Biography:
Marlene Pasini -Mexico. Communicator, writer, poet and editor, visual artist. Psychotherapist and coach in transpersonal education, master’s degree in literature, diploma in history and Egyptology and hieroglyphs. Author of 17 books (Published since 2002, poetry, novel, essay and personal development. Literary career spanning 20 years.
She has received more than 300 certificates and recognitions internationally.
Awards:
Ibero-American Literature Award by the Liderazgo Hoy A.C. Foundation, Mexico
Recognition of Mexican Letters by the Academy of Literature.
First place with Certificate and medal as: International Literary Public Figure at the eleventh Crimean Literary Festival, May 2021
The Palme d’Or, San Remo, Italy, as best artist, June 2022
“Gobe the first” Award as a Woman Leader, Mexico, 2022
First place, foreign category, in the Poetry Competition in memory of the poet Terekhov, Russia, December 2022.
First place, International Love Letter Contest, Escribanía Dollz Cultural Center and Library of the Anáhuac University, Mexico City, March, 2023
Participation in more than 300 virtual International Art Exhibitions Publication of her literary work in more than 100 cultural Magazines, Anthologies and interviews internationally. Translated into several languages. Permanent columnist in magazines from Mexico and India.
NOCTURNAL
Absorbed by the intense light that blinds
the iron hours in pupils that overwhelm
Received signals burst
in the death rattle of emptiness
and like a cataclysmic collapse
the night picks up Pleiadian sounds
with/keys from other languages
to announce the prediction
“He who has ears to hear, let him hear”
The oracle slips in silent secret
dark flame that alerts the senses
in the face of certainty – uncertainty
of what is and is not
crowning the pineal in a tongue of fire.
REVELATION
Tumulus of nights above me.
Burst of dreams
They pass through like omens.
Oh fragile bridge,
voice that breaks in the fog,
the ruins of time
in the melted wax of a candle,
my body only projected shadow.
The souls wait in secret.
In its silent hole
the untouched conscience.
ABANDONMENT
The night passes through us
in the deepest,
eager serpent that penetrates
the cleft of dreams.
We pretend to sleep
as impenetrable
glass spheres.
The earth does not comfort
only his dark and harsh orphanhood reveals itself.
Above
wind towers
they fall apart
to the vacuum.
OTHERNESS
The books turn yellow like old papyrus,
and the words: insoluble,
dark voices deep
They nest in the silence of the heart.
handful of ashes,
reeds in the mouth.
The dawn cracks me.
hidden flowers
they grow silently inside me,
inside that other incompressible,
the forgotten one,
the one with the face never seen
before the mirror.