Even after existenceI too had a love, it was big, perhaps as much as it is today my pain. I also felt the charm of a scented mouth.
I can’t see you sad, because it kills me ... the essence that was the light of my soul.
Your face full of sorrow ... my sweet love ... Today I missed that nothing that was between you and me, subtle and quiet.
It hurts so much those tears that you pour out... it fills my heart with anguish ... and trying to smile, even with closed eyes, I see you perfectly.
I suffer the unimaginable if you are sad ... and it just seems natural to have your lips against mine, against my face and throat.
I do not want that doubt makes you cry. The notes of the violins impose their pace, our pace, the rhythm of your heart.
We have sworn to love us until death, and if the dead love, after death we can love us even more.
Oh ... Women that walk in front of me and never dedicate their glances at me ... So close to my eyes, so far away from my life...
And she, the special one, always smiling, l
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.If an angel hears me9 months ago in Free Verse
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Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
Woman or GirlMy heart of his deep slumber will awaken ... And maybe instead of heart I will have an unfeeling gravestone of dead...Woman or Girl7 months ago in Free Verse
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I do not know if her hate or my love made her to look like a sweet girl in my eyes...
Or perhaps I should not say girl, but quite a woman ... because in you there is no innocence, and your absence leaves me in doubt and emptiness, and I, however, woman, I leave the whole soul ... something that only makes me feel a muse like you.
I don't miss you wanted to provoke me, nor miss you managed to submit myself: because you were able to love me, but you are unable to understand me.
To be honest with you my friends, I think I almost understood what heaven was...
No need to look at my other poems, should not look at the story of my life to know the answer to the question that some of you have asked me: What is your definition of poetry? Easy... poetry... is you!
How sad is that ... Don’t you think? of course ... how sad I am without you ...
What does a world mean without
The SacramentNo longer responds to my messages, nor my calls...The Sacrament9 months ago in Free Verse
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Every day hanging by a thread is my hope...
I never believe to lose my heart this way for someone else…
Now I wonder why suddenly she no longer wanted me. Why my life went empty. Why nobody answer my questions...
Nothing left without her...
Live without living in me and the hope for life is so high, that I die, because I do not die...
One day I dreamed a love like no one could ever dream it, some love it was all life, all poetry.
And the winter passed and did not come, and the spring also passed, and neither came.
I'll stop calling the Moon by your name. Maybe knows, that I died in your mouth.
You have killed more than ten times and I have been reborn in other: your eyes.
Happy images of the woman fill my confused mind.
My heart lets himself go, and for the first time is quiet. And I smile at the naive girl.
About the beauty of the night, the immortality of the spirit, the stupid of the diurnal world, the black magic, his desire
PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...Pretending10 months ago in Free Verse
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You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…
You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...
You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...
I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...
Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...
You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?
No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.
If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.
The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.
Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.
I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.
Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
Solitary ManHe, of laminated paper; she, full of lucid emotions, finally clearer and sincere.Solitary Man11 months ago in Free Verse
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But among them stands a figure that breaks the protocol.
He enters her thoughts and sullies his privacy to find out that she is dominated by an authentic passion for life, which flows in the veins mixed with blood, giving strength to his artistic soul.
He has no specific age. It comes from the kingdom where nobody dies.
Sometimes feel that he is dying alive, and his only hope is the death.
He calls the living dead his friends, and calls the living, his executioners.
How many times when laugh also cries... His soul cries when her face laughs.
You are always, when I close my eyes, when I open the window, you are the image in the palm of my hands, what people see in my eyes.
You are what you are not with anyone, literary night, pulsation of death, ridiculous promise and love.
She: A black line extends her eyes ... Blurs the gray pencil, trying to make them even more beautiful. White teeth taste like mint. A