Diciembre Aguilar is truly a multidisciplinary artist. With a degree in studio arts, film and photography from Harvard University, Aguilar's talent also extends to the fields of installation art and poetry. Her poetry has been published by the International Society of Poets in several collective publications, and in 2004, she was selected by the international jury of Artiade as a cultural ... more »
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Diciembre Aguilar Poems
Bodies falling from the sky, like drops of dreams, like sweet lies. Without wings,
Stars traveling into our eyes, Bursts our insides, Holding pupils Like holding hands,
A Sensuous Moment
Robbing the air of the universe Brings in a moist breath bellow our belly. Stars devour our caramel love streams And sip our fresh hearts.
Inspiration of a Butterfly
'A velvet flower, Bleeds angel fever Which steams clean joy And delicious liquid poetry,
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Bodies falling from the sky,
like drops of dreams,
like sweet lies.
and only with our souls..
we are able to fly,
fusing with the sky...becoming one.
In my dreams,
the sky is like a canvas,
my soul all colors,
and my body a feather brush,
in the hands of a blowing child.
I love life more than my own life.
To die we have to live,
to wake up we have to sleep,
to finish we have to start,
to leave we have to arrive,
these are the reasons why,
flying keep us alive.
My new thoughts, kill my old ones,