Love concert

Love concert


Not a thousand violins could express my love for you.
Not even the most beautiful opera, the most perfect concert, could say how much I love you, my beloved.
Not even if the blue Danube played everyone's heart instantly
Even if Mozart rules Beethoven in his most beautiful symphony
Not even if the stars fell from the sky when the Carmina Burana was played endlessly
Not even if God came down from the clouds to dance with Carmem de Bizet
My love for you is greater than a love concert played by all the stars in the universe.
Nothing compares to the love that I feel for you.
Our music is the most beautiful song of the symphony of love



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Beyond infinite

Beyond infinite
 

If there was a ladder to reach the sky, and you were up there, I would be able to climb it incessantly, just like a flame that never goes out, renewing the spirit.
Maybe I would find you beyond the stars, illuminating some constellation, or even dancing in the rings of saturn, a sweet song that would come from the voice of the universe.
A sweet song sung by you, my beloved, in the immensity of the brightest stars.
If I could reach the sun, I would overcome the flames of fire and bring you the golden rose of love, where on every petal engraved in gold, would reveal your name, and next to it a phrase that would say beautiful:
"For you I would be able to seek love, beyond infinity


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Love verses

Love verses
 

For you I would write until my ink was gone, where the paper would be completely sealed with words of love
A perfectly admirable inspiration, where the components that form it simplify the contained desire.
Your exuberant beauty is properly illuminated by the light of the infinite, in which you are the most radiant and most beautiful being.
Where in your spirit lies the loudest cry, the cry of unconditional love, like an arrow piercing a passionate heart. If what does not kill us strengthens us, then the arrow that crosses my chest is a sign that passion is really the conquest of love. Maybe one day at the dawn of dawn, when a drop of dew comes to visit your face, you will realize that this drop is only a passionate tear, that cries of love for you, my beloved.
I believe that I will not be able to complete these verses, because my ink is ending, I may be able to write just one more sentence: "For the love nothing is impossible, when we truly love



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On the way to the sun

On the way to the sun


I will walk through the dense sand of the desert, and on the limpid land of Christ to reach the sun.
There in the sun the path is long to follow, for long are the steps for this body of light.
I can feel you in here, beating loudly, begging for love, calling for me.
I'm looking for myself so I can find you
When I find you, I'll find my true love.
I want to be just a knight, not a king.
I will cross the oceans and climb the great ice mountain
From above, I will shout your name, and I will say a prayer for the angels to take my voice to your heart.
Now I am close, from here where I am I can see the sun, from here where I am I can see your eyes, from where I am, I will not walk alone anymore.



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Red goblet

Red goblet
 

With a wet goblet of your mouth
I drink your kiss with drops of dew
Lost drops
Of temptation
Wet with sweet desire
In sweetness
What makes you woman
Tempting and wild

Detach me
And pledge
Everything on me
What is not possible
What is impossible?
I want you, my beloved
Beautiful and in love


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Magma

Magma
 

My passion on fire
Tears the sky like an angry sword
Like a hot lava
That boils in the bowels of the earth
Gaps open
In the storms unleashed by my heart
I look for you and I do not see you
Where are you, my desire?
I do not see you for being blind and in love
Passion that burns my wet eyes
Lost tears
From an endless ocean
 


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Venus

Venus


My black eyes come to you.
Tormented by your heart
Burning
In the body that dresses you perfect
Makes me hungry and decadent
On the bare skin that holds you warm and soft

Unclench my vertebrae
Make me dream
In a good dream
A gift of love
A small fire
What makes it burn

Sing your songs in my ear
Take me to paradise
With your sweet and powerful voice

My beloved
On thee
I have
The temptation aroused
By a strong desire
That sets me free



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Secrets

Secrets


Just as Hiram Abiff unveiled all cosmic mathematics in the universe, leaving in the temples of Solomon all the secret of architecture and geometry created by God, I will also uncover your most hidden secrets.

Just as Jesus Christ in his nuptial ceremony anointed the feet of Mary Magdalene sealing love in their sacred marriage, so will I seal you with a single and true kiss.

Like an indestructible fortress, I will overcome all my enemies, and every barrier that can keep me from reaching you.

Just as Columbus was guided through the stars, and the maps prepared by the Templars, I will be guided to his heart.

As the masters revealed and hid in their works, the existence of the Mother Goddess, I will also protect you with my fire.

Just as Shakespeare wrote his love stories, leaving in the lines of time, endless poems in love, I will also write the most beautiful and deepest poetry in his heart.

Just as an alchemist constantly seeks wisdom and perfection, turning all his knowledge into light, I will also be your guide and I will hold your hand, whether in the glare of the sun or in the darkness.

Just as an eternal lover who dreams of finding his true and only love, making their passion present in all the lives they meet, I will also be their other half.

Just as all knowledge exists in every particle of the universe, I will exist in your life, where past and future will be eternal moments of the present, and returning to the beginning of everything, would be like Akhenaten, who with his sword of equality and justice, protected the children of the sun, for as the good and the just were led by the hand of God, I will also be your divisor of Waters, wherever you are, wherever you go.



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Perfect love

Perfect love
 

Make love with you
It's like the breaking of the sea waves
On the golden rocks of sunlight

Make love with you
It's like extending the flight of the condor
In the sky

Make love with you
It's like germinating the flowers
From a forgotten garden

Make love with you
It's like rain falling on roses
Putting the lost petals on the floor

Make love with you
It's like caressing the face of a goddess
With the heart


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Amazon

Amazon
 

Sweet warrior woman
next to the silence your crying announces
a cry of burning tears
descending a river of stones

Hot nights invade your belly
ripping your scarlet flesh
in your pursuit there is a tiger
clearing the wilderness

Rise up beautiful Amazon
galloping on your black steed
open your hills on the horizon
throw in the wind all your veil

In your beautiful mermaid waist
pearls adorn your infinite
on top of you the lion breaks free
screaming just a single scream
 

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Your presence

Your presence
 

Your presence sets me on fire
Oh! Glorious spirit of light
That rips the skin like a desire
Splendid love of love

In the sky of the mouth is hidden the silence
From a fervent hot kiss
Hallucinated love dancer
Dance on the floor like a love ballerina

Your body is on mine like a flower.
Without thinking about the time and day
They kiss and they complete
Both immersed in fantasy

Your presence in me dawns
Oh! Radiant golden rose
I love you infinitely
My lovely sweetheart

Our love is like a boat.
Sliding on a Bright Ocean
Your eyes are the stars
Your mouth is a diamond

From the sun I make my flame
In the twilight, I light your light.
In the labyrinths of your body
Desire leads me

Your presence completes me
Oh! Delicious goddess
I devour you whole
Savoring your rose

In your lips flows the honey
Sliding on your heart
In every pore of your skin
I write a love poem

Your hot and tremulous flesh
To heaven elevates me
I love you infinitely
My sweet beloved bride



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The sands of Time

The sands of Time
 

The sands of Gobi blind my eyes
In the desert the winding lines dance with the grains scattered in the wind.
Inside my chest there's a feeling, a love I've never forgotten
A love that I always saw in the blue of the horizon
A love I've always waited for, just as a kiss crowned with sunlight waits for the twilight.
If I'll meet her again, who knows?
Who knows what the time holds us?
Here before there was a fertile land, where I had planted love, the love I felt for a princess, a single spirit, a single flower. She is my beloved, my love, and my life.
The sands of Gobi can stifle my cry, but they will not erase my memories.
In every winding drawing of this desert, I see your face, I feel your scent when I feel the breeze in my spirit.
Here lies my greatest treasure, the memory of this love.
It's time to leave this desert, time to continue this trek
Follow the instinct that makes the spirit move
I'll meet her again
I know that I will find my beloved
This love is my light
I will find my love, through the secúlos, through the life
I'll love her again
Beyond the sands of time



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Prism

Prism


In my expressionism, maybe I'll find a way to get to you.
I could do anything to surprise you
I would make Cezanne between your cones and spheres, in the impossible form of reality, I would build the castle of Medan in its purest truth, and in my solitude of Van Gogh, I would drink my coffee at night, in love with the intense colors of your heart of music and art.
If I can not get your attention, I'll scream at Munch's contorted scream, contained within my emotion.
 You know, my love, I'm not that good, I also have my surrealistic demons like Klee.
Is that you? Can I allow myself to say what you represent to me, my love?
You are the holy woman in Da vinci's last supper.
You and the birth of Venus is the worship of the magicians of Botticelle
You are the perfect symmetry of Picasso
You are a perfect photograph of Rembrandt.
You are like Rodin, in his bronze age, in the sweetness and whiteness of marble
 I suffer like the citizens of Calais every time my eyes do not admire your beauty.
No, my love, I do not want to impress you, but just like Monet, I am able to break the light to make a prism in your water lilies.
Maybe I'm not as modern as Camille Claudel, who in his love of doom, suffered his pain from abandonment.
Maybe I do not have the sad eyes of Frida Kahlo, who did not paint dreams but reality, and yet she left smiling.
Leaving here your love and your colors.
I am sure that Athena dwells in your soul, the only difference between you and this Goddess, and that every Goddess has her Twilight, and you have the light, and the music in your soul, and my love in your heart


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Walker

Walker
 

The wanderer walks the lost trail
In the confines of a forgotten land
He continues his journey.
Walking on top of corn kernels
And the cane to greenish in the lonely walls
From a sugary land
Make the wanderer, son, tares and wheat
With the headband on the head
Follow the man your destiny
Dangerous walk
In the calloused hands
Take the seeds
From a devastated land
Bitter fervor sense
In the heart of a wanderer
The hard earth makes you son.
A restless son
Hard, strong, rigid, determined
The wanderer went his way.
No matter the battle
He followed with firm steps
Until the end of your journey



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Songs of Navarone

Songs of Navarone
 

Cannonballs explode in the skies
The baron of Münchhausen lied to me
When he said that they were fires of joy
How to have freedom
Without first suffering in agony?
In every flash
There is a smile of Napoleon
He said
The baron said
There is no sky without stars.
There is no land without ground
There is no syllable without a word
There is no sin without forgiveness
In the agony man kills and dies
Grows and frees
Judge, blame, and beg piety
Hearts bleeding in the darkness
The weeping in the silence of reason
And the Machiavellian cannons
To explode in the skies
With bullets thrown
By our own hands


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Doors written

Doors written


My shorts
Of pranks, of hunts
And Adventures, Monteiro Lobato
My philosophy Suassuna
And my blind eyes, Saramago
In my dead butterflies, Baudelaire
In my anguish, Florbela Espanca
A rose without perfume
And in his pain, Augustus of the angels
Kiss without jealousy
A warm kiss in the silence
Deaths, wounds, visions, hells of Dante
My Machadian hands write verses from Quintana
On a sunny afternoon, and hours pass, fly
Nobody sees Virginia Woolf
And Drummond with good face, looking at the sky next to Flag
Silliness, dropping kites in the air, sitting on the sand
In Villa de los Lobos, a Tom plays Vinícius
Eça de Queiroz hoists his hooks with words of tenderness
Using touches of Neruda
I walk down Baker Street but I can not find Conan Doyle.
Neither Jô Soares, and in the gold rush, Allan Poe runs
Rushing with the ravens while Mary Shelley locks her monster in the closet
In the corridor, Crowley sees Levi, and Bram Stoker carries a vampire baby in his arms
Fernando visits the philosophical hall of Plato
While my eyes of Byron are shipwrecked in a rough sea



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Surreal hours

Surreal hours
 

The windows shatter on a nervous floor
And go to the other empty pieces
Scattered across the filthy street, where stoned posts
And drunken lamps regurgitate the night together
With your deep cravings
An old woman puts her butt out of the window.
While vagabond fireflies light up the alleys
With their tails lit up
A clock melts on the wall
Dissolving the mortal hours
While Salvador Dalí stuck his finger inside
A jar of strawberry jelly
Run hours like an infernal wind
Taking the witches' brooms back to the surreal world
There are notes from an already forgotten poem
With crazy and furious verses engraved on a parchment
Running with crazy hours, digital watches and pointers



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Mirror of the ages

Mirror of the ages


Lions of Babylon surround the gates of paradise
While Sodom and Gomorrah weep
And Alexandria distributes her books
Where are the prophets with their scrolls?
And the Spartans with their golden spears?
In every tree of Eden
A bird makes its nest
As Atlantis descends
In the depths of a rough sea
And Egypt cries with the sphinx in her womb
Blood and running water
To water on the Nile
Raise and raise the pillars of Athens
What cries in the Aegean like serene tears
Buried in the sand
A Trojan horse also cries
Remembering Helena's eyes


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Foreign remnants

Foreign remnants
 

I saw stars of David shedding striped shirts
In a concentration camp
I have seen German women being raped by cowardly heroes
No reason
I saw the dictator soiling his pants, afraid of the shit he did
I've seen boys become paraplegic, after feeding the mouth of the dragon
And a white man with a brain scattered on the hood of a car
Hit by a shot no one knows where it came from
I saw the towers falling in the middle of the center
And everyone getting desperate
I saw the tyrant hanged with his eyes full of pride.
And the terrorist hiding in the foreigner's yard
After that I did not see anything else, everything went dark
But now, slowly I'm recovering the vision
I see soldiers coming home
And a good man waving in the crowd
It brings in the face a calm smile
And hold a book in one in the hands


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The Vedas Trail

The Vedas Trail
 

I follow the old trails
Left by the Vedas
My canister follows
By the opposite side of the river
In my Vedic dictionary
I bring the meaning of love
And the direction of the wire
Connecting and disconnecting
The synapses of the vertebrae
The alpha thought
That transcodes the right word
A unique feeling
The six arms of a semi-god
Strike with one sword
Stopping the venom of Shiva
While the bodhisattva walks
With Gajendra's legs
And the crocodile sucks his life
With a single bite
Violent



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Robot heart

Robot heart
 

I rip my chest out of my robotic heart
Rusty, without oil, without rancor
Mechanically programmed not to feel pain
I evaluate the heart rate with the help of the computer
I feel, I reveal and I hurt
With shock waves, I look for
Resurrect what is gone
The feelings that pulsate along with the desires
Dilating the arteries
On the left side of this mechanical chest
Scheduled to beat, maybe a few more years
And keep the promise of being happy.
Will it be fulfilled? Or was it programmed to be like this?
I blow the wind with my lead hands
And I admire the view with my fluorescent eyes
Decadent looks that get lost on the forgotten horizon
And the love that I see and feel
Knocking on the chest of a saddened robot
It will simply be an electric impulse
Pumping electrons in glass arteries



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The poetry

The poetry


To write a poetry it is enough to be alive
with the soul of hope
To be with the heart smiling like a child
cheeky and smiling
And if a tear sprout in the needy phase
of love, of life, of people
Cry out of love
Who never cried for love?
Who never suffered for love?
It is the meaning of life, love is felt in the body
and in the wounded soul, but when one does not love, the soul
do not give in to love
Love is in enjoyment and in smile
in the soft fire of passion, in paradise
there is no life without love, just as no
there is poetry without inspiration
and if a tear becomes a star
then cry a constellation
It's worth the cry for love
than living in solitude
There is no poet who has lived
without questioning this question
is what makes us alive
which gives us emotion
We are troubadours
Birds of hope
ripping the skies of passion
that's what Quintana would say
Machado and Drummond

Love for poets
it's like an endless ocean
that overflows in the heart of the lovers
It's a garden of red roses.
a sky covered with diamonds
Poetry for poets is the breath of life
the light of the retina, is the burning body of a woman
the smile of a girl
We are angels, prophets, demons
we realize, we foresee, we try
we are love singers
flower planters
we sow desires, fantasies and colors
Yes, poetry is colorful
even being sad
the color persists
maybe it's the color of love
who knows?
For the poet, nothing is impossible.
when your poetry expresses the truth
it is the forbidden passion, the pain of bitterness
the flight without wings, the freedom
it is dreaming without sleep
the cease of longing
is the love seen in a kaleidoscope of extreme beauty
is what Queiroz, Neruda and Bandeira would say

For those who like reality poetry is raw
for those who like fantasy, poetry is bare and bright
is the overflowing of words and blends
Poetry is a radiant, golden, beautiful sun
is the conjugation of love in the verb of infinity
it is the sound of silence, the cry of the cry
it is the vertigo of vertiginous
the arms hug
the kiss of the lips
the dating of lovers

To write a poetry, just be sure
that love covers the edges of the soul
giving light to clarity, would calm the afflicted hearts
is a game that plays with the heart
impregnated with passion
it is the spear of the waves in a rough sea
the twilight light
the flame of fire
the sense of emotion
Poetry is love transcoded into words
the cradle of the needy
the gift of the absent
the inspiration of life always following
is what Castro Alves, Balzac and Shakespeare would say



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The time without haste

The time without haste


Do not ask me what time it is.
but tell me, what prayer should I do?
so that time passes slower
for life to walk in slow motion
so that all the good moments
pass by very slowly
like a boat
sliding slowly into the sea
Tell me what prayer I should do.
So that my eyes do not blind
so that my body does not stop
to make things better
so that time does not pass
without before I love everything I want
without first I dream everything I should
without first living a lifetime
Tell me what prayer I should do.
So that I can accomplish everything
I would like
so that I can grow old
next to my wife
and still be able to say I love you
without worrying about the wrinkles on his face and
the white hairs
Life is fleeting for those in a hurry.
I do not have it, I want it to happen.
very slowly
like a little boat slowly sliding into the sea
So do not ask me what time it is.
Tell me what prayer I should do.
so that time passes very slowly


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Fortress

Fortress


This is how I see you, bright
Like the moon lit
What about me?
If not the false joy
But I do not want to live like this anymore
Such loneliness in my will
What was once dominated, now is not dominated
And no longer sow love
With dried leaves
And they start crying
Beyond farewell
The dream is always a dream
And the wound will not heal


This is how I see you, beautiful
Like the radiant rose
Who cries with the dew
Like the aurora
No longer love
What does not fit
No more translate
What does not transmute
And after so much struggle
No more fighting
What do you get in getting lost?
What is lost in winning?


This is how I look, sad
No right to ask, no dream to dream
A dense dream, without a handkerchief, without fury
And what are tears shed?
In addition to salt water
crystallized tears of a raging sea
A lament of a heart drifting, swallowed by the storm
And temperance? Maybe hopeless
Throws herself as a child
How blind, you do not care about the danger.
Do not fear the punishment
But they begin to weep a mourning

Transfer the light to the spirit
A good dream, not a sleep
In the sap of a sleeping breast, and the love in it
Have suffered, no longer love and live
No cure, no cure
Not finding what you're looking for
Transcends light at twilight
I wish it were true
Love incarnate, sown in height
Beyond the sky, the clarity
Beyond doubt, the certainty
Love is nothing more than a sweet question
With answer maybe to lovers' hearts
Who love infinitely without expecting anything in return
And needy, protect themselves, in a fragile fortress



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Return of a passion

Return of a passion
 

When my ship anchors in your port
You will not cry any more
Because when you look at my face
You will know
That I am that boy
That one day your lips kissed
With the promise of a day to come back
Well, this day has come.
I hope I can find you
The longing on my breast bled
I can not wait to hold you
I hope you remember me.
Who I was, who I am
I'll get this pain out of my chest.
I want to hug you in an endless hug
With cherub wings
And kiss you with kisses of love


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Words of a poet

Words of a poet
 

My words are not just words thrown in the wind
They are passionate verses of love
Plucked from the inside of the chest
Like the stem that holds a flower
Like a bird standing firm in the firmament
They are verses that cherish a pain
Wounds that close with time
My words are words of love.
Taken from my feeling



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Chimera Touch

Chimera Touch
 

A shine has made in my mind
Enlightening me with happiness
I could see so clearly
With eyes covered with light
The clarity
The heart goes off on one pulse
Bobbing the blood through the labyrinths of my body
Extreme energy dominates me without fright
Flooding with joy little by little
And on hearing the raindrops dripping in Pekim
Even being in Porto Alegre, more than absurd !!
I saw the beginning of the end
All going mad and deaf
And I here to sleep in this garden
Dreaming awake with my dreams
Waiting for someone who knows the touch of Chimera
Spring bloom
Leaving this world better



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If you ask me if I love you

If you ask me if I love you


If you ask me if I love you
I say to you, yes, my love.
Because what I feel
Raise my spirit
In an infinite space
From a multicolored sky
If loving is living in the extreme light of passion
So I love you extremely
Burning slowly
The light of my heart ❤


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Mona Lisa

Mona Lisa


She smiles a majestic smile.
Looking steadily at the horizon
Although his smile is mysterious
What else does your gaze hide?

A mountain on each side
Having two points of view
What is this last secret?
That until today intrigues us

Would she be the portrait of a youthful man?
A lover whose love had been secret?
Or just a beautiful Madonna?

Ah! beautiful Gioconda, what hides behind this smile?
Who will unravel this mystery?
Maybe only the one who finds paradise



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The prince and the seagull

The prince and the seagull


I found the little prince playing in the clouds
And he was looking for you.
I told him that you were on the moon.
For such a beauty
Only on the moon could you find
He was sad because it was waning moon
And with his short arms, he could not reach
I tried to put it on my shoulders.
But he still could not reach
I stared at the horizon where a seagull was gliding
I called her and she came right up to where we were and went straight away saying.
Jonathan is my name.
 Nice to meet you!
Why do you cry, little child? Asked the seagull
-He wants to go to the moon! I told him. But it is waning, can not reach it!
- I can handle this.
 Jonathan said.
-I will solve this question!
The gull then launched toward the moon and took it by the tip with its beak, and went down very slowly.
I then raised the little one, and he can reach the tip of the moon with his arms.
The gull then released the moon, and it rose steadily
And that was how the little prince met you, and as you sang his songs to him, Jonathan and I played with the stars.
What on that magical night, the stars shone brighter than on other days



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Infinite waves

Infinite waves


Endless waves carry my desire.
As passionate violins
Playing serenades in the wind
Like the song of a sad whale
Regretting your regret
The desire that she had missed and insisted
In sheltering my body and persists
Punish my thinking
And the heart in love and sore
Cry so suffered
Like I was dead
A tear of love and wind


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Astrolabe

Astrolabe


My boat slips on the waves
Looking for to find you
In every star that sings
In every corner of the sea
I sail with my sail in the wind
Yearning for desire
Waiting a day
To be able to kiss your sweet lips
Where every kiss would be recorded in my astrolabe
Like the photograph of a golden sun
Extremely illuminated
Kissing the sea



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The way of the butterflies

The way of the butterflies


I saw you follow the path of the butterflies.
As the sun falls from laziness in the evening
Suddenly, the butterflies are gone.
It was no longer day
The sun was already hiding
At dusk
From your hair a yellow ribbon broke off
While the moon illuminated you smile
And the wind in your body sighed
Believing to be kissing
And kissed
The wings of a queen butterfly
That on that magical night
I flew in the moonlight
In the Garden of Daisies



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High Paradise

High Paradise


My Goddess is as clear as snow
And your luminous smile seduces me.
Hold me in the arms in a light gallop
But as fast as light
My Goddess is sparkling like the stars
From the sea the most beautiful mermaid
Pure Essence of Nature
What kindly leads me
It is a high paradise
Of abstract dreams
And imaginary smiles
That my mind produces



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To drift

To drift
 

I'm adrift
Waiting for the tide of a rough sea
Bring me back to your arms
That one day I left
My safe harbor
I still remember your hugs
That tightened and entwined my body
Where on the silk sheets they loved each other
Savoring the desire little by little


I see the light of a beacon illuminating
The sky of a furious storm
Fire, lightning and wind covering the moonlight
Darkness Reflecting Clarity
I hear the clarion of an angel playing
As I descend into the depths of the immensity
I see seahorses swimming
In the ocean of my heart


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Your smile

Your smile
 
Your smile, that way, it smiles at me.
A vertical smile
Where I let myself devour
Devouring you equally



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Blue storm

Blue storm


Inside my chest full of longing
I'm going to look for you in this blue sea
In the fury of this storm
I can imagine the touch of your hands
I wanted to love you now
Sweetheart
And bathe my lips in your kisses
In my heart homesickness
Shivering with desire
I feel the distance prolong this storm
My heart is bleeding painfully.
Seems to explode
My heart is suffering with the pain of this love
Ah! if only I could love you again



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The Plea of ​​a Dog

The Plea of ​​a Dog
 

You drive me out of your house like I'm a sick dog.
Like a plague that pervaded a feverish body
What good is it to love you sweetly?
If you now throw me here in the cold
When you were with me yesterday
Savoring my hot kisses
Delivering madly
I do not know why you think it's a sin
I do not know why I have to beg at your feet.
Love does not know the verb sin
Love is the fruit of absinthe
The tear of a star
Who cries while enjoying
The only verb that love knows
It is the conjugation of the perfect love
Where two bodies conjugate together
The verb to love



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The pain of the cloister

The pain of the cloister
 

I'm not afraid of death.
That is why this closure is alive
Suffocating the pain of love
Cloistered in bitterness
A parched body
It's just a twig without thorns
An abandoned spectrum
Wandering in the night alone
Like a deleted photo
In a picture frame
And what's left?
Beyond the loneliness of a boring ghost
Who lives enclosed in its enclosure
Contemplating thus
The memory of a love
That one day he loved in the light of the moon


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Lonely wait

Lonely wait


The sun, itinerant
It takes the planets to dance
Next to him
Already the moon, lonely, saddened
Dance alone
Waiting who knows someday
The comet smiles at her


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In daisy pollen

In daisy pollen
 

I look for you in the daisy pollen
In a vague instant of hallucination
But I can not find you in the forgotten dust.
Maybe I found you in the immensity
In my chest there is a breach, a wound
That it hurts and punishes my heart.
The only thing I have in this life
It is my hope transformed into illusion
Maybe I found you in violet pollen
Maybe I found, maybe I did not.
Who will doubt
That love is the greatest force of nature
Who is capable of saying that it is not?



