(2015)
Usually when I confess to being a… I get the funniest reactions: people think it’s so evil that I have the strangest beliefs.… when they themselves support
Can I still love you With all the broken pieces Of your shattered heart?
Oceans apart day after day And I slowly go insane I hear your voice on the line But it doesn’t stop the pain I took for granted all the times
A heart so tender... A spirit so fierce... A body so lush... Eyes so deep and bottomless... Her skin like creamy silk..so beau…
I wish I could hold you. I wish I could let you cry it all… I wish... But I can’t. I can’t make it all better.
Above all these things that have torn your soul up and makes me curse myself but there’s something clear and I want the world to confirm it…
What is poetry? To me it is life’s meaning with words. Perhaps somewhere in there is the definition of my heart shutting down poetry. See... Poetry is like a burning candle. While there...
A rose painted blue is a reason. A green Turtle
Daily she takes over my thoughts a beautiful rebellious image her silhouette in motion . Or her eyes hazel, they have hypnotized me
I see you as the sunlight at midni… And a dream after infinity, And I placed la Grande Ourse on… And you kept on like nothing; I sweetened the sea water for when…
Tonight while translating some pages and writing what I consider some good poetry. Well, to me it is good I started recalling an event as bright as a star. How was this possible? Why d...
a young boy around 8 years-old went to the library and would look through the shelves
I wake up in a dream and you scold… “You were there; this is what I k… Our eyes met across the twisted mi… But as you look upon me now it’s i… You dare even ask what it was that…
Then, I said, let verse Soar, embellish, settle, explore Soul, strand, air, sea, land, love… Find all of it lost to found that is both dream
My discovered secret Rarely apprehended To know the real blonde Without the roots revealed She’s the smart one.
