With crimson lipstick
the wise Sun kisses the leaves
these reach the azure.
Because love is...Your skin is the canvas and you eyes are the stars
in this milky night where the moonlight reflects your smile
with frozen breath and pencils at hand here I lie
beholding your bare figure and every single golden hair strand.
Because love is inhibition.
My brush and the ink become one
resembling the love act we perform without any illumination but the fireflies glow
moans and cries fusing with the cicadas call, composing a novel nocturnal chant
likewise, the brush dexterously scraps away the delicate canvas, in a rough yet tender manner.
Because love is delight.
This art session is reaching its end
similar to our existences which someday may disappear as well
vanish into nothingness ----
Because love is eternity.
Looking up at the result
I can see nothing but a scribble; I have finally resolved this riddle!
extending your hand there you are
gazing at you, I finally realize.
Because love is understanding.
True Beauty cannot be depicted this way alone
Because love is partnership.
Thrilling journeyAwoke up with the taste of the deep anxiety in her throat.
Decided to finish this unworthy life
this human being approaches towards a lonely land
not wanting people around her.
She does not care about not locking up the door
she does not care about burglars
she does not care about the neigboors making a fuss of it.
She just runs. Far, far away from her present
as if for running her problems would vanish.
The life of this woman has been full of lies
tears were damping the sterile ground
she's uncertain about what awaits her in the future.
Fate is a shared cicle
You cannot interfere with it
if you attempt to, people's fate around you will change as well.
For every action there is a reaction and in turn, another reaction.
Suddenly, forests turn into a long shelter
her trembling legs and purple lips.
The sound of the crushed dry leafs
and the whisper of her breathing
sounds which are being recorded as her last memories.
She has not been sleeping for days
thou her body is showing
TsukihimeDe nuevo teñido de rojo
el salón de clases donde prometimos volvernos a ver
esa tarde no lloré...
estos hermosos recuerdos quería proteger.
Volver a gastar nuestro tiempo
haciendo cosas ínutiles
solamente una vez más
de nuevo nuestras miradas se encontrarán.
Memories that came along with the night
feelings which are felt over and over again
nonetheless, such things do not represent anything to me anymore
empty is my body and my mind as well.
Unwanted habits which never end
old faces that never fade
therefore, still having the grace of life, it is nothing worth to celebrate
I am not living, I am passing out.
Hatred growing inside me
heart bearing the darkness
despite being a human...
I am not as beautiful as one of them.
This is not nihilism
that is for people who threw away their emotions
a person that cannot feel being alive is not at fault
nor any one's burden, it is just emptiness.
I am like the sun
watching everyone living
I am like the moon
watching everyone dreaming.
Landing my sight through the sky
contemplating the starry overview
counting my days as stars
I do not see something new.
Nobody understands me
nor I hope for one to do
all I had to do is keep breathing
as the shell I am.
I do not mind opening my eyes
I do not mind
Love me some moreYou're there standing straight
of your eyes I'm watching the bright
I am letting all my inhibitions away
but I can't resist feeling this way.
Of your hair the grace
of your dress your brace
your steps towards me a route draw
only your presence makes me tame.
Hug me tighter
I can feel you breathing harder
your skin getting hotter
and your passionate heart is on fire.
Let the night get darker
let our bodies go further
because when the sun appears in the horizon
for love each other there is no reason.
Throw away your tenseness
kiss me fearlessly
shyness no more
all the night long...
love me some more.
El Puerto de VeracruzAquel puerto donde el mar nos saluda
y las nubes nuestras conversaciones murmuran
Aquel las gaviotas su ruta al horizonte trazan
y el solo a su gente abraza
Aquel puerto donde los crepúsculos son una hermosa ilusión
aquel puerto donde las tardes son bermellón
y las noches están llenas de pasión
Aquel puerto donde nací
donde mis más felices momentos viví
aquel puerto donde desembarcó Hernán Cortes
y a través de las historia es lo que ahora ves
Aquel puerto con su entrada al mundo
donde ni el más poderoso enemigo resistirse pudo
aquel puerto donde entre sus embarcaciones
sus tripulantes llevan en el corazón las ambiciones
Aquel barroco puerto
aquel puerto es mi utopía
¿Qué es esto?...
ah, era la caricia del mar que sentía.
My poem about Ulquiorra
It is translation of my poem about Ulquiorra. The russian original variant is much better, I think. But "Unmasked" and Ulqui`s thoughts were so sad and I was so angry , that I made up my mind and translated it into english. The rhyme is not perfect, of course, but I hope, it isn`t bad. The sense in some lines is also changed.
I`m waiting for your comments. Hope you like it!!)
Can you tell me the reason we fight?
Why my destiny wants me to die?
Why I tears and pain couldn`t hide?
And the stripes on my face couldn`t dry?
Despite, I`ve never people trusted
Аnd didn`t understand you till the end,
You`re the one whom I my heart entrusted
And soul, which was right in my hand.
I won`t return from ashes, will you cry?
Or maybe is it easy to forget?
Your dear friend who`s standing nearby,
Remember - He has made me dead.
He`s greatly kind. I am conceited.
He is a hero. I`m a villain.. in a word.
Who any meaning it the living sighted
And don`t accept ideas of the world.
A hero merits glo
Did you really forget me?As I lie down in my bed, I still have one question on my mind.
Did you really forget me?
I wish I could see you and hear your voice just one more time.
Remember that people never wanted us to be together,
But we always whispered on the phone that we love one another.
You were perfect for me.
I remember when my closest friend told me she didn't think we would last long.
I never believed her, and I always thought she was wrong.
Until that day moment came when you made me cry.
You said it was your parents who did deny.
You said we could only be friends until the moment was right.
But just answer my question, did you really forget me?
Yes or No? I just want an answer.
Until then, I will think of myself in a rosebush.
The rest of the beautiful flowers were picked by their sweethearts.
Except for me, a black rose with a weak heart.
Music Saves My Soul -poem-
All this rage inside my head
Keeps me up when in bed
I'm going crazy, I'm insane
It's not something you can tame
And there's this song playing in my mind
That's on REPLAY all the time
The melody is sick, it's so upbeat
Did someone just turn on the heat?
I'm going crazy, dancing wild
Like I'm some kind of hyper child
I feel this song deep in my veins
After this, It's not the same
'Cause this song is making me high
I'm so crazy, don't know why
Losing my mind, out of control
This wild song's deep in my soul