I’ll be barking to luck,
Until she sends you back alone.
I’ll be looking at the sky at night,
Then wish to bling bling stars,
their dust made up a trail path.
I’ll be asking to the sun, the moon and planets,
one place for me to arrive.
I’ll be friendly and loyal;
whatever takes you in a trap of mine.
How good it is to have a rival
whom in competition with,
makes you forget the worst within.
Hence the trail of successful tries,
either failures, crap or treats,
they sigh and dance.
Quiero sentirme toda Abril;
Danzas de flores en cortejos de colores y mariposas de dolores;
Un solo toque imposible de amor que de hibernar sobrevive de milagro;
Minúsculo encanto que de luz descompone en arco iris el negro.
As painted, it might not be indelible.
Indeed people in great novels tend to say it is.
Anybody with good sense would say:
Just find a partner, anyone.
To relieve energy.
Or to satisfy fair vanities.
Or to practice for the one ahead to come.
Which of it?
Anybody, anyone.
In a funny game to play
For a moment,
instantaneous pleasure!
BUT I’m weird!
I want the one written here, somewhere…
The one faded name, illegible already
But still not washed off by lie.
Strange…all weird…
I had my head all lost in the woods,
Those in the moon.
Wasn’t it rare I don’t remember your face
But crave for tha’ skin?
How suddenly I am, squeezing my memories,
To think in your eyes.
Ice is what should be,
Deep inside of my heart
When it skips,
One or two beats.
For I recall your hands into mine.
The thumb with the ring
Pinching my cheek,
In awe for a smile.
Ice is what should be,
Deep inside of my heart
When it skips,
One or two beats.
Don’t know if I hated or loved you at first sight,
But this warm is to melt what remains frozen my dear…..
Even if lil’ by lil’
For it ain’t one, such a heat,
It’s not a passion you see…
Tender…coiling up.
You didn’t know…
I wouldn’t have even thought
Come my tough cookie,
Give it your all
Ice is what should be,
Deep inside of my heart
When it skips,
One or two beats.
For I recall your hands into mine.
Lovely, lovely chips of reason
May fall…
My heart skips
One or two beats
If I dream those hands into mine
Corrupted and tempted to lust;
Such is the path, oh my GOD.
To worship you, time lord,
You evil and bad luck,
All sense lost and sanity gone.
Blood sacrifice.
To you, dainty fair rose.
All in awe to become your merry,
blooming love.
A little light in the darkest of all nights.
This whispering,
wavering voice calling you,
is my lighthouse.
One of life,
one of fire.
The wind beckoning you,
Deafening roaring silence,
As my heart beats tell you where.
Where to find sweet beverage.
Follow me.
Follow me,
in its sighing sound,
You already know where to look up
Ensartar ristras de palabras,
Una a una,
Contando cada escala.
Diminuto mapa.
Un cielo indeleble,
Con caminos visibles al viento.
Estelas de olores,
Tú esencia que me guía a voces.
Un collar de perlas,
¿Tú sonrisa?
¿Mis palabras?
Una ausencia innegable.
Una mano sobre la mía.
Ahora aire.
It takes too long to be reborn,
and I’ve been waiting that long.
Come and end this pain of heart;
which compels me to take you to the stars;
while being hold in your arms.
Old corny remark, yet I wanna be;
the only shine upon your eyes.
Lost daydreaming, lost seeking happiness
in a hurtful past. Where the most beautiful blue might soar in wings of sky
Ojos rasgados de fauno silvano,
Bajo el sol es verano.
Ojos rasgados de fauno silvano,
Verdes hojas de naranjo a golpes de tambor,
Caen en la lira de este encantador.
Manos largas y dedos frágiles,
Armas caligráficas con que escribir una noche.
Lucidez sincera con que embriagarme esta reja,