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    Xoetry, A Poetry Collection
    Xoetry, A Poetry Collection
    Xoetry, A Poetry Collection
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    Xoetry, A Poetry Collection

    By Xoanxo

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    This is a reduced collection of the early Xoanxo poems included in the full version pusblished in February 2017, entitled Xoetry, 2017. As poet-artist Maria Disley said, Xoanxo brings home to viewers, readers, listeners, through his various mediums, the importance of connecting with the child within, from any background, reminding us that our first impressions, our first inhaling of environment, our first absorptions of intangible, elusive vibes are the epicentres of our beings, and the importance of us reconnecting when we are at odds with ourselves, our creative processes and the modern world.
    In other words, when we all wish for a dream, and when our minds call for it, Xoanxo meets us at the crossroads and walks with us on the road full of mirrors.

    The full version of Xoetry is vailable as an ebook and on paperback.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXoanxo
    Release dateSep 14, 2015
    ISBN9781310996993
    Xoetry, A Poetry Collection
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    Xoanxo

    Galician Artist and Poet. The works I produce speak for themselves, but only to those who are willing to listen. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and so...some viewers and readers respond to them and some may not, in the end, is all about discovering Love within oneself. Biography The best definition I was ever given of myself was from my good friend Aziz who once said to me "You are what makes this moment possible". I like that!!! From that view is how I aim to collaborate with my emotions, circumstances, surroundings when living my life. My contribution in the creation of Art works and Writings do not differ on how I approach social relations or any other type of interaction. Sometimes, instinctively, spontaneously, in collaboration with my surroundings, often responding to how they behave in an impulsive, emotional or unconscious way, but sometimes with premeditation and intention to manipulate or to serve my own needs, wants or desires. The process of creating leads me often to disappear as an idea where time ceases to exist and conflicts completely vanish, it is then, when I truly feel I have become "one" with the "moment"...I realise that the works I help creating are the results of my collaboration with many other factors which are completely out of my control and my own contribution does not always follow a reasoned or logical process of thought. While in the past I aimed at becoming a different artist by attempting to do something new, unique, original, different to anything that had been done before, I now consider "Originality" to be the sincere expression of oneself, and That is what I aim at Today with my Art and Life. If you are reading this, I hope you enjoy the works!!! For more information you can also visit www.xoanxo.com

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      Xoetry, A Poetry Collection - Xoanxo

      Xoetry, A Poetry Collection

      By Xoanxo

      Copyright 2015 Xoanxo

      Smashwords Edition

      The Boy and The Sea

      From his window he would look to the sea,

      a daily, an every moment sea,

      of spring and neap tides,

      slave of the moon and wind.

      Mirror of the skies

      By the shore, where the waves come to die,

      He dipped his toes,

      raised his eyes…And he walked

      to where it touches the sky,

      so he could the birth of waves feel,

      into the sea, towards the open sea.

      How Can I?

      Can I write something beautiful tonight,

      find the beauty in your eyes…

      If they are nothing but the mirror of mine?

      I want to write something beautiful tonight,

      I want to sing, dance, laugh,

      to scream…

      to love,

      I want to shout,

      to cry,

      I want…

      Most of all,

      To cry…

      I want to write something beautiful tonight,

      To talk of lovers, dreamers,

      heroes, winners…

      of the beauty of every smile,

      of the pain behind dried up tears …

      of you, me,

      of us…

      I want to sleep, to dream,

      to sing,

      to dance,

      to

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