2020: Alma Mater II, the prelude to Alma Mater III

LOVE IS SURREAL, SURREAL IS REAL

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A year ago today, I started the publication of the Alma Mater II: Surreal is our love (American and British editions), Alma Mater II: Surreal es nuestro amor (Spanish edition), and Alma Mater II :  Surréel est notre amour (French edition), which was completed a few weeks ago. While I am still working on a robust marketing strategy that yields royalty, I am happy to celebrate that Kindle Select has now surpassed the 200 thousand free downloads worldwide. Yes, you can read any of my books free on Kindle Select when you purchase a Kindle from amazon.com and join Kindle Select.

I started working on Alma Mater II, with the poems accidentally excluded in Alma Mater I from 2010, after its publication in 2011.  Today, you are welcome to reach any of my books in my author's webpage

https://www.amazon.com/author/anthonynoriegacarranza .

Regarding Alma Mater III: Columba, from the Latin word that means pigeon, close to swallow / hirundo or seagull / larum.  The focus on Alma Mater III is to provide a truly selected anthology, to highlight only the positive aspects of life, prevent touching others' feelings or sensibility in any aspect, and internalize functional strategies to avoid negative contents of any nature, which is, in essence, the most challenging aspect of semantics and communication in the written literature of any genre, especially, in poetry; thus, complying with the intended message. So, Columba will be an honest message of optimism.  The title Columba is derived from the first word that I ever learned in Latin and its declension, while studying privately with Italian friends during my teen years, which was only of religious motivation partly.

Meanwhile, I encourage all readers of my blog to read Alma Mater II: Surreal is our love in American or British English, in Spanish or in French. Incidentally, there will be an Italian edition (Alma Mater II: Surreal è il nostro amore), and a Portuguese edition (Alma Mater II: Surreal é o nosso amor), the whose combined schedule is yet to be put together, in order to complete the umbrella of main languages spoken in the American continent.

To all lovers of poetry and literature in general, I wish of a happy new year 2020, filled with peace, love, happiness, and prosperity for all.

FROM ALMA MATER II: SURREAL IS OUR LOVE

THE FORGOTTEN POEM

This poem was actually rescued by Facebook from my account through their remembrance section of a few years ago.  The poem was actually written in Spanish and with a few editions and corrections translated into British English for the upcoming British International Edition to appear this month.

FROM ALMA MATER II: SURREAL IS OUR LOVE 

(BRITISH INTERNATIONAL EDITION) 

TO APPEAR SOON

Serenata olvidada

En el alba en que no pude encontrarte,
dormías bajo las mantas, silenciosa, muda,

callada por el olvido inaudito de los cantantes

que enmudecieron tu sueño aún desnuda.

La serenata llama al calor de una fogata

que irrumpe en tu espacio secreto,
deshojada llamarada que ama tus besos
y hasta revuelve tu pelo y en ti la pasión desata.

La imperfección de mis versos te llega como besos
que navegan el frío lejano y calientan un sol,
que late entre paredes de piel, carne, y barro de senos.

El alma te despierta y sientes mi aliento;

tu piel se acrecenta al latido y sientes mis besos,
que acarician tu sueño y despiertan en tí todo lo bello.

Forgotten serenade

In the dawn when I could not find you,

you slept under the blankets, silent, mute,

quieted by the unheard-of forgetfulness of the singers

who silenced your still naked dream.

The serenade calls for a bonfire's heat

that bursts into your secret space,

the leafless flare that loves your kisses

and even stirs your hair and passion unties in you.

The imperfection of my verses comes to you as kisses

that navigate the distant cold and heat a sun,

which beats between walls of skin, flesh, and breast mud.

The soul awakens you and you feel my breath;

your skin increases at my heartbeat and you sense my kisses,

that caress your dream and awaken in you all beauty.