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Messenger of the Violets

Messenger of the Violets
 

You are the messenger of the violets.
Of all the flowers the most beautiful
Your songs are like clarinets played by the angels.
In your face the smile of a princess
I do not know who else to ask
If I stop with this dream
Or I keep dreaming.
Maybe love is cruel to those who love
Maybe love do not wait
For whoever loves suffers and struggles
By simple privilege
Of being able to love


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It's me you seek in your songs

It's me you seek in your songs
 

Who am I? You ask me
Without even having passed before your eyes
Strange feeling in your chest burns
Like lava from a glowing volcano
Like the ridge of a mountain
On a sunny afternoon
Your emerald green eyes do not see me
But your heart feels me
I'm not a ghost or smoke
I'm not a prophet or a believer.
I'm just the man who loves you.
And the love here declaims
In these transparent verses



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Damn loves

Damn loves
 

Walking on the harbor pier
From a sad Porto Alegre
I see lost dreams on the horizon
And a longing that still insists
In sheltering this suffered heart
Of damn loves
They fly like seagulls
Blending in infinite blue
And they never come back again


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Silver light

Silver light
 

Your skin is burning with the touch of my hands
Like a burning firewood
Illuminating the darkness
The drawings of the shadows reveal
The silhouettes of two bodies loving each other
On a velvet floor and voluptuousness
The fire burning, burning
The sky covered in black
Frosting the spinal vertebrae
Take us back to visit the moon.
That covers us with silver and magic


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A kiss in the rain

A kiss in the rain
 

I saw you walk with the umbrella.
Where raindrops could not reach
You were so beautiful in the moonlight.
That even the rain could not get you wet
I was expecting a smile from you.
But where I was
It was raining
And you got scared
I did not want to get you wet
With a single kiss maybe
Seal your lips and then it would rain
Like rain drops love would be
Ah! How would it be?
Kiss your lips
Wet of life



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The navigator and the flower

The navigator and the flower
 

I sail the endless seas
Looking to find a love
Make me be happier.
Tearing off this pain
The perfume that comes to me
It is the aroma of the most beautiful flower
What I will find in these confines
Navigating the seas of love



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Black dress

Black dress


You were so beautiful in that black dress.
That night I slept on the pew
Daydreaming with chest pain
For the dagger that went through my doom
I waited for you all night.
And my pain was succumbed by waiting
When I woke up it was already day
The birds called the spring
Suddenly, I heard your laughter echoing in a luminous tunnel
I looked down and saw lying down
On the bank of the square a body
It was me dreaming there, while my ghost followed you
You thought I was sleeping.
But at that moment I would die
Delivering me into the arms of death
While my bloody hand a dog licked
I was spying on you right now.
And I was not afraid, by God! I was not afraid !!
The only thing I remember
It was your beauty
How beautiful you were
In that black dress



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In the silence of my tears

In the silence of my tears
 

I cry with the silence of my tears
Seeing you next to the moon lit
See you, love, lit up
Being caressed by the hands of the creator
Oh! Beautiful creature
My heart now fills with splendor
When contemplating the most beautiful flower
Ah! How I wanted to be with her.
Illuminated the light of the moon.



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Be with you

Be with you
 

Being with you is like
To be in infinite space
Watch the sky tear the stars
Dripping on a beautiful ocean
Being with you is like
Floating on top of clouds
See from far the horizon
Kissing the sun with gray kisses
It's like diving into white waves
Make the fountain smile
Being with you is like
To be wrapped in the veil of the moon illuminated
Feel the aurora touch
At dawn dawn
Being with you is simply
To be with God
Like a sanctuary that protects your saint
This is my love
Protected in my heart


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The most beautiful flower

The most beautiful flower
 

You are the most beautiful flower.
My Rose Bewitched
In your verses I see the moon
Sweetly lit
If you are so beautiful.
Why so sad your want?
Oh! My beloved princess
I have so much to tell you
You are the light of a lamp
Of true poems
You are the flame of a candle.
The fire of a brazier
In the silence of your words
I dip my sorrows
Ah! If I could
I would go back in time
Just to fill you with kisses
Of love and sonnets
I'm sure this love
In my chest to throb
It will take me who knows someday.
To meet her
To meet the most beautiful flower
Waiting for me on a beautiful sunset



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Naked moon

Naked moon
 

In a silver veil she covers herself
Staring at the starry sky
He caresses me with his cold haze
Awakening my heart in love
Sweetly she lies down
In gray and black clouds
And when she wakes up at dawn
Bare, warm, and blue
On a cold and icy moon
She watches me with tepid eyes.
Silent, and enlightened



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Navigator

Navigator
 

It's true that I studied in Sagres
And I sailed the seas to look for you
I navigated in bright oceans
From distant lands until you find
I found you in lost verses of
Unseen Sonnets of Love and Sea
It's true that I was with you.
In poems suffered to rest
Hidden in afflicted hearts
Of forgotten loves
Thirsty to love
It's true everything I feel
And although we have never seen each other
I'm sure
That my love for you
It's bigger than everything
Even greater than the sea
That covers the whole world



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Beyond the olive trees

Beyond the olive trees


Besides the olive trees I can feel you
Like a breeze that lies on the hills
By watching you from afar with sad eyes
I could see the longitude in which you hide
In this heart full of life
The one day to appear a vine
Because when you look at me
You will be mine
My bevoved
Besides the olive trees I can see you
Spying on me with eyes of Chimera
Like a blue sky that points green
Like a golden sun of spring
From far to me
Your eyes are like a convent
What I long, longing, and desire
One day stand before these eyes
And unravel the whole secret



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Yellow Suns

Yellow Suns
 

From me the rotting viscera were taken
Along with the wounds of a crazed world
Once poisoned by the kings of the provinces
And hurt by the tormented giants

There is no cure where real madness predominates
The madman can not scream when his mind overpowers him
Remains are leftovers, and what remains for insects?
Which by far come close to our hegemony

The unsustainable reason of a human being
That with your attachment, appeal, appreciation
It pays its price for its inevitable ignorance

That since childhood builds its castles
And draws yellow suns
Wishing one day to be happy



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The crazy fantasy of an imaginary fish

The crazy fantasy of an imaginary fish
 

She opens clayily, like an impetuous rose
That when opened burns more than a soft fire
As if from afar a door was opened for me
That I would enter even if it was by mistake

Making me dive into the clear water of your aquarium
I would then be an imaginary fish
Strolling through your corals, by which
I would lose myself in your mazes

Would I then be a happy fish to smile with his smiles
To penetrate the deep depths of your sea
I would stay inside you and smile until your smile fades

And love covers you with the sweet perfume of loving
Then I would die on your lips, after kissing your hot, moist mouth
And what of me would remain after this fantasy? Would I wake up?



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Strange shapes

Strange shapes
 

I see the figures passing before me
They are souls that have already died
And they think they're still people
Living their mean lives

Sad or contented
They are lonely ghosts
Wander through the vastness
From a life of sin and a life of forgiveness

The light they left no longer leads them
Now they live overwhelmed
Each one with its cross

Maybe I'm dead, too.
How are these sad people
And my memory only remembers who I am



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Posthumous notes

Posthumous notes


How many tears poured out of love?
She cried in a single day
Trying to get rid of that pain.
That made her suffer in agony

White roses were placed on the altar.
To adorn his love that lay there
And on each petal a tear trickled
Mourning along with her that symphony

Love goes with the petals of a rose
That shatters like a showy pane
Leaving your shards in sad hearts

That even with so much pain they insist
In continuing his journey
It is the force of love that makes every word worth


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Blindness of others

Blindness of others
 

A man makes his choices
Even without being chosen
As a body that is already dead
Without even having died

The road is wrong for some
And right for others
The sun shines only for some
And not for everyone

There is no equality in diversity
There is survival by existence itself
There is no blind man who can see

In the darkness of blindness itself
There is no hunger that can cease
The hunger of those who hunger for love



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My legacy

My legacy
 

My legacy will not be my debts
My legacy will not be my unfulfilled promises
My legacies will not be debris
From a bad life lived

What will these verses
If the liturgy of poets
Do not immortalize these lines?
Will it help if they are not read?

