POEMS

ENRIQUE ANTONIO SÁNCHEZ LIRANZO
SANTO DOMINGO

Enrique Antonio Sánchez Liranzo was born on July 15, 1958, in the city of Santo Domingo, Capital of the Dominican Republic. He is a lawyer, poet, essayist and narrator. Film appreciation technician.
He has published works of poetry:
• Verses of springs (1991)
• Garden of Love (1993)
• Poems with the sea (1993)
• Primavera 88, Poemario (1997)
• Poems for peace (2010)
Finalist in the Spanish poetry contest “Estrella Fugaz” – Spain (2003)
“What happens between verses” – Spain (2015) and
“A poem in 80 days” – Spain (2015).
Appears in the following anthologies:
A poem to Pablo Neruda (Chile, Isla Negra, 2010),
A thousand poems to Pablo Neruda (Chile, Isla Negra, 2011)
With hands painted with poems (Argentina 2011)
A look at the south (Argentina, 2011)
Poems, stories and voice (Argentina, 2012)
Journey of the butterflies (Argentina, Parnaso, Patria de Artistas, 2015)
Poets and Storytellers of the World, (Santo Domingo, 2015)
I Anthology of “International Poets, Parnaso, Homeland of Artists “Periplos de las Mariposas – Buenos Aires, Argentina, (2015)
“A Thousand Poems to Gabriela Mistral”, Chile (2015), Belongs to the group
“Movimiento Poets del Mundo” Chile – (2016). As a lawyer he has worked in the area of Civil and Administrative Law, he has been a professor of Literature at the Liceo “El Millón” in Santo Domingo, from (1990) to (1992). At the José Dubai High School, in the city of Puerto Plata, in the year (1992) to (1995). Finalist Contestant for Justice of the Peace, at the National School of Judiciary, (ENJ), in the year (2014)
School of the Supreme Court of Justice of Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, in the year (2014)
Contestant for Inspector of the Public Ministry in the year (2016), in Santo Domingo. He is a practicing lawyer, columnist for the digital newspaper “Primicias Digital” of Santo Domingo, from the year (2013) to the present in which he writes a weekly article.


DRIZZLE

The wet drizzle
Your angelic face,
Like crystal clear water
From a beautiful spring.
The wet drizzle
your lips
Like a sweet palate,
And it is reflected in your eyes
Your crazy desire to love.
The drizzle makes you a virgin
When your body gets wet,
When your hair gets wet,
Like flowers in a garden
When the wind blows it.
Your angelic face and
Your wet hair
For the rain that falls
About your body my beloved
They make me think of you
In every dawn
Beloved woman.


LIKE A DROP OF WATER

You are like a drop of water
In every dawn of
My morning.
Like crystal clear water
Of beautiful springs;
like fresh water
When it springs from the spring.
like running water
After the rain:
That's how you are my love
In every dawn
In the morning.
like fresh air
In every spring,
You are the flower
that waters the morning
In every dawn
That awakens my soul.
You are the greenery of all
The flowers;
You are my awakening all
The mornings.
You are my beautiful flower,
you are like a dew
In the morning,
like a drop of water
By knocking on my window
to give me life
In every dawn
Beloved woman.


THE KEY


You are the key and
The inspiration of my poems;
You are the prose that
Turn on me
The inspiration of my writings.

you are the dawn
Of all things;
Your sweet lips
When kissing mine
They awaken love
What I feel for you.

Being a lover is the key
To give oneself completely and
With passion in your arms
Of his love and confused
The two in one, it is the only passion.

The secrets of love
They are delivered entirely in
\a crazy passion of love,
That is the key to the heart.



Prepared Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter