
Emptiness
I feel empty,in the clarity of the dawn,in the most impious sunset… Wasteland, wild, gloomy… I search and find you,in this bare desert,in this vacuous dark… … Continue reading Emptiness
I feel empty,in the clarity of the dawn,in the most impious sunset… Wasteland, wild, gloomy… I search and find you,in this bare desert,in this vacuous dark… … Continue reading Emptiness
A veces somos actores,a veces sólo instrumentos. A veces somos veletas,a veces sólo cimientos. A veces caemos,a veces tropezamos,a veces sólo debemos guardar secretos. Todos alguna … Continue reading A veces
Esta es mi guerra sin escudo,sin espada, ni lanza,sin armadura ni cañón. Perdono y olvido.Suspiro y envido. Esta es mi guerra sin rifle,sin contienda, ni cruzada,sin … Continue reading La guerra del amor
This is my war without shield,
without sword or spear,
no armor or cannon.
I forgive and forget.
I sigh and reset. Continue reading “The war of love”
Llueve fuera,
llueve dentro.
Llueve en en este corazón sediento.
Mis lágrimas ruedan por las ramblas vacías,
cansadas, perdidas, aturdidas… Continue reading “Llueve fuera, llueve dentro”
It’s raining outside,
it rains inside.
It rains on this thirsty heart.
My tears roll down the empty boulevards,
tired, lost, dazed… Continue reading “It’s raining outside, it rains inside”
¿Por qué esta pluma rota
baila mejor entre líneas
cuando está triste,
cuando está loca,
cuando vaga en el desafío?
¿Por qué esta sentencia,
por qué este sinsentido? Continue reading “La pluma rota”
Why this broken pen
dance better between the lines,
when it is sad,
when it is crazy,
when it wanders into the challenge?
Why this sentence?
Why this nonsense? Continue reading “Broken pen”
The only sky that doesn’t need the seais to wake up next to you… It is to extend my hands between yours,and imagine that I fly … Continue reading The only sky that doesn’t need the sea
Why this empty my Lord? Why this foggy valley,this thirsty but loaded river,this soundless gorge…? Why, why my Lord? You fill kings with castles, lands to … Continue reading Empty
¿Por qué este vacío Señor? ¿Por qué este valle con niebla,este río sediento y ahíto,esta garganta sin canción…? ¿Por qué, por qué Señor? Colmas de castillos … Continue reading Vacíos
Silence to listen to God…to listen to your heart… Silence outside,silence inside… Silence in the encounter,in discouragement,in the wind,in every sorry,in without you, there is not … Continue reading The silence
Sometimes it is a sunrise of fire,sometimes there is so much fire…that it can only dawn…. Sometimes I forget you,sometimes I feel you…sometimes you are just … Continue reading Dawn of fire
A veces es un amanecer de fuego,a veces, hay tanto fuego… que sólo puede amanecer…. A veces te olvido,a veces te siento…A veces eres sólo parte … Continue reading El fuego del amanecer
There is where we feel,where no one listens,where no one can,where nobody wants… There is where we cry,where no one caresses,where nobody kisses,where no one lies… … Continue reading Where no light shines
I’m not afraid,because I wake up every day with your gaze… I’m not in a hurry,because you, my breeze, accompany me every morning… I am not … Continue reading I’m not afraid
Y este otoño se lleva mis lágrimas…como hojas que caen en este atardecer… Mañanas de niebla,de escarcha cansada,de días de dichas,de risas, de ayer… Y este … Continue reading Silueta de un otoño de miel
Déjame mostrarte mis cicatrices… Las que escondo, las que oculto, las que encierro, las que silencio, las que olvida el corazón. Heridas de miedo, bregaduras de … Continue reading Cicatrices
Let me show you my scars… The ones I hide, the ones I cover,those that I lock up, those that I silence,those that the heart forgets. … Continue reading Scars
I kept looking for you,clinging to this boat of silence…sailing in the dark sea of unreason… I kept thinking about you…because I can’t rip you out … Continue reading Seven moonless nights
Sometimes life hits us…and we get scared,but we must be strong…look straight through that slit… There is nothing that can beat joynothing that ignores courage… Men … Continue reading Gray days but the sun shines…
It rained on the orphan peaksof the inert meadows… That North wind blew,condemning our sorrows,melting our dreams,predicting the present… We took our capes,we occluded our nests,we … Continue reading We must be strong
It’s just noise,the one that wraps the souls,the one that surrounds the sounds,it’s just that, just noise… The one who remembers being orphaned,the one who whispers … Continue reading It is just noise
They didn’t understand your tears…Neither does your sigh when you turn the corner… They did not hear your sobs…Not your faults, not your tears… They did … Continue reading The loneliness of the poet
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