The edge on the wind

You are the one

who climbs the giant hill

to listen to the Moon

You are the one who flies

above the wind

to pull up a tear

that comes from the stars

You are the one who shouts

to break the sea,

to make a huge wave

that smash the sound

and the silent.

You are the one who runs

faster than lightning

who lives in the thunder

who loves the storm,

as there it's your home.

You are the one who exploits,

who shines, who shakes,

in the danger, in the red,

in the border.

 You are the one who changes,

into wild horse,

into falcon, into air ,

and a long hair.

You are the one

the spirit and gist

of the water and fire,

of the freedom and war,

against yourself

You are the one

who stops the time

who listens and sees

who feels and grasps,

everything.

You are the one

who smells colours,

the one who sees flavours,

who touches sounds

and listenes to perfumes

You are the one....

and I'm on the edge of the wind.

The blue night

The night of the thunder,

the night of the desert,

the night of the broken glasses,

the blue night

when the biggest present

only given once

was betrayed,

was despised,

was stepped,

by the Lord of the game,

the one who set fire ,

to the snowed hills

killing life,

breaking souls through the time.

Just indifferent,

just for pleasure,

that's enough reason.

He lives on bodies

their hearts stripped,

for lighting a candle,

his candle.

The night that I gave him

my essence is over, .

I'm still living there

but that's no important,

no important...

The night of the thunder,

the night of the desert,

the night of the broken glasses,

the blue night.

Blessed

Into the two blue lakes

lying besides the sacred mountain

swims the spirit

of my lost dream.

Sometimes It evaporates ,

making a cloud

that rain in my hair

blessed rain.

Sometimes I plunge

searching his soul

dipping in the water

without tear,

that captivates the dread,

blessed wet.

Sometimes the moonlight,

reflects the desire

that bathe all the corners

of my surrendered will,

blessed feel.

Sometimes the sunshine

moistened in the waves

dive through the ponds

lighting the heat

blessed lit.

I have drowned in your eyes,

drenched in your tides

ducked in your stream...

And I found my dream.

Made of Fog

I want fire, heat and volcano,

and you are made of snow.

I want the sea,

the foam and the salt,

and your are dried.

I want the sun and the light

and your are made of fog.

I want a flower, a colour,

that my face dances in your mind

that your chest melts with mine,

that your eyes, my eyes find.

But you are made of stone.

I want a flavour, a shout,

that your mouth bathes my mouth,

that your fingers

escape from your hands

and search me.

But I never find you.

I want words made of sugar

and little verses

I want you to seek the Moon

in my body

and that you fly slowly

looking for tides

I want that you tie

your skin to my soul

just for a moment.

But don't have you

Forever

Indelible

like the sculpture in rock

like the statue in stone

unalterable, immutable

forever

Perennial,

like the tattoo by fire

by blood, undying, imperishable

forever.

Permanent,

like the amputation of a member,

ineffaceable, everlasting

forever.

Irremediable,

like death

like the passage of time

unchanging, irrevocable

forever.

That's your trace in me,

an eternal mark.

Irrefutable, unforgettable,

forever.

October

August's red fire,

early caress

on the dry earth.

You gave me everything:

skin, smiles,

taste of honey and smoke

and strawberries

You gave me a dream

and a rose,

and the key of time

in silver and sapphire...

And then,

October in the wind's colour,

a disappeared perfume

and the music hidden far away.

And you remove everything from me.

The truth hurt,.

and the moment and the plough,

became a lie.

You gave me sighs

and a broken image

a tear of oblivion

and a moan only ,one moan

What's your colour, wind

that when you pass

you don't keep any memory?

Blood into rock

That's what I want,

stay immobile

keep still

for not to continue

Inert,

I'll be a stone

blood into rock

To cry in the bed

and not to move

for being able to die,

for not having to walk again

through the thorns of life.

To cover my face

and not to see the sky again

to save my heart  very inside

with a label that says

“I’m not beating”

Nobody to breath,

time to stop

at this very moment

Silent!

Abiding

You want me to wait for time

But it seems that it's shy

And never arrives,

You want me to hold on

Standing by the days

Lingering aside

You want me to abide indefinitely

Expecting one future

That mayor not come

You want me to await tomorrow

But you don't know when is tomorrow

Or if it'll exist somehow

But you are the sea

and I'm a fish

Endlessly thirsty

Of you

You are with me

And I still miss you

So much

You asked me

To stop my melody

But I can't

The music it's already there

Waiting

For your time

Abiding

For your future

Awaiting

your tomorrow

Standing by,

your days,

lingering

To be sung

The core bleeding

All inside is salt,

a core bleeding,

a knife,

a loneliness alone,

a fight,

a shore

of nothing

of a broken love

of nothing,

of a broken love.

That's me

the laugh of a tear

and whole pain.

It's dark

And it's late for tomorrow

just only sorrow,

around the heart

Words can't express

what is shouting the voice,

because it's bigger than me

and it's so strong

that just can't be stood,

I'm so alone...

Dressed in Green

My heart agonising,

surrendered to the silent

hurt in the mud

covered with frost.

But when it dressed in green

you picked it up in your hands,

and you removed the dust,

healing my wounds with your lips

You killed the cold

with an embrace,

you built wings on me

with caresses and verses.

You delivered the throne

of the dawns to me

with the magic of a kiss.

You gave me a thousand lights

between the sand and the water,

when two white swans

clove the music

of the starry night.

And I dreamt in your chest

perfumes that dance,

I slept in your arms

the wasted time,

and I flied.

Silent

That the blow hurts me

and there is not wail

that can carry

the furious cry

that is aching

Only silent...

My soul was left

on the floor again,

like an useless spoliation,

only a waste.

But silent!

That the lament can't load

with the weight

of all the wound

Freeze the life,

Silent!

Because I’m dying…

Fall again

Don't you know that my soul

is made of fine crystal,

that my heart is delicate

and in disregarding those

you can completely smash them?

Don't you Know that my kisses

were not made of lies.

That they waited very long

only looking for the rest

from other lips to feel?

Don't you know that my embrace

wasn't a tasteless gesture,

that it has been one life

wanting for reaching the touch

of other being's arms?

Don't you know that my verses

are the arrows of the present

that only bring the message,

of my battered spirit

when inside there is all pain?

And now that you reign

in the centre of my chest

for God's sake be careful

with my life's flames,

Because if you have rescued me

from the bottom of the abyss

with an only oversight

you can leave me fall again.