RAGE

I can not control,
I recognize that your protection
melts in my feeble human strength.
I feel angry,
as heroin in the veins of a man over.

The heart is worn paper thin,
time is the opposite for an award
the only way that loving.

Your life you give me your
and I try to pray that goodness still can not believe ...
I try, I can do whatever it takes,
to kiss your lips.

That anger, now makes me think hard enough ...
Is it enough?
The answer lies in being brave?
that anger, I now strangles
self as a swing wisdom,
sometimes I can not more ...

However,
pat, I still believe in your touch,
in all the kisses you gave me today,
wanting to succeed north of a local youth,
misunderstood our youth
for all people, but two
we are your self adorning our future,
loving us and making us harm,
who is able to love well,
Who is able to love and not touch?


(c) 2012

YES

I wonder,
I would like to understand,
all this result somehow
from another site,
no matter where ...

I would drink the rest of this absence,
would like to know where you are now.
Because today you were an angel in this absurd
entertainment.

Yes, two ways of thinking,
no, no accident.
Why, tell me why ...

This punishment will not let me raise the thought
where you truly deserve you.

Sadness in morning on a Friday ...
And you told me today that Saturday made ​​me feel so special.

Yes, I wake up next to you every day of my life.
if I push you in that bed you both dreamed.
if I want to turn your dreams in mind.
if I want to fulfill all my dreams with life.
if I want to travel with your soul to places unknown.
if you want to make noise ...


(c) 2012

YOU AND ME

You and I are looking for life
my virtue as there is still moist soil
soaking this nostalgia,
Your smile is a four leaf clover ...

With the depth of present pain
again, another night I do not sleep with my ...

You and I are two stars that shine with wisdom,
as an ancient sky,
like two animals that feed the hungry with a desire,
with the same desire ...

Honestly, I never get tired of waiting anywhere ...
The news in a newspaper bother me
and sometimes I do not think,
words you hear people
words with their truth
achieve a world
a parallel between you and me.

Reasons lost in the rain from your eyes
and my particular inconsistency,
I know and who I can be,
win or not win,
succeed in your thinking particles
and step that I helped you up ...
Where is it? Where could he be?

You and I are two cars at high speed,
in tow a few bumps hard won
to over sixty night I anesthetized,
who want more, who can provide more ...

You and I are two fools who run away from the situation,
We are like angels in this hell
known rainbow ...
And life is returning to regret,
our lives do not understand,
since I told you, sorry ...


(c) 2012

AUN SE QUIEN SOY

Llega la noche, incienso e incomprensión vertical,
después de cumplir tantos sueños
puedo golpear los lamentos felinos de esta ciudad,
color universal...
Tus susurros vuelan como pájaros descontrolados,
eres tan bonita que no encuentro la palabra exacta,
yo soy tan soñador que no lo puedo disimular...
Cielo sumergido, búsqueda de un beso
en el océano de un lamento,
cada día que pasa
es un escalón más hacia el infierno.
Tiembla la noche, sangre y sentido común dormido,
después de oscurecer entre tu deseo
y mis poemas, ausentes de dulces mordiscos y letras,
tu puedes volver a empezar,
yo puedo ser el vampiro que ironice tu malestar.
Mi vida es un edificio en estado de demolición
pero... Aún se quien soy.
Aún son las diez de la noche
y anhelo aquellos cuentos de verdades e injusticias,
la luna que tanto nos vio viajar
como flores sedientas de cariño, destino y neutralidad.
Corre la noche como el viento que mece
tus pupilas agresivas de sufrir por mi...
Y un trozo de tierra nace para la resurrección
de tu cuerpo alimentado por mis caricias clandestinas,
un árbol que resiste agua, sol y frío
en la decadencia de sus 35 primaveras,
rescata un sentimiento de esos que se llevan tan adentro...
Y murmura y piensa... Aún se quien soy.
Se rompe la noche como un juguete que no soporta
más llantos de alguien tan, tan especial,
se disfraza la madrugada y vienes a verme
con un abrigo y debajo nada más,
mil besos y el reflejo de tus ojos en mi corazón,
los latidos acompañan al parpadeo,
los cinco sentidos se evaporan de un chasqueo,
mis dedos hacen el resto...
Cuantas veces juraste la mentalización,
cuantas veces escuché "Man in the mirror"
para la progresión de una vida en común,
aún se quien soy sin saber a donde voy,
alguien se estremece de recuerdos recordando,
alguien se excita tanto de recordar pensando,
ese alguien sigue escribiendo...


(c) 2012

ROBIN HOOD

"En las cenizas del fracaso está la sabiduría"

PENSAR, PENSAR AUN MAS . . .

Breve mentalización hacia el infierno de no verte mas,
interpreto que tu lejanía es otra forma
de ver lo puta que es la vida.
Tu lloras y yo escribo,
la ciudad duerme ajena a este extraño,
paralelo movimiento.
Mi mundo en la sorpresa de tus ojos,
la nostalgia alrededor de ti
pone voz a esa canción
que parece hablar de nosotros dos.
Se desgranan las horas como inútiles amantes,
se deshojan los silencios que me hacen pensar más,
pensar aún más...
Breve publicación de un alma
en el testamento de tus caricias,
adornan esa forma tan especial
de empapar las huellas en olor jazmín.
Bosque de reflejos en tu fantasía singular,
océanos de lagrimas que ahogan la cruel realidad,
tu decides pensar,
pensar aún más...
Naturaleza que danza
en contra de multiplicar uno por dos,
la culpa es como una muñeca de trapo
que respira lentamente para hacernos pensar,
pensar aún más, desde las palabras más sinceras
hasta los secretos más rosados,
como aquel amanecer frío
en que despertabas viéndome soñar...


(c) 2012

WHERE THESE

As a black velvet eyes,
caress the meaning of life,
as a paradise of universal feelings
have the weakness of my soul ...

I want to kiss you but we do not see anyone,
on the balcony of our spirit,
the result of three years ...

Unpredictable journey of our time,
I got on the moon and do not find you ...
I have fun thinking about where you are,
but only lasted a little while,
where these ...

Girl too pretty for this morning,
are a maze of emotions
that scatter the sun of a common meeting.

As I see eyes dark velvet
this night of magic and disappointment,
girl ... Is it too late to believe?

I think of you every move brain
and look and look and look
I do not know where you are.


(c) 2012

I NEED YOU

Function has been completed
And I need you, do not know how,
with your eyes in my tears formed a sad applause,
half a gram of your sweetness would be sufficient,
galloping of my lyrics unconsciousness
I was the accomplice of all your fears,
I feel like a pirate on your island defeated special
conjuring as I can the strange delusion of your absence.
Function has been completed,
I would write the perfect story
and dedicate it to my princess
but drowned in the tide
lay my verses lying on the sand ...

At night strange voices unattainable
all my dreams melted in the heat of your body,
sacred garden, mining of memories,
calcined your lips on my lips
and you know that my profession is "hurt me."
Function has been completed,
I need you and I can not stand,
wanted to be the fool who went crazy your youth,
wanted to fill your soul with brightness and answers
I do not know if you remember that I smoked your mouth and bites of love,
pain is stirred into tears repentant
I am a cripple in every morning you go ...
Forget ¿is stupidity to walk again?
provoked me once my smile sweetly
each of our games ....

 (c) 2012