Mi corazón agonizando,rendido al silencio,herido en el barro,cubierto de escarcha.Pero al vestirse de verde,Tú la cogiste entre tus manos,y apartaste el polvo,sanando mis heridas con tus labios.Mataste el fríocon un abrazo,me construiste las alas,con caricias y versos,y me entregaste el trono,de las madrugadas,con la magia de un beso.Me diste mil luces,entre la arena y el agua,cuando dos cisnes blancos,surcaron la músicade la noche estrellada.Y soñé en tu pecho,perfumes que bailan,dormí en tus brazose1 tiempo perdido...y volé.
sábado
Vestido de verde
Estrella fugaz
Se ha perdido una estrella fugaz en tus ojos,por eso brilla tu alma cuando sonríes,y de las perlas que ocultas entre tus labios,brotaron chispas de plata cuando suspires.Y entre el temblor de las hojas que al viento suenan,luce eterna llama que en invisibles lazos,unen mi alma ala tuya sin que lo sepas,atando mis sueños y esperanzas a tus brazos.Mi amor es el fuego que arde vigoroso,y transparente corre en enorme cascada,hacia la estrella que tienes en los ojosfundiéndose con un beso en tu mirada.El hechizo de cristal flota en el aire,mezclando la luz ardiente del lucero,con mis lágrimas y tus risas, al tiempo,mientras el viento susurra que te quiero...
Blessed
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!
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