Hello all, my name is Antonio, I am from South East of Spain and i am writting
this post because i am trying to get enough money to publish my Poetry book,
i have been writting for some years (since i was 15).
My poems are in spanish, but i tried to translate some of them so you can read them.
I am a designer too, so i offer rewards with the donations, you can see some of my work on the following link:
https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=999948.0I decided to make a reward system, i think people that helps deserves something too.
Money at the moment: 200$
Goal to achieve : 1000$REWARD SYSTEM- 1$ : My most sincere greetings
- 5$ : I will send you one of my poems that wont be published in the book.
- 10$ : i will design for you a basic Logo
- 15$ : i will design a basic Logo and send one of my unpublished poems
- 20$ : i will design a more advanced Logo
- 50$ : I will design a full logo and a basic one
- 100$ : You will be included in the greetings on my book and will design a full logo
- 300$ : You will be included in the greetings and will be able to choose one poem from my book to dedicate it to someone ( that will be shown on the book when it is published, with your name and to who you dedicate it). Also i will design you an advanced Logo and a basic Logo.Please indicate me on this post or in private the quantity and the adress so i can check it and write your nickname to my list for being able to do the reward you got.
If you donate 100$ or 300$ and i dont get enough money for the publication of the book, i will give you another option as designing some things for you or give you back the money. Thanks for remind me about this.
I will accept too any kind of donation you want to do.
This would be the BTC adress: 14AjnaZ93ycULjHpbjScLYbfVhZQLKYtcJ
Thanks everyone.
Here are a 4 of the poems, you can look for them or translate to spanish, and you will see they are original mine, you could only see them on
www.Mundopoesia.com (webpage where i published some of them with the same nickname: Nomteck, here you have one example - La ultima tribu - The last Tribe
http://www.mundopoesia.com/foros/temas/la-ultima-tribu.166863/ The last TribeA metal bird flies over their world
ancestral spirits that torment,
shoot their arrows into the sky,
trying to kill the immortal.
They are one of the last tribes of the world,
innocent living on their land,
without disturbing those of more "intelligence"
content to remain in oblivion ...
A sound is heard from the underworld,
sinks its territory,
trees begin to fall,
nothing will ever flourish there.
We are inhuman,
we destroy everything we touch,
and that which we crave ...
we take it from the real owners.
What do poets when
not remain nature that inspires us ...
We will die with her,
die with these tribes,
will begin a new era ...
the stone jungles.
The forgotten soldierI have blood running down my chest,
I do not see it,
because my spine is broken,
and my gaze has fallen to one side,
but it is there
going down my chest and my thighs,
to the ground and smears.
From where I am
I see lots of people
running around,
and even some are treading me,
and my eyesight falters with every stomp,
but I do not care,
the only thing that crosses my mind
is the time it will take to die
and thereafter,
the time It will take to be forgotten,
I think if my body
will be on that battlefield
long time without being collected,
in the same position I am now.
It left me second life,
the feel meaningless life which could have been
the feel in that last breath of memories.
Fucking SocietyI look at her and she looks happy,
placidly smiling summer to winter,
her life is a tale,
she loves her prince.
From this my bed
I hear screams,
I hear a woman mourn,
fucking appearances!
I run to meet her tears,
never arrive on time,
I'm always alone,
fucking society!
Society in silence listening but silents that terrible moan,
that silence gives the highest price,
the bloody end of a broken flower,
ceasing their cries and unbearable fear.
Silents at night, alone, bitter, whining,
for fear of errors caused by words in her silence,
bring more disgrace to the house where there is no time.
Sad end to a painful cruelty
nor crying nor crying nor the blood of the portal,
only silence cruelest imaginable,
his death sentence ... fatal silence. Well this is reality,
no remorse ... just barely mercy ...
aid that is awarded by the fucking society! ....
On the ground, dead alive, dead sentences, whats the difference?
Life at the end of the day, we see ... poor feelings,
neither you, nor I, nor our environment all suffer,
in the background of a memory that woman is.
Seconds, years, days, centuries pass,
and steps of life are branching,
more alone every day, every minute more ours,
I am me, just me, for you? that would not take me any benefit ...
And every day counts as one of "them"
these women embrace a little heaven.
Blood of sandScreams exalt our world
securities created by people long forgotten,
tears, sorrows,
pain, suffering,
observers dont feel, dont suffer.
We note unchanged,
war, famine,
violations, deaths,
from our sand houses.
Some empty eyes are seen reflected on a puddle,
a red glow created by his blood,
is an ordinary man, no one, nobody ...
thrown in any street,
from a city we do not know.
Crying, penalties,
pain, suffering,
after our door,
war, famine,
violations, deaths,
shakes our sand house,
our street, our city.
And again a pool of blood and a few empty eyes,
Ours ...