My legacy will come after my death.
My words will perpetuate in time
Immortalized in my sonnets

From me will be the memory
From a poet who loved and was loved
Immortalizing your verses in desolate hearts



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Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel
 

I'm a fallen angel who wanders in the dark
Flying low through the confines of a devastated land
Destroyed by the hands of ingratitude
Formerly by the Blessed Gods

Today my wings are so heavy
I can barely spread my wings
Tomorrow the demons will laugh at me.
When I approach my own end

Maybe there is no hope
Maybe I'll just wait.
Let my wings thaw

Making me fly again
Fly high up to glide on the horizon
And so follow gently constant


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Hera

Hera
 

It was in the heat of my arms
What did you learn to love.
Releasing you from all ties
Feeling free to fly

So what was your joy?
In unveiling your liturgy
That in your body went
Your feminine essence

Not in another age
I could have you, my beloved Hera
An unbuttoned rose

Illuminated in the spring
Your perfume still wears my skin
And your kisses still go by my senses



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Holy Mission

Holy Mission
 

How many tortures did the executioner's daughter perform?
And how many bodies burned at the stake?
When the tongue was cut and bled
And eyes were overwhelmed by blindness

How many women were raped?
The Guardians of the Holy Cross
Even if all the popes asked for forgiveness
Even if a thousand excuses were given

They would erase the blood stains from this cross.
How many bastard children
How Much Spilled Blood

Who would be to blame for this impious spread?
Those who pray on their knees for forgiveness
The virtuous of the holy inquisition?



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Visions of Dante

Visions of Dante


Small remains still remain in this desert
That burns my feet in their flames
How to get rid of this cruel hell?
That eats away my soul with its butterflies


In purgatory I lodged in the limbo of sinners
Carrying on my hands free sharp razors
Cutting my fingers on fisherman's lines
Fishing for rejected souls

I walked through walls and dungeons
Looking to meet you on the old road
But your smile was hidden

I did not find your smile
I found almost nothing
Not even your smile remained in paradise



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Bocage Verses

Bocage Verses
 

See how much courage
There are in these angry verses
Bocage Verses
Somewhat convinced

Bohemian verses that get lost
Without being found
Sonnets that transfer
The meaning of love

Love is like a verse
Even though  confessed
Let yourself go

To a place in the universe
Where only the lovers
Can enter



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Desire contained

Desire contained


The shield that you put before you
That hides your dark eyes
Maybe it's a way to get away
Of your deep feelings

What insists on your chest to exist
Leaving a day to be hidden
Like a tear that shines on its own
In the fall of a storm

So you will be
On mornings of homesickness
When nothing is left of me

And only there will be
A desire
A crazy desire to love



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Sonnet of time

Sonnet of time
 

I think of time that does not come back
The time that flies with electricity
Punishing Your Storms
Destroying temples and cities

The time that passes without being perceived
For mere mortals
They lay in the forgotten limbo
And if they go like leaves in the storms

Ah! Time! Perpetual enemy
What are you doing on my way?
If I could I walked alone.

Without stepping on your traps
Without arresting me in your prison
Time, what do you do in exactness?



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Third sin

Third sin


She flies without wings on top of me
Coming from the ashes, the red phoenix
It reborn and renews itself before it reaches the end
Get rid of the pains of other pains.

Leaving your pains on me
Smile and cry a contained tear
And smile happy, happy?
What awaits you in closing the curtains

When I'm not there?
Only my perfume will be engraved
On the wet silk sheet

And along with all that decadence and fury
Nothing will remain but the third sin
The desire lined with lust



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Sacrifice

Sacrifice
 

I kill one lion a day as a sacrifice
To survive in the fierce jungle
Time has no rush on the cliff
And the language does not stop being something

Pins are placed on the nails
So that the pain may be less
Way unhurried in the expression of limbo
Way alone, way alone

There is no way to go back or look back
The flowers of today will be thorns tomorrow
And not a tear of repentance shall fall

There will only be the extreme strength of a spirit
Playing your words in the big book
And it will be worth the sacrifice !! It will be?



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A new tomorrow

A new tomorrow
 

And another spring comes at the dawn of a new day
As a new promise that renews itself on the horizon
A promise clothed with joy
Spreading her perfumes and her flowers

That in the heart of each one can also be born
A bright, warm and hopeful sun
That in him love may bring
Making hope be constant

Renewing the seed of every being
What awaits a new dawn
On cold and sharp mornings

It is time to be reborn
And just like the flowers, flowering
And just like life, living


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In the mouths of wolves

In the mouths of wolves


Vultures wait to eat rotten meat
Dries in the heat of a hot sun
The same flesh that the wolves brought
At the spearhead of your teeth

The dead body by the fury of an arrow
That struck by hatred there lies on earth
Surrounded by curses and envy
By the cruelty of the bad promise-payers

Ah! Yes! The ignorant and evildoers of the forest
Living on the sovereignty of mediocrity
Different from bird poets

How bad it is to spread to the light when it leads us
Is it wrong to think and say, feel and love?
Maybe for the cowards, who only make them beg



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Imperfect

Imperfect
 

My heart on my chest is crashing.
As a sun shines in the darkness
Enlighten the desires of my being
Fantasizing dreams in illusion

One day being loved by someone
So that you can share this passion
A moment of a wandering light
Or maybe a lifetime

Divide the supper of love
What if there is pain in the way
There will be no regret

For who does not want to feel this feeling?
Live even for a single moment
Love, however imperfect it may be



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The stones of tomorrow

The stones of tomorrow
 

I do not judge people by their appearances
As beautiful as they are
Not even by their intellects
However limited they are

I reckon yes for the lack of conduct
For the lack of respect, and their insults
I judge by the lack of character
Of common sense, of humility

Those who throw their stones
One day they will have them back
And they will still feel offended

And for what reason?
If not for lack of light in their spirits
What many today have for the lack of balance



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Worse than to love is to suffer

Worse than to love is to suffer
 

Of course, to love is to suffer
For love fashions dreams.
Of all good will
Disturbing with his astonishment

The sweet torture of living
Loving or being loved
Finding or being found
Love is the foundation that sustains the being.

Perfect or imperfect
Innocent or guilty
It is the love that makes life worth

To love, above all else
You need to know
Worse than to love is suffering



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Cry and love

Cry and love
 

I do not bring good news.
To this chest in love
Who cries for love?
Wanting to be loved

Maybe if I did not cry
Love found
Lost in some chest
Where life reborn

What an illusion to cry for love
Without even having found it
Love is not sought in tears

From an already injured heart
Love is made to love
To love and to be loved



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The great feat

The great feat


As I write this sonnet
A star is born in infinity
No matter how perfect
Or how beautiful it is

The sonnet is done right now
Turning seconds into time
Where everything happens instantly
Words that are important

Throw to the despair of the mind
Illuminating the heavens of certainty
Like falling stars

Showing that beyond the limpid beauty
Hides the Truth
A velvety truth of prowess



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A trip

A trip
 

I traveled in your eyes on a vacant night
Where brightly the light of your eyes showed
Love in them smiled brightly
I do not know why I missed that glorious moment

Today I realize that that trip
Could be the biggest trip of my feeling
Travel in the depths of your eyes
Until I get to your heart

I could hear the voice of silence
Hidden in the horizon of words
Maybe I heard the voice of reason

I would travel end in your body
And in your labyrinths I would lose myself
Ah! How would it be? Travel in the arms of that passion



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Love browser

Love browser
 

This love in my chest is gone.
Like a tear that plunges into the abyss
An old boat thrown into the sea
Lost and homeless

Surfing in lonely waves
Back in storms and typhoons
Carrying your crumpled carcass
Destroyed by fierce hearts

Hearts that hurt unintentionally
Or maybe want to not suffer
Only fragile hearts to defend themselves

Of my love, navigator, without direction, without landing
It is always drifting, in the waves of life
In search of some safe harbor


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Epicenter

Epicenter
 

Two mountains stand before me
And with my hands I caress its peaks
Slowly the volcano becomes warmer
Fondling me with your lavas escumes

From its epicenter the magma glowed
Causing earthquakes and tremors
Feeling senses that have not yet been felt
Feelings of desires and loves

It is in the frenzy of the hands that the bodies dance
As if they were in a garden covered with magmas
Where lava mixes with perfume and burning

Of two bodies that love each other
And love there declaim
From a book without words


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Temperance

Temperance
 

Women with their temperance
They have taken away the wormwood from my throat
When you cherished me in the bitter hours
Trying to refer me to hope

Small castles crumbled in the sand
Driven by the waves of a treacherous sea
There were still dreams to be dreamed
There were still sweet moments to be lived

That I might have had over a lifetime
Even with debris and wounds
I would live every moment

Like a bird that flies to the horizon
It would reach the firmament
Even knowing that the horizon has no end



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Divine gift

Divine gift
 

So beautiful and so far from me
From a distance I see your luminous eyes
To look lonely for me
What light shines from your gaze?

