Summer's season enriches the taste of poetry.

Guerrion · 26 de Mayo de 2025

It's
as if I'm
alone when
I write poetry, but
a mild breeze flowing
through softly whispers;
I'm listening.
There is something
about this evening with its
vibrant colors. Something about
the crossed contrails streaking across
the blue sky—that leaves my heart with
a faint beat, longing to go where you live.
This is my favorite season,
summer weather poetry.
However, I also enjoy
fall. Ah, and winter,
as it keeps most
things fresh
and helps
me feel
new
er
.
I realized I forgot something,
and instead of ignoring that you are like spring
—bringing life to me—I genuinely welcome it.

Fidel Guerra. May 26, 2025.

Alde · 26 de Mayo de 2025

Guerrion dijo:
It's
as if I'm
alone when
I write poetry, but
a mild breeze flowing
through softly whispers;
I'm listening.
There is something
about this evening with its
vibrant colors. Something about
the crossed contrails streaking across
the blue sky—that leaves my heart with
a faint beat, longing to go where you live.
This is my favorite season,
summer weather poetry.
However, I also enjoy
fall. Ah, and winter,
as it keeps most
things fresh
and helps
me feel
new
er
.
I realized I forgot something,
and instead of ignoring that you are like spring
—bringing life to me—I genuinely welcome it.
Fidel Guerra. May 26, 2025.

A lyrical narrative that conveys a feeling of loneliness that dissipates with the gentleness of a breeze and the vibrant colors of a summer afternoon.
Summer is your favorite for its colors and warmth, while fall and winter are appreciated for their freshness and ability to revitalize.
Mine is undoubtedly winter, where temperatures are very high.
I'm glad they have an encouraging effect on your poetic and personal experience.

I send you greetings from my humble Havana.

Guerrion · 27 de Mayo de 2025

Hola Alde,
pues mira que, sometimes, even in the summer, when poetic inspiration doesn't come or arrives late, I can always find motivation in Juan Gabriel's music. This former artist, now gone, reminded me of my earliest romantic words and inspired me to start writing poetry during my teenage years when I was in love. I cannot recall the exact words I wrote at the time, but as of today, they were surely ineffective. However, since it is often difficult or impossible to identify which season inspires the most or the least, I tend to evoke my dearest castigadora along with others who are less cabronas to stimulate inspiration.

I believe that deep breathing can be beneficial when writing poetry, although it is not always easy—especially when your poetry depends on everyday, earthly emotions rather than on strict meter. Y como andan ahora las cosas...If Earth had its mirror, I wonder if it would realize all the chaos and harm we're causing her. I believe she would seek a pacemaker and a true peacemaker, not the most powerful and unstable one on Earth now….and you know who I'm referring to.

Saludos hasta tu querida habana.
Fidel Guerra.

Guadalupe Cisneros-Villa · 9 de Agosto de 2025

I love how this poem captures the intimate solitude of writing, yet is filled with a gentle presence—the “mild breeze” whispering softly. The vivid imagery of vibrant skies and changing seasons beautifully reflects the poet’s emotional landscape, blending longing, renewal, and appreciation for each moment. It’s a tender meditation on creativity and connection.