Sí, mi amor, esto es para tí, y esto es amor…
Porque cada amanecer sólo deseo reflejarme
en las aguas verdes de tus ojos de huída.
Porque cada noche te busco,
te hallo, te encuentro,
como río sediento que corre sin orilla. Continue reading “Amor”
Yes, my love, this is for you, and this is Love…
Because every sunrise, I only want to reflect myself
in the green waters of your eyes of hoar.
Because every night, I look for you,
I find you, I discover you,
like a thirsty river that runs without a shore. Continue reading “Love”
Life or lie.
You, and only you,
should control your dark night.
Admire and sigh,
act and inspire,
that has to be your only sky. Continue reading “Life or lie”
Vida o mentira.
Tú y sólo tú,
has de controlar tu ira.
Admira y suspira,
actúa e inspira,
esa ha de ser tu única vía. Continue reading “Vida o mentira”
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”
Cada día pierdo otro trocito de tí…Cada hora me dejas…Cada minuto te alejas…Cada segundo te escapas lejos de aquí… Clamo al Cielo,con este llanto, ya seco,en … Continue reading Cada día pierdo otro trocito de tí
Every day I lose another piece of you…Every hour you leave me…Every minute you escape…Every second you run away… I cry to Heaven,with this weeping, already … Continue reading Every day I lose another piece of you
When my mouth forgets who you are…and my wandering ears no longer recognize your voice… When my hands don’t remember your touch…neither your smell, nor your … Continue reading When silence speaks to you
Cuando mi boca olvide quién eres…Y mis oídos vagabundos ya no reconozcan tu voz… Cuando mis manos no recuerden tu tacto…ni tu olor, ni tu manto, … Continue reading Cuando el silencio te hable
El único cielo que no necesita mar
es el de despertar a tu lado…
Es tender mis manos entre las tuyas,
e imaginar que vuelo sobre las olas… Continue reading “El único cielo que no necesita mar”
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
The calm sea, like your soul…The rough sea, like my silence… What do you keep? What do you miss?What are you silent about? What do you … Continue reading The silent sea
El mar en calma, como tu alma…El mar recio, como mi silencio… ¿Qué guardas, qué extrañas?¿Qué callas, qué amas?¿Qué dudas, qué amañas? No hay mentiras frente … Continue reading El mar en silencio
In the middle of the night you dry my tears…These restless waters, which overwhelm my heart… In this agitated storm you calm my soul…Tired spirit, that … Continue reading Rough sea
En mitad de la noche secas mis lágrimas…Estas aguas inquietas, que abruman mi corazón… En esta agitada tempestad sosiegas mi alma…Espíritu hastiado, que deambula sin razón… … Continue reading Agitado mar
Silencio para escuchar a Dios…Para escuchar a tu corazón… Silencio fuera,silencio dentro… Silencio en el encuentro,en el desaliento,en el viento,en cada lo siento,en sin tí no … Continue reading El silencio
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
It’s hard to write about love… I just know that love doesn’t hurt, love doesn’t expire, and that you should never ask your love for forgiveness… … Continue reading You, Love
Es difícil escribir de amor… Sólo se que el amor no duele, el amor no caduca, y que a tu amor no deberías nunca pedirle perdón… … Continue reading Tú, Amor
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
Ahí es donde sentimos,donde nadie escucha,donde nadie puede,donde nadie quiere… Ahí es donde lloramos,donde nadie acaricia,donde nadie besa,donde nadie miente… Ahí es donde oramos,donde todo se … Continue reading Donde no llega la luz
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
Yo no tengo miedo, porque me despierto cada día con tu mirada… Yo no tengo prisa, porque tú mi brisa me acompañas cada mañana… Yo no … Continue reading Yo no tengo miedo
This fall takes my tears…like leaves that fall in this sunset… Foggy mornings,of tired frost,of days of happiness,of laughter, of yesterday… This fall takes my dares…like … Continue reading Honey fall silhouette
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…
And you are nothing … neither rain nor frost, neither snow nor ice, neither fog nor goodbye … You are nothing … neither hug, nor kiss, … Continue reading You are nothing
She shines, even if you feel off …
It shudders, even if you only feel heat …
Illuminate, even if you feel in darkness … Continue reading “The moon lives in you”
Ella brilla, aunque te sientas apagada…
Se estremece, aunque sólo sientas calor…
Ilumina, aunque te sientas en tinieblas… Continue reading “La luna vive en ti”
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
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
No entendieron tus lágrimas…Tampoco tu suspiro al doblar la esquina…No sintieron tus sollozos…Ni tus faltas, ni tus grimas… No supieron abrazarte , ni valorarte, ni arrancarte … Continue reading La soledad del poeta
I want to thank my God on such a beautiful day as today because He sent to the world the most wonderful rose in his garden.
