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::

29.03.83

Today is very special day, the day when
the flowers born and all the birds sang..
Today my little boy was born,
full of tenderness and innocence,
with little green eyes as two pearls,
with that little magic to conquer the stars..

He came to the world to be happiness and relief,
to be the son, the brother, the little love of the little girl..

He came to bring joy to his family,
and shining days to his soulmate.
With his company and love, he destroyed
the loneliness of the girl and became her world,
in a better place.

Twenty nine years after that bright and special day,
the beauty story goes on, and the little boy of the shining eyes
took his place in the world, to be with me, to be of mine..
my little love, my little ocean boy with the stars eyes..


¡¡HAPPY BIRTHDAY CORAZÓN!!

HE LOVES ME A LOT..



You are my holy book.. making me tremble with your innocence.. touching my heart with your little siluette.. singing an eternal song.. hand to hand.. heart to heart..
You are my holy book.. Making me tremble with your innocence .. Touching my heart with your little siluette.. Singing an eternal song.. hand to hand .. heart to heart..  
You are my holy book.. Making me tremble with your innocence .. Touching my heart with your little siluette.. Singing an eternal song.. hand to hand .. heart to heart..

MADE YOU A POET..

Also the little child can be a poet, he can take the words from his heart and create beauty,

He can take the words from his love and make me deeply smile.

Thanks a lot my ocean child ♥

<< DIE 4 U >>


I want to bit your mouth, start slowly, softly,
like who rub as first time a rose,
i want to pull you over to me, sink you in my reflect,
firm, sharply, devorate your sweet lethargy,
the impatient of your alive eyes,
that whisper of your breath which anticipates the word,
that maybe was, want, desire, love..


To take in my arms the rawness of your body,
the heat of your perfect intimacy..
the tremor of your madness..


I want to untie in you my deepest pleasures,
call you mine, wanting you more..
that never be night to our eyes
that look each-other and speak in silence,
under the sad moon, in a winter day..


That you know with this firmness of my hand,
that you are the cup when i drink the horizon,
the tomorrow and all my why's
the reason of my wakefulness,
the meaning of my illness without cure


my weakness, my storm


The shadow that sleep with me all nights,
to share my bed,
to give me its smell of fresh night, of velvety lips,
of eyes whose look at me with that furor that takes all of me,
to the refuge of your gullibility,
to you secret garden of red roses, to my recurrent oblivion


To be of you, the blood, a river of sweet waters,
where i can die for you every night,
in each surrender of my love for you.


Die with you to reborn together,
in the dawn of our eternity,
in our endeless day of wishes and desires..