Is this our cross?
Loving each other in the distance without even kissing
Ah! How would it be if the sun could touch the sea
With kisses of fire and light

Love will finally do in our souls
And the vine of life would bear fruit
Like a wine our love would be

And the glory would exalt itself in his altar
With its golden light we would illuminate
With the divine gift of loving


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The new sentence

The new sentence
 

She sneaks in with her veil of death
Cruelly condemning his wicked armor
Condemning new patients from south to north
The new black plague cradles their dead in their torture

Is this the new Spanish flu?
There is no vaccine, there is no cure, maybe no luck.
Are we all condemned to death?
By the very hands of the man who thinks himself so strong

Is waiting to see, and maybe so believe
May healing come on the wings of an angel
Or maybe in the hands of some optimist

Who can overcome the furious force of nature
And to know that it was the pig, yes! The pig!
That we have been condemned to this sentence


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The last monologue

The last monologue
 

My days pass slowly like serene waves
And no curtain opens before me
I feel my body caught in a chain covered with rings
I see my beginning coming near the end

A monologue staging his last act
Holding his skull with blood-soaked hands
Reading your poem to the empty theater chairs
Dropping one last tear hiding the shame

Not a breath could heal such a wound
What is the use of words?
Of a piece that will never be read

Will the poor artist die with his art?
Maybe someday someone will find out
And thus acknowledged, he shall no more die



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Restlessness

Restlessness
 

Are just two steps to paradise
If you walk up to my arms
I promise you, I will give you shelter
Even though you are tied to these ties

I promise to always be with you
How good it would be if you were mine.
And I doubt anyone would dare
Taking you away from me would be like a punishment.

What would the sea without the sky look like?
And the stars without the firmament?
What would a flowerless garden look like?

And the rain without the wind?
It would be like a lonely love
A restless sobbing, mourning within your chest


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Illusionist

Illusionist
 

In my hands magic lies hidden
No set of mirrors and top hats
I can make the day darker.
And turn one day into one hour

By cutting you in half
I can re-live it
But the pain you feel
You can not count it

For in thee will I cast my knives
Leaving your scars exposed
So that everyone can see your smile in the closing of the curtains

In my great act, I will make you float
Lightly as ash flakes
I'm not a magician or a wizard, just an illusionist


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Creation lines

Creation lines
 

Tesla eyes see the electricity
In the Pillars of Creation
Nebulae that expand with ease
In the confines of darkness

Where a small dwarf shines brightly
Dancing with comets and supernovas
That appear as diamonds in the expansion
And the Galileans will smile with their telescopes

As the creator's hands open
Leaving more spaces in the immensity
The Newtons formulate, while the Einsteins calculate

The mysterious formula of creation
What is this formula that you are looking for?
If it is already engraved on the lines of our hand



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For those who thought me dead

For those who thought me dead
 

I die a little every day
Not knowing what I'm dying for
I feel the pains of the wounds
And the warm blood dripping

What is a rotting body?
Even though I'm alive in the gaps of time?
In the tired heart the scars
Of unhappy loves and vices

If I am dead, then of me so little remains
For those who killed me
They die every day in their anguish

And your cold tears will not spare your cold
I die, but they die with me too.
Deeply rotten in your sorrows


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Your pain

Your pain
 

From your mouth I hear nothing else
In addition to the silence that lodged in her
Do not pass on another word
Not even the epitaphs that entered it

When the singularity in your voice was existing
And the embrace of your arms was sincere
What comes out of your mouth now?
And what do your arms embrace in despair?

All I hear is this silence.
Suffocating the beats of your chest
Is the pain that makes you so, so sad?

The pain that you earned for not loving me anymore
And how do you know that there will be no end?
If my love is all there is in you



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Great greatness

Great greatness
 

Oh! Greatness, in my eyes to cry
Lick my sorrow with tears of blood.
Until my heart stops yelling at you
Absurdly your name, in the dark bowels

You destroyed my virtues for the sake of someone else.
I who gave you all the sensations that a woman can have
You judge me with your mask of insults
Defaming and destroying the image of my being

I gave you a deep love covered with lusts
I made your fantasies, I satisfied all your pleasure
Tell me? What more could you want?

My hopes were fulfilled together with your contempt
If this is my price for loving you too much
Then I will pay, who knows, may I return to peace


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Sonnet to women

Sonnet to women
 

May all women be happy
For giving life to my existence
May all women be loved
As goddesses, queens, empresses

That all women are carried out
May love be made as a gift
May their scars be taken from their souls
From the heart of every badly loved woman

May love be made as a gift
Giving birth to the life of all women
Cheriting your needy hearts

May all roses join their petals
On a single altar leave your sorrows and promises
On the altar of my heart, love is what remains



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Storm

Storm
 

Time punishes me in its paradoxical desert
Making me look at your sad eyes
Reflected in the lightnings of an infernal storm
From afar I see the rain take your dreams

I try to be silent, to appear normal
It's hard to accept defeat from unmatched punishment
But the cry that inhabits my chest releases my fears
Make me hear your appeals and feel your pains

That overwhelmingly dominates you
Like a knife, a spear, a shrill dagger
That pierces the soul painfully

I need to get rid of these moorings urgently.
To be able to save her from all this anguish, from all this evil
And to know that it was my hands that threw this dagger



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Radiant light

Radiant light
 

There's a glow reflected in your radiant eyes.
That the sky of thy face shines as diamonds
Such a beautiful and illuminated frame
That even if it united all the roses

They would not have your same beauty.
And your tears shed like falling stars
What submerge suffered from your needy heart
Even they, no matter how hard they tried, would overshadow your beauty.

I admire you as a poet who admires the work of an artist
A perfect picture painted by the hands of infinity
A light, that only God with his smile could give life

Because only you, my sweet beloved, my dear
With all this beauty reflected in you
It gives meaning to love, the word among all, the most beautiful



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The dagger of the time

The dagger of the time


The forest that leads to your dawn is narrow.
As much as I immerse myself in this deep love
It would be impossible to make you cry now.
Maybe I should follow this course

Who knows, after so much waiting, so much struggle
Love strengthens itself as the foundation of the past.
Or even with a sweetly ripe fruit
Loving you now is dangerous, is what my instinct says

I will not deny this love, I will not deny what I feel
But maybe waiting is an act of bravery
Since I can not kiss your lips right now

I will accommodate this feeling inside my chest
Maybe so, quietly quiet, very well kept
Get to know how long to wait for the time



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The lady of the night

The lady of the night
 

It's you, the beautiful lady ?
Who visits me in my forbidden dreams
Riding with the night haze
Making me lose my senses

You fill me with bitterness.
For not letting me touch your naked skin.
Screaming like harpies in my ears
You are the witch that makes me lose my senses.

There is in me a permanent electricity
Running Through My Body
Seeing your smile so innocent

It tears me, it kills me, it hurts me, it sets me on fire
It's you, the lady of the night?
That inside my heart wanders



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Vampire

Vampire
 

I die with poison from your mouth
Poisoning my broken heart
There is in this chest a mad will
To bleed on those poisoned lips

Into such a heart-pounding bite
In which painfully the blood fills
The red floor of your room
If I shed my blood sweetly in your mouth

It will not only be my escape
For love in me is not torture.
And yes indeed an adventure

Ah! How would it be? Ah! My God, what would it be like?
Dying in your vampire mouth
Drowsy love on your waist



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The hummingbird and the rose

The hummingbird and the rose
 

She leaned over to the bed, the beautiful naked rose
An immeasurable name in her tongue pronounced
Wrapped in red silk impregnated with lust
She was ecstatic, full, and naked.

I have filled my passion with rapture
Clashing in a furious fury
Slowly I lost the senses, the few I died
As a bird my wings opened

Kissing your lips of rose
Delight me in that garden of delights
Cultivating in her thorns of flowers

His lips kissed me covered with malice
In her beautiful body, sighs and burning
She gave herself fully to that bed of loves



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Perfect twin souls

Perfect twin souls


I love you so much, that to describe this feeling
I can translate the most beautiful word that exists
Just to be recorded for a single moment
Into your heart like an immortal poem

And what word would be more beautiful than the word of the angels?
For I tell you, my love, there is no more beautiful word
See all that's left over this time that we're apart
When we mark our destinations in a single meeting

We are one of the other, this is a fait accompli
And even if we had not met in this time
In another world, in another life, we would have our meeting

We are two souls who meet eternally
We are two stars that dance around the sun, infinitely
Difficult is when I do not find you, and when I meet you, I do not see you



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The song of our love

The song of our love


If I were in this moment somewhere in the past, contained in the timelines, I would find you, my love.
And what would be more surprising and interesting is that you would be illuminated the stage of a beautiful theater, decorated with music and art, where you would be the most beautiful and illuminated.
Love would be immortalized by your unique and sublime music, and I, a passionate poet, would be standing there, astonished by your perfection, and by your light.
I would write you in verses in the poetry of my heart, and by closing the curtains, after our passionate kiss, I would run to your arms, to hear forever the song of our love.

