors and dissidents unhurt, past patriots and party activists without seeing them saluting. The African president vowed he will never leave my residence without meeting the wordsmith himself. Dont deny it when I say I am a realist because if the poem cant invite him here dont expect the poet to do so anytime soon, he knows pretty much the president moves in a motorcade. Edward Dzonze. 12/03/14

ON MOTHER'S DAY, by Edward Dzonze

Here is to the breasts my father fondled with affection before becoming the only source of food I knew.

Here is to the lips that gave me the first kiss, the same lips that taught me to say when I want to pee. Here is to the hip that gave me a sure grip while strapped tight on her back.

Here is to the woman who endured the labour pains for me to breath this air and have blood flowing in my veins.

Here is to a mother who chose not to abort so that we can be living testimonies of her unfailing love.

Here is to you on a mothers' day.

Copyright ©2014 Edward Dzonze 08/03/14

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