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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Help me finding myself



Somebody help me
I need to find myself,
I know it has to be somewhere
that part of me that is not here;
that only God acknowledges where
is it, where, where, where?
Somebody help me
finding that inner stranger
that looks just like an ngel
and wants a world of peace
and asks for a world of love.


                               I need to beleive in mankind
                                             again...

I, myself



I was born on a pile of drums
that were making noises all around my dreams.
I was born under a magic tree
that was full of apples and pears and berries
that were giving nursery to my famine at least.
I was disbanded and torn apart
by a herd of predators when I was still young;
too young to understand, too childish to react.
I was lost, I was frightened, and I was abused
without a hope of mercy or peace or truth.
I was what I was.
I am what I am.
I will be sunshine
that opens its way throw the darkness.
I will be a fresh stream
that appears and ignites and lets be.
I was the last one that is death.
I am the new one that’s alive.
I will be the renaissance
of myself: a golden bright
that arises in the smog.

A kiss is just a kiss.



-But, it is just a kiss!
A kiss is just a kiss;
an overwhelming piece
of very inspiring peace.
A kiss is full of pleasures
that has the greatest kindness
to give the brightest madness
of living among treasures.
This kiss that makes me shines
is surely the most divine
event of my lifelong.
Your kisses make me strong!
A kiss is just a kiss?
maybe it is
a bit of sky at great full ease;
a claim of stream
that makes me dream;
a link that freezes
and makes me squeezes
above your beauty;
like it is a duty
to love your world
of songs and bells.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Your lips.



Inside the bloodstained sunset
of the Caribbean's afternoon,
two burning mountains
are kissing each other...
Thus, your lips are born.
Fire over fire…
Flame against flame…
Kiss that ignites and illuminates my darkened soul.
For you I would burn myself,
until my ashes,
and even farther on…
Inside the incinerated sunset
of the tropical afternoon
two passionate mountains
hugs each other...
Thus, your lips are born.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Marry at ease.



Give me a big hug
with your arms made of flower
while we are taking a shower
and I will be your frog.

Give me a giant kiss
with your lips made of berry
while; I enjoy your being merry
and I will marry you at ease.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

The best of my orgasms



Between your breasts
a sun of new daybreak arises,
dissipating my penumbrae,
uncovering clarities.

Between your legs
it buds a dream very cheerful,
cheering my shortages
clearing my smiles.

Between your arms
I am a clear water dolphin,
I am a hawk among clouds
I am noise and I am silence.

It is your happiness
the best one of my orgasms.


Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Sad girl.



Your face of dawn wanes
before an innocent compliment.
There is an uncertain pavement
that fades over your veins.

There is a powerful thought
spreading into your brain,
maybe it is a beat of pain
trying to reach full growth.

Drizzling from your left eye
there is a single tear,
loneliness that appear
to be a desperate cry.

If I try, if I just try,
would you destroy your sadness
embracing my little madness...
or would you just say goodby...

It's cool

Over a tuna' s skin
slides a drop of dew,
under the metallic moon
I spread my wings
toward the infinite.

It's just a mith
but it is cool.

Prayer

Oh, oh, Yahveh!
rock me into Your arms
'cause my soul is chilly
and my heart is smashed
by the ulcers of the sins.

Oh, oh, Yahveh,
wrap me up with Your hug
'cause my life is too violent
and my dismembered body
is already sick of the past.

Oh, oh, Yahveh,
give me wisdom,
hope and delight,
peace, faith, joy and the poetry
that emanates from Your Love,
please.

Into the class



This is a pencil, that is a pen.
This is a table, that is a desk.
This is my heart, that is my dream.
This is my soul, that was my scream.

That is my teacher, this is my bag,
that is my hope, that was my cry.
Here in the classroom, I'm on the sky
I'm far far away from this awful path.

This is my book, ¡that was my thought!
this is my notebook, that was my poetry,
this is my fault, that is your pain
too far already from my big mouth,
too near yet, near to my brain.

So,
let us move away
let's be really free
riding a splendid horse over cottoned clouds,
let's escape from sadness
by travelling through hope
just you and me, only you and me;
over the other side of the moon.

Because home is just that place
where your heart wishes to be.

A coming back



Once upon a time
there was a very happy face
above the sea waves.

Now, there is sadness
and there' s a tiny desire
of a coming back.