Xoanxo’s poem “Fragile Kiss” accompanied by the music of Borrtex performing his own composition “Attainment”. This poem is written from the memories awoken while listening to Marketa Irglova and Glen Hansard’s song “If you want me”. Follow Xoetry in Spotify to listen to full episodes and stay tuned!!! Did it all come to an end…
Xoanxo’s poem “Everyday” accompanied by the guitar of Sergi Boal performing his own composition “Frontera”. This poem is inspired by Janis Joplin’s live performance of Mama Thornton’s blues “Ball and Chain” in July 1970. Follow Xoetry in Spotify to listen to full episodes and stay tuned!!! Unintentional submersion beyond their journey, a daily grind of…
Xoanxo’s poem “Borderline”, accompanied by the music of Stephan Siebert “About Life”, inspired by Frederic Chopin’s Waltz No. 3 in A Minor, Op.34, No.2 Follow Xoetry in Spotify to listen to full episodes and stay tuned!!! Meaningless moments, enclosure of a seeking soul at the border of despair… Alluring emptiness of mind… At the edge…
Xoetry Podcast episode 3, reading of Xoanxo’s poem “Making it Home”, accompanied by the music of Blue Dot Sessions “The Envelope”, inspired by the song “Soon as I get home” by The Waterboys and dedicated to Damon May, a fellow poet. Follow Xoetry in spotify to stay tuned and listen to full episodes!!! Damp November…
Xoetry podcast second episode!!! In this espisode I read my latest poem Sad Lullaby, accompanied by the music of Esther Abrami “The day I met her”, inspired by the song “Nana Triste” (Sad Lullaby) by Natalia Lacunza and Guitarricadelafuente… Sweet broken whisper, hidden betrayal of your bitter words… Spiteful curse from a sad lullaby… A…
Xoetry podcast by Xoanxo Cespon now available in Spotify!!! New poems coming up followed by music that has accompanied and inspired me over time… Pilot episode out!!! “Strange Autumn Wind” including a very Autumnal version of Alphaville’s classic “Made in Japan” by Ane Brun… Follow in Spotify to stay tuned!!!
A poem, A beat, A dance, Pages of time… Lost within a dream… A solitary dream… A hidden parade of fearful eyes seeks salvation in the butterfly dance of a falling leaf reminiscent of spring… Velvet lips from an autumn wind of a world adrift… blow little kisses to covered cheeks who long for…
Now that we don’t know Now that we don’t know what tomorrow holds, I would like to remind you… That we never knew… We never knew what yesterday’s tomorrows held… And while we loved our conditioned false sense of security… I know we never knew… We never knew what would ever be beyond the one…
“Anthem of Life” All heartbeats together under just one sound… Their prayers voices in unison became every woman’s cry… While abandoned footsteps on wet sand awaited the arrival of the evening tide to emancipate themselves from the strings of man… A lotus flower rose from the dirt, exterminated man’s decay… And softly whispered to the…
“Rose” She was his secret hidden love, the way she saw the world… The way she looked at life… How she embraced the tender morning sun… How she adored…The sunset air…. On every approaching night… Lonely twilights of his troubled soul… She was… His life… His eyes… His lips… His hands… His heart… His…
Those were his chains… Like fake flowers in the wind… Those were his chains… Like fake flowers in the wind… Of Truth…Lost and found… Of Life’s colours hanging from a rail… Searching for meaning… In a cycle of life… Of flying, turned fallen leaves… Like fake flowers in the wind… Those were his chains… Of…
Beneath his autumn travelling thoughts… Endless lives casually pass by… Some come… Some go… Some die… Some are being born… From the air… Small sparkles of light adorn the sweet sound of a floating lullaby… While on the ground… A delicate night’s breeze rocks the silent swings, their childhood dreams… Until they slowly… Fall…
Wishing… Wondering… Whispering… Deconstructing concrete paths… Into a timeless existence… of repressed faithful ways… Step by step… He fails to comprehend… why nostalgic bohemian verses… feed his wandering diverging steps? Why old dreams, disguised as search, that have not yet come an end… Seek freedom from his uneasiness of mind… From his insecurities of doubt……
Solitary travels… Of reflections and shadows… Of ownerless ripples in time drifters within a peaceful autumn breeze… Of forsaken colours and light… Of abandoned yearnings in life fluttering within nature’s inevitable fate… Solitary travels… Embrace the dancing leaves in the wind… Before you take to the road your dreams and desires… Your fears and…
Below a grey somnolent day under the early autumn summer rain… Their coalescing silhouettes fade into a withering mist… Of tobacco smoke and vape… Flying notes of a guitar break the silent space of a birds summer requiem… in a melancholic hearts embrace… Young hopes disguised travel through the window pane… invade a lone sunlight…
