L'Eclipse of your love..

You make me so happy,
You make me to dream
You make me to laugh
You make me to cry
You make me to smile
You make me to desire
You make me to wish
You make me to wait for
You make me to feel love
You make me to feel loved
You make me to imagine
You make me to hope
You make me to reborn
You make me to change
You make me to remain as pure
You make me to feel alive
You make me yours
You make me to live
You make me to die for you..

tE Amo..

MUSICAL POSTCARD IN THE DAY OF LOVE..
¿REMEMBER?

::14 february 2011::
Searching deeply to make you smile with a little gift in that day, a little bear was missed,
but some music in that little postcard could reach to your ears..

Behold this words to speak about a feeling 

that never before wrote between lines.
You, unique light of the days without sun,
star and moon of my lonely nights.
Precious refuge for crying.

Speak about you, it is speak about what
i've been before your arrival, unknown glory.
In your absense, 
the sweetest song leads me to the insomnia,
in this storm of my madness.


It`s me converted in wings through your mind,
like you cross my boundaries and
makes yours each one of my words.
This is my thought became memory,
is the memory converted on you.
I stay with your absence to become in poetry.

I learn you till you become in dream.
Sweet creature go to my silence,
without voice - without time
sun of midnight...
necessity of all hours.



:: First writting for you.. 10 june 2010 ::
I dont know if you remember that moment my sunshine, but now we can dream it together ♥..

AND STILL MISSING YOU..

Now you are not in my hands which search for you,
i dont hear you in this silence,

i dont see you in this gray sky.
There is in my heart a path,
your old traces guide to me,
is this the place where you never were,
where always i wait for you with the open arms.

There is in my soul an empty room,
you are the light that shines in this infite sadness,
you are warmness, you are the flame,
you are that pain suffering all hours,
that illness for which there is not cure.

You are the most beautiful abysm,
the most legitimate of my affects.
You are a tear and also a kiss.
You are my loneliness and your absence,
you are this nook where you left to me
and these eyes whose dont see anything else beyond..

::20 august 2010::

WHEN
YOU
GONE..

Rain is falling down, from my window it hears the splashing of drops  whose are tears on my eyes. Evening is falling, it's letting win by the veil of the night, 07.09 pm it's the time on the clock, but in my heart there aren't hours, just absences.

My hands write in the absence of something to hold, in the absence of his hands, his words, the verse of his existence next to mine.




These feelings are too much for my heart, i can write thousand words whose meaning the
same, his name.
Was right that poet who spoke about the pain and say goodbye, who said  that
pain is and would be the higher rung, last of the love. Who predicted these tears falling down just to hear, remembering only one verse of those words that lifted me to the heaven beyond the sky, to the fantasy that drove me to madness, to this haunting, inhospitable, delirious way to the ruin, in the love that i've given up without more resistance, without can give or say more about me..


::18 august 2010::
A little piece of memories of those days, when you were away my ocean child, wearing green and looking at the starry skies, in the black nights of august, dreaming..

THOUGHTS IN THE AIR



"I close my eyes and find another world,
more perfect, beautiful, where i find you,
where i can see you through your eyes,
feel you in middle of the night
and become just a sigh under your chest,
beating at the same time with your heart".



"I just need one word in the silence,
the touch of the night caressing my skin
and the light of your eyes into my soul".



"Just feel the words is like being on your heaven.
That perfect world inside our eyes.
I wanna take every minute of this time
and give to you the eternity of my soul".

::14 june 2010::



My status was saying many things, and you were always attentive of its words,  
as you could take my feelings there and put them inside of your soul,
i  think  you already felt as mine there..

STARTING WITH THE MEMORIES..



When i'm with you, i wish that time stops,
that minutes become hours and words, caresses.
That your mouth as source of sweet waters,
give me to drink their love, every hour,
and my love was enough to cover your body 
of caresses and dreams.

When i'm with you, time is never enough, 
the words dont express all what i keep for you
in these anxious hands,
as a handful of roses and hugs.

I need you as i need the life,
 life to love you and be with you,
to want you jealously far from the world, 
and just near me.

My eyes always longing for your presence, 
even if they can see you...


:: 07 November, 2011::
I remember the first time when i called you as a little bird, you were all fragile, naked, exposed.. talking how the little child with the voice of the bird, could not sing as the other birds, and i just made a poetry for you, my little blue bird, talking about the forest and the little red, blue and transparent birds, shining glorious there..

 "...There is beauty also in the little birds of the forest.. their singing is even more beautiful and delicate.. not all the birds need to be blue or red ones, but even if they are transparent like the wind,  they will shine with the first ray of the sun,
as you do..."

::05 november 2010::