Dulce has been writing poetry since she was a teenager, mostly in Spanish, and only for herself. She fell in love with lanuguage and literature and after reading so many great poets/poems at University, she started writing in english.
Today Dulce is 45 and an English Language teacher, teaching english to adults in Gran Canaria-Canary Islands. Enjoy! ~Brian
Perfect
This much I’ve learnt:
Cannot be always right
So hardly ever- in fact.
My knowledge
Keeps on being
That imperfect union
Between the outside
And myself.
But that constant link
With all its imperfections
Does not undermine
The importance of that bond
Of one thing
To the other...
My poetry is a reflection of what I have experienced in life, not only (though especially) love, but also any other human concerns. It's the best way to me to open my soul and get to understand my life and life in general. ~Dulce
Figure it out
I’ve disappeared through
These sheets and walls
That’s not only
Figurative.
From that start
When our hearts lost control
Knowing we were born
To grow apart
But still we insisted on
Sailing to non-existent isles.
Missing days filled
With memories
Of broken stars
As I woke up.
I’ve waited
I’ve dreamt
I’ve felt jealous and
As furious as a bear
…And I loved you
Anyway…
We could not catch the rainbow
But it was there for us to stare
From anywhere
…And you loved me
Anyway…
Guess that’s just
Figurative
