Something on the floor

While i was walking i found a heart,

i remembered that long time ago

i had one that made me feel many emotions

whose were turning off..

when i saw that other heart on the floor

still beating, i couldnt stand it,

 i knew that many people didnt realize

 its existence..

They kicked it as mine, they spat it,

left it exhausted, battered, agonic..

till was just impossible to go on carry that,

 and the best was to tear it away without to care one last pain..

the curiosity to know if it suit on me was big,

but i remembered the nights near to the phone,

the indifferent pillow,

 the recurring insomnia,

and i didnt want to through it again;

i walked away with respect from that place..

 i felt comforted to think that someone else walks around the city,

without one..

Traslated by me

Original by A.A, 'Algo Tirado'

¿Will you still love me tomorrow?

You were refuge when the storm shook

my soul.. in you, my faith became a

promise, for you was that i dared to

be a purer being, vulnerable.

You opened the eyes of my soul to

look at you as it looks a child,
with an innocence that we can not touch..
for you, my wings were opened to

the love and desire, to the hope that

never dies, to the endless dream.

In long and starry nights, you shaked

my heart, you filll with ur essence

my tears. I learnt to look inside

myself to that little sad and lonely

child searching for your hand,
when the hours were long
and the silence of our aggrieved hearts
made echo in our world,
in our needed hands,
in our distinct love.

The flame of you increased the most

deep ideals, for you, my shadow
made slave.

In crying i've seen our eyes,
 and the sadness of your heart
in winter times, blows voraciously also my

injured heart, in ur absence..

You are the most certain truth that

my soul believes, the lambent light

of my eyes, the purer word,
 most beauty.

For you, my heart became yours
and my hand hold you with the grace of the

wind, that enjoys to rub your cheeks,

that smile of you..

Even if there are moments truly sad,

burning as the fire, my soul is

always pleased with your come,
with your beauty eyes,
with your look so clear..

The love doesnt pleased
in the suffering, but it's through it that

we understand that the power of a

kiss it's not bigger that the power of

a tear, that we cry for the beloved,

when he's not..

CAE ♥..

Before you sleep..

Let that angels embrace you tonight, and sing for you a lullaby,

close your beauty eyes

and pray in silent, my love.
Your prayer is going to heaven

and the angels look after your sleep tonight..

any place where darkness wants covering your innocence,

always the light of the sky it is by your side,

and as a little and indefense child,

refugee in his mother's slap,

likewise, i'll shelter you with my kisses and dreams,

 i'll weave with my arms your rest,

 and my loving whisper will give to your fears a truce to your smile and your look,

that hits my soul as the most

subtle and perfect caress.

Dreamer of you..

Sometimes i wanna cry of happiness,
other times of love.
Sometimes i wanna say many words
and other just be silent.

I can be so sad or happy, so down or hopefull, so peacefull or with that feeling burning inside, but i always wanna share these moments with you.

Even im the darkness, you are the light,
even my arms are of stone,
you become them softer.
If my heart tremble,
u hold it with ur hands of love.

My love, keep our love stronger into your heart,
dont hide our light from the night,
let it light up the stars..

Im so happy to be alive, coz i met you..
and so happy to have a heart, coz i felt you.
I have tears to cry for you,
and my eyes can see just to see u..
My soul is not perfect soul, coz was waiting its complement.. you.

What word i can say amor  to you, that can express the meaning of a tear..
What you are to me, what i feel for you, is just like the sound of a tear amor,
indiscribable.

My little blue bird..

Envolve my soul with ur fragile wings..

My flying is on the way of reaching your love 

Resting by your side, staring at the blue skies

Endless, and totally in love..

Love Never Dies..

When the heart is talking,

words are not necessary..

Chronicle of an announced wound

My soul is tired,

tired of fight against something i can never win,

goin to that dark and lonely abysm

where only me i can see my own tears

falling down.. in silence.
Tired to feel as i feel, to belive what i belive,

to be stucked in that way that dries my inside..
I'm tired to taste my own prision,
to hurt what i love, not to do what is right,

to be static as a rock in the storm..
to dream and longing what i'll never possess..

Collector of wounds..
seller of dreams..

I'm the naive soul that always wants the rose

beyond its own garden..

the nightinale of Wilde,

the frozen shadow writing about
the white of the light while i'm in the darkest room..

In my own place,
my voice is a whisper singing a lullaby to myself,

to fall asleep into the deepest sleep

that let's me forget and wake up again as reborn..

thinking that i'm purer, whiter, a better soul..
then maybe i can have the strenght to cross the line  

that lets me see and feel with the eyes of a child.