Wednesday, 15 June 2016

Quizas tu estes equivocada, talves no sabes lo que es amor....

Aunque nunca hemos hablado
Te conozco por la lengua
Esto se escribe
y eso que he leído.
Es fácil con el largo vino 
perder la cabeza y la memoria, 
recuperar con el largo vino la cabeza 
y la memoria inexistentes. 
Es fácil la ausencia, 
el arrebato, el olvido. 
Y qué no decir de los cuerpos 
que inventa el vino o la oscuridad, 
Naturalmente, menos cuerpo 
y menos invento 
que la piel que te espera. 
Hay que hacer el amor con los ojos bien abiertos...
Usted me trajo
un mundo de palabras
pluma y tinta concebido
la mente y el corazón creer.
En esta noche de verano
me detengo un rato para ver las estrellas
en silencio dar gracias
para su palabra escrita.... 

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You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...