Tuesday, 27. October 2009, 15:00:34
You remember that one day of strange lover
you kiss on the forehead so as not to hurt you.
One who was on the shade with empty hand,
because you loved so much that I tell you.
That was crazy lover as a friend
and he went with another to dream about you
I remember one day in this strange lover
professor slow hours, with the soul of the student.
Distant man who returned from oblivion
just to love you like nobody wanted.
One who was ash all fires
and covered with roses you without your knowing it.
You remember a day of indifferent man
that rainy afternoons you kiss on the forehead,
Traveler quiet summer nights
who sowed his heart in the sand late.
I remember one day in distant man,
the one you wanted because you wanted for nothing.
Maybe then you suddenly remember one days
the man that sometimes quiet and smiling.
Your favorite rosebush in the garden is withered
to tell you that this man is dead.
The walk in the shade with his sad smile
and only then will you know what you wanted.
Tuesday, 27. October 2009, 15:00:32
You remember that one day of strange lover
you kiss on the forehead so as not to hurt you.
One who was on the shade with empty hand,
because you loved so much that I tell you.
That was crazy lover as a friend
and he went with another to dream about you
I remember one day in this strange lover
professor slow hours, with the soul of the student.
Distant man who returned from oblivion
just to love you like nobody wanted.
One who was ash all fires
and covered with roses you without your knowing it.
You remember a day of indifferent man
that rainy afternoons you kiss on the forehead,
Traveler quiet summer nights
who sowed his heart in the sand late.
Tuesday, 27. October 2009, 14:57:04
Love your verse, and love your life wisely,
stanza that more lives, it is always the most vivid.
A bad line than the most perfect prose
although in prose and verse say the same thing.
Just as the excess of virtue makes the vice
excess art becomes artifice.
Write so that people can understand you,
Whether it is ignorant if indifferent.
Meets the supreme law of scorn them all,
on the naked body not age fashions.
And above all, in art and life, is diverse,
for only then will revive your mind on your verse.
Tuesday, 27. October 2009, 14:54:34
And we began a journey together toward the dawn
as two fugitives in the same sentence.
What I knew then I have to shut him up now:
Not worth it.
Since the fall, and burning noon.
I felt thirsty. I saw your drink. I thought it was full,
But my lips went and found it empty.
Not worth it.
I gave you to keep a dream, but you missed it,
or maybe I opened my furrows in the plain outside.
Sad but true. Because it is so true, sadly:
Not worth it.
You were the furtive love going to bed to bed,
and the link is more friendly than a chain.
But today I can say, without rancor or spite:
Not worth it.
I was happy with your smile, I grieved with thy tears,
without thinking that you were ill or think you were good.
I sang in my songs, and despite my song,
not worth it.
I have the disappointment that clouded the source,
or perhaps the disappointment of that planted in the sand.
But I do not blame you. I say, simply:
Not worth it.
Tuesday, 27. October 2009, 14:51:57
I say goodbye and maybe I love you still.
Maybe I will not forget, but I tell you goodbye.
I do not know if I wanted ... I do not know if you wanted ...
Or maybe we wanted too the two.
This sad love, and passionate and crazy,
I sowed in the soul to love you.
I do not know if I loved a lot ... I do not know if I loved you enough,
but I know that I will never love like this.
It fits your smile asleep in memory,
and heart tells me not forget you;
but when left alone, knowing that I lose you
may begin to love you like never loved you.
I say goodbye, and perhaps, with this farewell
my most beautiful dream dies within me ...
But I say goodbye, for life,
but life still thinking about you.
Tuesday, 27. October 2009, 14:46:15
I loved her, and was another who also loved her.
Forgive her, Lord, because the fault is mine.
Having kissed her hair Wheat
no matter the blame, because no matter the punishment.
It was a sin to love, Lord, and yet
my lips are bitter sweet for that love.
She was like a silent water running ...
If you're thirsty fault, all my fault.
Forgive her, Lord, you, you gave it
rain freshness and splendor of a star.
His soul was as transparent as an empty glass.
I filled it with love. All sin is mine.
But how not to love you if you did that was
Disturbing and fragrant as the spring?
How can we not have loved her if he was like the dew
on the dry grass of summer and hungry?
I tried to reject it, Lord, in vain,
as a groove that attempts to reject the seed.
Was another. It was another who did not deserve,
and so, in her arms, was still mine.
It was another, Lord. But there are things without an owner:
The roses and rivers, and love and dreams.