Maybe I'll find you somewhere in this past that now invades my thinking.
When I saw your face softly pink, clear as the moon, and read your name perfectly aligned, I felt an increase of myself, as if opening a window, which for a long time did not open.
Who is able to understand love, when it inhabits us here, like a bird that is about to fly?
Perhaps a single look throughout this moment will perpetuate
Maybe a kiss on your hands could make this moment last forever.
Like a beautiful song played in the stars
Perhaps one day the time will come to surrender to this meeting, then we will know in fact, that nothing can be greater than love.
When the hands of God rules this beautiful spectacle


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Fury

Fury
 

In your eyes I see the fury
The passionate fury of loving
A greater love than life itself
I could call you Goddess, but I'd rather call you an Amazon
Where the dominion of love is dominated by your gaze
Look of fury, passion of fire
Where your heart burns infinitely
Where your tears can not stand the passionate cry.
You are a warrior woman, a passion that flares like a volcano.
A single cry that explodes inside your chest
Burning your red heart
You are beautiful, not illusion.
You are shelter in the cold days, you are light in the darkness
You are the brio of all courage, you are blood and also the bloodline
You are the love that exists in the truest truth.
I'm just a poet
A poet who dreams
In the reality of the fury of your eyes


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The flowers in your hands

The flowers in your hands


No one can see you
No one can feel you as I feel
No one can feel the touch of your hands, because now there is only the rain between us
No one can take you away from me, for my love is strong and deep.
Even if they blind my eyes, I can see you
Even if they silence my ears, I will hear your voice, for I know that God has sent me an angel, and even without wings we will fly together in heaven.
See those flowers that are born, my love, each of them keeps a secret, and in the petals of each one is written your name.
Hear the wind that sighs for you, in every breath my heart rises along with the lost and forgotten leaves of love
Now feel my love, and see that I am the flowers that are in your hands
See that I am the wind that sighs in your body.
See that I am the man waiting for you, with the hope of one day to be in your arms


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Desire

Desire
 

I can make my thoughts fly away and come to you.
I can look into your eyes and see the reflection of the stars until dawn.
I can hold your hands and kiss them, just as the rain kisses the petals of passionate roses.
I can hold you in a forbidden embrace, indecent, but strong and engaging.
I can feel the scent of your hair and awaken my desire in the form of poetry
I may want to take the honey from your mouth and feel your sweetest kiss, just as the bee felt the taste of the flower of desire.
I may want to lose myself in your body and never be found again.
 That's how I feel, like a passionate hummingbird, and because you're not here, I cry along with my tears, my ocean portion.
 


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Poem for a goddess of Samothrace

Poem for a goddess of Samothrace


Fall on me, the zenith of twilight
As a fervent desire
In latent, translucent rhythm
Hover in the air like a soft mist
Lifting Me Softly
To the moon veil


Get me in small steps
Like a flame that reveals itself
Burning slowly
Turning on the candle light
How illuminated
I smiled radiantly through a window


Come with your lyrical voice
Enchant my ears
Make my senses feel
Oh! Sensitive Goddess
Of all Aegean goddesses
You are the most beautiful.


I want you on low heat
Like a glowing coal
It hangs in the air with gentle lightness
I wish you infinitely
Oh! Beauty queen
My eyes stare at you, illuminated with clarity



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Beyond the timelines

Beyond the timelines


In the twelfth century, in the Crusades, a young knight, tired of his intense battles and long walks around the world, declared in simple words his love for her, which had awakened in him the most voracious and pure desire.

There will come a day when I will sink in your eyes and never rise above the surface.
There will come a day when I will feel with the touch of my lips the sweet and delicious taste of your mouth.
There will come a day when I will discover your body, and I will cause the fire that is in me to burn delicately your innermost.I will touch you as if you were a gift from God, and I will do it with so much love that no other has ever done, and never will.There will come a day when you will be in my arms, I will caress you as if you were the most beautiful and delicate flower, and I will cause all your sorrows and your fears to be forgotten with a simple and warm kiss.
I will protect you from your shadows and cast out your demons, so that you can be free, and that together we fly in Paradise.
The passion that burns in my breast, it thunders my soul, and awakens in me, the eternal fire this love.
Behind this strong and mysterious image of woman lies the most sensitive and fragile girl I will one day protect.
My desire can not be sin, for in many battles many glories I have conquered.
My love can not be sin, for I have sought you, my beloved, in all the lives that I have had.
No one can condemn my passion, for only you my beloved, after a long time, touched so lightly my heart.I look forward to this day, I am already tired of these mediocre and unreasonable fighting.
I do not fight for my glory, but for my instinct.
Until then, when all the battles are over, I will go to you, and wherever you are, I will find you, my love.


To my immortal beloved


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Dead flowers of a dark garden

Dead flowers of a dark garden


Does my dark garden sow flowers of evil?
This is the question that I ask
Always when I come to pick the dead flowers
From this dark garden
The dead flowers have no perfume
It has no color, no light
Only one parched stem
But how can flowers of evil be?
If there are no thorns

Even dead
I will take care of this garden
Maybe one day it will bloom again.
Who knows, next spring



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Black Sun

Black Sun


I stared at the horizon
Where a black sun woke up
In my memory came the remembrance
From the times of yore
Where the light existed
Full of glory

I remembered the birds that crossed the skies
Strolling in fullness, hovering like cottons
In the light of the clouds

I remembered the sea that bathed the beaches with its mantle
Kissing with Silver Foams
Salt waters of hope

What about the trees?
They adorned the forests and fields
And now what remains? In addition to embers and scattered ashes

I remembered people
Humans before had skin and hair
Nor were they as sad as today.

Melancholy hits me
And from my face a tear falls to despair
My eyeless eyes quiver in silence.

Seeing from afar, the omnipotent star
That before was king
And now it's just, a star without light



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The Gothic

The Gothic


I am the poet of darkness
which sows in cold gardens
dead flowers
with the pale hands

I am the dark being
watching the night
with the look of vampire
seeking to find beauty
that hides in every shadow

My eyes painted black
they see what can not
to be seen
by the mortal eyes

I am the night haze
the ear of
Gargoyles
in the cathedrals

I wander in the dark skies
where the eyes of the
crows shine
in the magical twilight

In the dark
i see the light
that few still
produces
and in the land where the beings
of the day
crawl
I fly gently with
my wings
black angel

My solitude
devours the hours
waiting for the day to end
until it falls on me
the cloak of the night
where I dream awake
without waking

My written verses
with blood
they glide like a tepid rain
in abandoned buildings
where I leave the lament of a world
sick
recorded

Diseases left by beings
of the day
that destroy the world
with his raging wrath
Who are the strangers?
Or were they the crazy ones?

Leave me alone with my sadness.
All I have to do is cry.
Anyway, somebody needs to cry.
so let it be me
the being of darkness
the Nosferatu

Let me light my fire.
in the land of dead souls
I want to lie down on the cold stone
left by beings
from another time

Let me sing
in the dark bowels
"Close to me"
the world is sick
maybe there's no cure
someone needs to cry
so let me cry
Because I am
the being of the dark night



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The fly and the shroud

The fly and the shroud


In pure marble she lay down softly
putting his pale hands between the shroud
it made a radiant lush glow around the rose
luminous and delicate, which hidden, shone brighter
that the light under the embroidered lace
silence came to meet the fly
which surrounded her all the time and in that intense and clear light
floated, but slowly faded
when it disappears entirely, the radiant glow there
he said good-bye, and the fly with the dazzled vision,
underneath the embroidered lace, landing on the rose unbuttoned
desperate, tried to find that light, which had suddenly dispersed
convinced that she had lost her, she began to cry
dropping a checkered tear and in the posthumous symphony announced there, the little fly then smiled, seeing the flames of the rows of sails
and thus, lying to the perfume of the beautiful rose
both fell asleep.


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Brightness

Brightness


I plunged my eyes into an intense darkness, and the depth of such darkness, froze my heart, making my eyes weigh, and in spite of all those sorrows, I continued to plunge into that dark and deep lake, which gradually narrowed, and as my body passed through the gelatinous algae, clean hands were cleaning me, taking thick crusts from me, at that moment, I felt a lightness, which I had not felt for a long time, and as if by enchantment, my eyes opened in that darkness, I sighed, seeing the clear light that came to me, and drops of salt sprouted out of my eyes, as I felt myself drained of my loneliness, I then held to the glow of the strong light, which gently led me, presenting me to an interesting state, and upon leaving it obscurity, I could see the light that shone in that intense light, it was your smile, that after so long, had returned to smile, in the light.



