I waited ...
In the mist,
amazed at the helpless loneliness,
sadness was present to remember
especially when I loved you and now intend to deny
full of rain and wind, turn to screams your memories:
perhaps imagining that you understand how I feel
How I miss you!
I was not the cause of the pain ...
And I'll wait until it dries the dew;
until you have no m...
Thursday 4th July 2013 1:36 am
Today I know that you've gone
Submerged in silence,
under shadows;
named you in a seemingly endless vacuity
As if he were listening!
As if he felt it!
Despite my lips you've gone astray,
let me tell you the hours that I've thought of you,
like a dream that has become ponderous
You stand out and anxiety takes my soul;
what need of your memories
if my fingers thr...
Thursday 4th July 2013 1:32 am
My heart is a lonely flower...
My heart is a lonely flower aged by pain,
misunderstood by dreams
that where denied by life
A dead flower, forgotten,
inclined towards hope
that learned to give treason a name
However,
there are flowers that bathe themselves in the morning sun,
even for some reason that never existed
And although it is the most humble little flower,
...Thursday 4th July 2013 1:29 am
Only 10%...
I have felt only 10% of your passion and it was perfect
Those hands! They held me encouraging the encounter,
they snatched me out of myself to get into your body
It was perfect, succulent, table for a bed!
Once and then again, overflowing the accumulated ardor in this body!
Only 10% was enough to reach the sky...
I was pliable metal between your f...
Thursday 4th July 2013 1:27 am
Without having sought you
Without having sought you,
love turned into skin and dwelt among us,
you and I,
just one world
I see you with my soul,
you give me warmth, your hands assure me,
your words come to me
and gifted me with a new life
Nothing was spared!
I know that you love me and from so much love,
we’ll continue to live for our love,
because our ...
Friday 22nd March 2013 12:02 am
When the yearning comes...
When the yearning comes, full of fantasies,
I look under my sheets for you
in the chiaroscuro in the morning
A red rose burns in my belly
my five senses feel the scourge of a feverish passion
you bloom in my thoughts
Addicted to you, I encourage myself to believe
that you also desire me
and the storm rolls over my skin,
soaking me from my so...
Thursday 21st March 2013 11:59 pm
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