And she gave me her love as there is a rose,
as one who gives everything, giving so little ...
A strange intoxication gradually beat us:
She was not guilty, sir ... Neither am I!
The fault is yours, because you made her beautiful,
and you gave me eyes to look at her.
All your fault because you made me a coward
to kill a dream because she was late.
Yes our guilt is yours, if love is guilt
And if he is guilty when a river runs into the sea.
It is so beautiful, Lord, and is so soft, so clear,
it would be a greater sin if I did not love.
And so, forgive me, Lord, because it is so beautiful,
that you who made the water, and the flower, and star
you, you hear the lament of the pain with no name,
You also would love if you could be a man!
Tuesday, 27. October 2009, 14:41:39
Because they want to believe that I love you
In my life there is no other love, that
I just want yours, I just want
your passion.
If I do not want to hurt me, if you have another
love too, I'll still be your friend
Auque
I understand it hurts, I will continue
being your friend, I hurt Auque
understand.
I'm dying to be with you, I'm dying
to see you again, I'm dying to kiss your mouth,
your mouth, so I waited.
I'm dying because you think, how much
always loved you, I still keep in
my lips your kisses and do not know why.
If I want to believe, today
I stay away from you, because you want
Hurt me, because you make me suffer so
Tuesday, 27. October 2009, 14:37:28
That woman knows that I am looking at,
that every gesture she belongs to me
I suspect now that the temperature of your skin,
the rhythm of your breath,
the blow of his blood?
! Do not feign indifference but this woman,
eye lift,
to be delivered,
intending to invent me
all the tricks of love
Tell this woman that I am looking at,
to see it is a party,
right now the rain is coming
and will then have to run naked
messing up the water with her hair,
birds and flowers planted in the air.
That woman is aware that I am looking
and return your eyes when you start your journey.
May prevent the game then?
Tuesday, 27. October 2009, 00:38:30
Today I begged while not separate myself from your lips, allowing me to continue looking into your eyes to want to love me as I love you I. If I told you everything you want, If I did not dare show you my feelings, if I street when I should cry ... Now I say that I love and I love you infinitely. Listen, listen to my desires to pray for you, attend to my wishes, which belong to you, listen and give me the pleasure of your love. Touch me with your soul, Acaríciame with your eyes, Seduce me with your mouth, your body has lead me, take me to your pleasures, give me your entire love. I will follow you every minute, I'll be the shadow that entertains your emotions, the sadness will protect you and fill you with happiness ... I will give everything I have: my love. I have the madness of love is my feeling, is your danger is an adventure that tempts me, is an evolution of thoughts, a stream of seductions, a river of passions and emotions, your love seduce me. If a thousand angels to be I adore you join me in paying tribute to your affection, if I owned the sky would deliver it to your heart, if you loved me I would give me. There is no limit to love you or borders to distinguish the world than not you, in my world there is no passion but your body no more smoothly than giving away your skin no more tenderness than I offer, there is nothing but my love for you. Dance to our desires, we each feel crazy night kisses as our air, our mouths drink endless, we pray that the day does not lead to love, imagine a love that is born only of the two, love, feel, let us rejoice ... live. I love you, love you and love you, I own you, see you and not añorarte, I want you, touch you and recorrerte, I mean ... I love you. I wish you infinitely, without limit and betrayals, no deadlines or time, without rancor or demands, I wish you endlessly as I wish every bit of your love Derróchame love, give me your desires, thou thy servant, thou me your goal, derróchame love, let me give myself is you, let me love you. I want you for my folly, and my existence, my sanity and my dream, my thoughts and my life, I want you all I and all my love. I wish that after this, we were more than friends, or boyfriends, and if for some reason do not fulfill my desire.
Tuesday, 27. October 2009, 00:35:18
Alone, truly alone,
you are never alone and do not pretend
save my loneliness in four stanzas
more if I start this poem and do not match.
Solo, who said that alone,
if among so many things that you have left
my ocean lies in a boat anchored
dead full of stories and memories.
Only, you'll think I'm alone,
I now accompanies his beard and the reluctance
Small instincts of suicide
that bind men and flashes past.
Solo, by God, as being alone,
if in my mind thousands of nostalgic dance
moments of passion, of silhouettes,
and me late one night in the bowels.
Alone, truly alone,
you are never alone, with me today
all this loneliness and misses you
without you gets bigger between your forgetfulness.
Alone, truly alone,
you are never alone and do not pretend
save my loneliness in four stanzas
more if you finish the poem and do not match
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