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Written on crooked lines

Written on crooked lines


The words that come to these lines
are formed by the force of an intellect
that by expressing the truth contained in them
will remain alive, even written in crooked lines
like a deleted photo
or a dead landscape
There is always a memory
a feeling that becomes latent
even worn on the timelines
There are no limits to expressive strength
even if written on broken lines
Maybe silence will silence death.
Maybe crying silences the thunder
But the feeling transformed into words
will survive, reaching a continuous apex
just as love is for poets
and a tear, to a broken heart


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Night

Night


Fall the endless night, starry black cloak
without haste, what despises, innocuous and cold place
The shadow behind death is made alive in the dark land, and the eyes, what do they see?
Beyond bloody darkness, violent storms, heavy nightmares, and how to move on?
Blind the endless sky? Looking for the bright stars? And how to follow? If the burden accuses the hunchback of the imperfect.
Come night, the coldest wind blows, darkens and gels the one that is gone, and if nothing remains, it darkens even more, without hurry, what despises, without light, what does not produce, sereneis slowly, wander around the crossroads, lookout with your nocturnal eyes, the dawn.
It follows night, the darkness, with the feet of a flaming horse, of a constant blue fire.
Late at night, with dead leaves on the ground, galloping by the wind, it raises them at dusk
Follow the indelible glow, follow the indomitable instinct, carry in your eagerness, the soul of the desolate, at night, follow the navy blue, dazzle with your black eyes, the diamonds studded, of a starry sky, but incomplete, and who know you can, complete the darkness?
Come black night, rip the time unhurried, feed the hungry, suggest your phases to the disaffected, who cry for darkness with soaked eyes, come to wish, as soon as the sun sets, after kissing the sea, come night, make the heart bring up the absolute silence, make the earth your mourning, make suspend the night air, involuntarily throw in the abyss, sick hearts
Be dark night, like wings of a black angel, tearing the skies like a furious sword
Steel, stone and fire, console the soul of the restless
Night of infinite blue, transcends the amber of bare bodies, crawl between the bowels of all the hot and trembling flesh, throw your hooks beyond the darkness, make blind the sight without losing reason
Burn the black night, the soul of vigilantes, constant dreamers, impregnated with passion
Be your night, the arrow thrown by the bow, before you leave, make the sun, shadow, dawning dawn, sow with your tentacles, in a soft land, the cry of yesteryear
Go to night, hallucinate the hallucinations, distill your poison in the blood of the poor, be mortal for those who do not care, judge the guilty, make wait, who hurries, extinguishes the light of the enlightened ones
Dive into the night, like a gentle rain, which cuts through the streets like ice sheets, feeding the amphibians, freezing the cocoons of the sick
Night tosses through every corner, savoring the perverse notes, shows the night language to dead souls, teaches them to dream, without sleep
Sing night, the song forbidden in the ear of the deaf, make the dumb sing, and the blind, make them dance on your floor, the dance of the moons
Visit tonight, tormented souls, punished by loneliness, extend to them, your hand, fall over time like a velvet curtain, with your dark scenarios and your enchanted masks
Sigh at night, a soft mist, suspending in the air a citric aroma, cradling in your cradle the lovers, enamored by your black air
Crawl night, where the light becomes reminiscent, drop your falling stars, like bright tears, kissing your needy face
See night, the feverish gaze of the destitute, who roam the streets, drunken, sad shattered dreams, unfinished monologues, give them hope, to be adopted
Run through the trees and bushes, refresh the souls of the wolves, feed the vampires, awaken the conscience of the foolish, be it night, the thread on the razor of the guilty, cut off their faces, show the truth beyond the starry sky, be black night, but be not silent to the wicked
Make night, sleep the devils, see your silver knight, with gold weapons and sacred mantle, make the rosewas awaken, tear the roofs
Go to night, feed the hungry dragon, keep going dark, growing, beyond infinity .



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Medusa

Medusa


I could not bear such pain
That in my chest agonized
Hitting me like a thorn
From an unbuttoned rose
No!!!
I do not want to belong to the sap of death
My thought is set free.
Seeking to find glory
And even though my eyes
Look at blood-soaked images
I will not blind my eyes
I will go forward
Not infamous !!!
Do not judge me
If you are blind, deaf and dumb
Leave me with my madness
For when MEDUSA petrify your heart
I will be in the arms of Chimera
In the rest of the hours
Sowing the spring ...



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Red Fox

Red Fox


The fox looks attentively
Wishing for what does not belong to her
The fox smiles without showing his teeth
Like a vampire looking in the mirror
Admiring your beautiful red cape
The fox is meticulous
Treacherous, trappable, greedy
Like a snake crawling on the sand
Silently
Hiding Your Poison
The fox dances and smiles
While looking in the mirror
So cold and so dry
Like a spoiled orange
Like an empty house

Who do you really love, fox?
Who will be able to love you?
Your elephants are bigger than your room
Why do you want more then?
Your memories are not enough for you
It's like being in the rainbow and not seeing the colors
It is like seeing the sea and can not run on the beach
You'd even be able to run, but with your free legs
What is in your heart, fox?
Beyond your ego
Wickedness is a gift to those who will never be able to be good
Is that how you think fox?
Is this your secret?
Can you look at yourself in this mirror?
This is how I see you fox

Then he said to the fox:
The cane will always be a cane, just like a hat will always be a hat
Blood sucks is only satisfied when it sucks all the blood that is not yours.
The parasite will always be a parasite, and whenever it finds its tail, will try to devour.
Whoever lives the illusion of a life that is not his, will never be able to live his own life.

I saw you fox



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The waltz of roses

The waltz of roses


Remember when we danced in the moonlight, my love?
And the roses shone in the garden of petunias.
There our bodies surrounded, sliding to the sound of the violins
That raised us to the city of the light, in the light of blue


We danced to the sound of the Danube, followed by another waltz
And one more, that was done, without thinking about the time, but what time?
If the time did not exist, it was just the two of us.
Dancing in the moonlight


Even on cold nights, but how cold?
If the heat warmed us
In each dance, there was
A magic step


And in the masked balls? Remember?
Always a gentleman stole you from my arms.
And even far away, our eyes
They extended in the same vertex that united us


We were from each other, my love
What a lovely company
Have her by my side, like this
Every day


Now a cold agony
In my chest it sharpens
By reminding me of these moments
Oh, how sad! In my heart it is sheltered.


Since you left
I live this storm
Pain punishes me in infinite sentence
Why, my love, did you leave me?


My thoughts travel, trying to find
The substance that has escaped from your body,
I see your smile on every star, but I can not reach you.
Why, my love, did you leave me?


Sometimes I can see you, dancing in the veil of the night.
Illuminated, smiles at me, smiles, but says nothing
And when you reach yourself in despair, you disappear
Like fog, scattering in full


Oh! Illuminated Spirit
Why do not you take me with you?
I want to be by your side
Dancing forever in the enchanted moonlight


Today one more day, I dream awake
And looking at the dead petunias in the garden
I remember how happy we were.
Also today, once again, I come to change the roses of your grave


And when I feel your cold headstone on my feet
One more tear came up in my suffered face.
I tell you, my love, as I always say
Today the petunias are dead, but the roses will dance, illuminated by your smile.



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The endless night witch

The endless night witch


I once saw her in the park
She was dancing with the trees.
And drinking drops of dew in a goblet of carmine
A harmonious light exuded from his golden radiance
Her black hair shone in the moonlight.
And her turquoise eyes had the same hue
From the sky, which covered her like an exuberant bluish veil
A lilac dress molded her wonderful body
She was barefoot, with only one ankle in her left leg
Where a black cat brushed sinuously as she danced
Her hands were tattooed with a reindeer, and on her neck
There was a silver pentagram
Hypnotise me with the beauty of the queen
Which seemed to have come out of the depths of nature
I approached in a few steps
And to my surprise
She had noticed me
I plunged into that look
As if plunging into the depths of a shining sea
From my ears, I heard bells and screams
And from the skies fell drops of diamonds
I was steeped in her spell
All around me were frozen
The time had stopped as if by charm
And only the trees danced with the wind
She was walking toward me.
Floating in the air, holding a golden scepter in one hand
I looked at the cat, which was no longer cat
He was a dark, skeletal, morbid, hooded being.
I looked to the side where beasts, half human, half bugs
They fornicated in the grass, where an orgy began
Suddenly I heard the sound of a clarion
And when I looked toward the source
I saw three seraphs courting a nymph
She danced naked in an orchid garden
I was totally amazed by that spell
That seemed to have raised me to paradise
Then a tremor took place in my vertebrae
When I saw her in front of my eyes
Suddenly I tore her dress as the vinegar dripped into her mouth
We lie down and love each other
We love each other until the moon presents the sky with its luminous face
It was a Friday, 13
In the month of October, a leap year
To this day I feel her perfume adorning the pores of my skin
And your carmine kisses still throb in my lips.
To this day I remember her smile, smiling at me.
I dream every day to meet her again.
That witch goddess
The endless night witch ...



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"My spirit and my heart are free" 💙

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