Bertha Galán
TIME IS GOLD
Let time stand still…
from the leaves of a green tree
silent life springs forth,
each fruit, a brilliant seed,
waits, daring to dream.
Flowers are born without asking permission,
they are made of aroma and magic;
each petal beats in memory
like a whisper in history.
Let time stand still…
in the memory of those who loved
without nostalgia…
of those who lived a thousand lives
on pages of dreams and wounds.
Life, a path that does not stop,
sometimes asks us to stay behind,
to stop the clock, to embrace what was lived.
Because growing… also hurts!
Time—air and sigh of the sun—
writes, names… and laughs in splendor,
the verb blossoms in a blue corolla,
and its perfume… walks with you!
COFFEE AND ABYSS
Life is a cup, sometimes full,
sometimes cracked…
The coffee cools just like our dreams
and in every sip, a doubt burn:
Who chose this bitter taste?
Who put sugar in nostalgia?
Each gulp is a fleeing moment,
a mute echo, a pause in the march.
We drink it with tremors and rituals,
like one who drains the sediment to the last
to decipher what the future holds.
And in the end, only a sigh remains…
Was it coffee, or was it the morning?
SECRET IN VERSES
Silence, a hidden treasure,
a valley of profound calm
where the soul does not just breathe—
it becomes a green fir,
standing tall in the serene Alps!
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The word is a gift, a blue water
that springs, diaphanous and crystalline;
its watchful glow… is the dew
that awakens the greenest grass.
It blossoms where you water it!
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Silence is silver light,
the word, living gold…
gold carved into diamonds,
where music, violins, and angels
guard divine secrets.
Sow wonders along your own path
and butterflies will come to dance,
drawn by the rhythm of your feeling;
for the sap that vibrates in each leaf
is nothing more than the mirror of your soul
THE DANCE OF LIFE
The seagulls of a fruitful life
soar through the immaculate skies;
sometimes it is a broken ship,
broken upon the rocks…
Where the seagulls wait for me
with the balm of their song!
The melody chants alabaster,
my soul… of infinite steppe,
caresses the color of the heavens
where it pours its patience
in drops of light…
I surrender to the aimless journey,
with golden brushstrokes towards the sun…!
I sow the elegance of life
in every action and every word;
like a garden full of flowers,
they embellish my path…!!
And when I take flight,
I bring my silver wings to the path!!
Spring emerges
like a blooming garden,
where each petal…
is a resilient glimmer.
In my eyes, serene and deep
like pearls in the sea,
the gaze of God lives.
Life, we are at peace!!
I only have this one life
of divine essence…
With your warm and lasting light,
you will carry me to safe harbors,
where eternal mantles reign
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| Bertha Galán |
Biography
Bertha Galán, a Bolivian writer and educator, is based in the city of Santa Cruz. She holds a Bachelor's degree in Communication and Languages, with further studies in Higher Education, Educational Management, and Text Production.
She has won awards in competitions such as “Versos desde el Pilcomayo,” the Arica Baroque Festival (Chile), and Creative Writing in Buenos Aires, Argentina. She excels in poetry, short stories, and letters. She is a contributor to national and international literary magazines and festivals.
She is the author of Luces en el horizonte (Lights on the Horizon) and is currently revising her poetry collection, La Rosa de los Vientos (The Compass Rose). Additionally, she contributes articles to educational publications.