Leafless by the winds of time but always firm and beautiful in the face of adversity. Continue reading “SHE”
They guide us…
through these uncertain paths,
of spikes and sharp stones,
that leave nothing but cruel footprint…
Constant examples,
of immersed experiences,
in constant challenges
of bitterness and gall…
Torches of life,
skinless shields… Continue reading “Torches”
Goodbye May…
You took my freedom,
my desire to escape,
my light and my sea,
and this bitter awakening…
My mist and darkness,
my singing and my crying,
my joy and my regret… Continue reading “Listening diary: Goodbye May”
Goodbye April…
You took my smile, my tears…
my sleepless nights, my singing…
and also a little piece of me…
You took away my life and its charm,
and a quiet dawn full of rain and jasmine…
Oh April… Continue reading “Goodbye April”
Maybe today you feel the solitude…
the one that shakes your heart…
what pierces your soul…
like the petals with the dew of dawn… every morning…
delicate, but swaying before this strange sadness…
Chosen or imposed…
we all feel empty…
lonely…
on this path of other people’s doubts… Continue reading “Listening diary: Solitude”
Today only the rain accompanies me… there is no sun, no smiles, no stars… the screams of children scampering through the parks are missing… unconcerned about … Continue reading Listening diary: Hope
Spain, in silence but not asleep…
Absent but not empty… quiet but lecture…
Filled with sad but vibrant hearts,
who applaud their heroes at sunset…
that dawn every day with this new art…
Uncertain uncertainty of certain certainty…
Dark nights of mornings in darkness… Continue reading “Listening diary: Silence”
España, en silencio pero no dormida…
Ausente pero no vacía…callada pero diserta…
Llena de corazones tristes, pero vibrantes,
que aplauden al atardecer a sus héroes…
que amanecen cada día con ese inédito arte…
Incertidumbre incierta de cierta certeza…
Noches oscuras de mañanas en tinieblas… …Continuar leyendo
Today we begin the listening diary.
Maybe everything that is happening around us
will teach us something if we listen to it…
Listening is feeling with the heart…
It is to gently close your eyes…
Open your heart wide…
Let the feelings flow…
Allow the pain to run away…
Hold tight to this unreason… Continue reading “Listening diary”
I could write the most beautiful poem in the world…
but still, I could never express how much I feel for you…
You came to my life by surprise,
like that April rain, which approach slowly, but intensely…
that seeps you through deep…with fresh drops of indigo…
You filled this empty heart of life,
joy and all the love that is possible to feel… Continue reading “My love”
Who has not boarded a wrong train?
The one that took you to the wrong destination…
The one who wasn’t leading you anywhere…
Empty trains, broken trains,
trains full of backpacks of calamity…
Trains that made us discover,
that without that trip, we would not be
who we really are today… Continue reading “Wrong trains”
How many of us we sat in the corner of the boxing ring,
dead of fear and worthless …!
How many we got on stage,
maybe out of ignorance,
out of unconsciousness,
maybe because there was no other option…! Continue reading “The life’s ring”
Those who have caressed the waters of the cold shore…
they will know what I mean…
A day it arrives…
by surprise,
without prelude or idyll…
Then you know how much is left behind…
but not ahead…in this hidden exile… Continue reading “Shores”
You walked with the rags of misery,
how god that leaves the sunken temple…
You despised us with your lost look…
wrapped in that obsolete and shaken air… Continue reading “Chains”
Today, I woke up sad…
hearing the screams of absence…
silencing your inert presence…
My soul distills crying…
I don’t have the strength to continue… Continue reading “Today”
They were in silence,
watching each one of my movements…
wiping away my tears…
hugging my fears… Continue reading “Questions of the heart”
That packed suitcase…
of boasting and misfortune…
That full drawer…
of happiness and pain… Continue reading “Greatness and misery”
Princesa Alice, de ningún sitio…
Princesa de corazón,
de esperanza, de amor, y Fe…
…Continuar leyendo
Princess Alice from nowhere… Princess Alice, heart, hope, love, and Faith… Who knew that the Lord was not something, but everything, who knew that without Him, … Continue reading Princess Alice of nowhere
Today it snows …
Because tears are no longer dew,
but ice and betrayal…
Because that dread of emptiness has melted fear and pain… Continue reading “Today it snows…”
I walked the streets,
of doubt and bewilderment,
and they all indicated me,
that they hadn’t discovered you yet… Continue reading “Moments”
They point to your heart…
as if it were the most wasteland…
as if it were empty…
when it’s only broken,
shattered by pride and fate… Continue reading “The sins of others”
I sat next to your shore,
thirsty of truth and life…
Sheltered by your bay
and your lost waves…
that heal everything… Continue reading “The silence of the sea”
And the west wind blew…
adding vague memories of the cold
that arrives fast and imminent… Continue reading “With you”
Neither yours nor mine…
nor that of suffering…
Neither yours nor ours…
nor that of thought… Continue reading “Time”
You woke up last night, in the middle of the dune of oblivion, in the middle of the stillness of your desert… You walked with the … Continue reading Deserts
In silence, in the dark… listen to my verses… In the calm, in the dawn… do not give up on your dreams… In restlessness, in uneasiness… … Continue reading Listen to my verses
I don’t give up…
Although I must remain in silence…
Even though I have to close the windows
to the wind of helplessness and unreasonableness… Continue reading “I don’t give up”
The gray hair of oblivion…
Those that were not imposed,
only postponed… Continue reading “The gray hair of oblivion”
From which to leave,
to those where you can return…
in those where never
you must remain… Continue reading “Ports”
De los que partir,
a los que volver…
en los que jamás
deberías permanecer… …Continuar leyendo
Trajiste la brisa de la mañana..
con la lluvia que azota mis llagas…
como preludio de un solsticio gris… …Continuar leyendo
You brought the morning breeze…
with the rain that lashes my sores…
as a prelude to a gray solstice… Continue reading “October”
Be the light,
for that soul that approaches you,
full of emptiness and blues… Continue reading “Be the light”
He created the clouds,
and your eyes to see them reflected in my dreams…
He sent the rain and its bow in the sky,
to shelter from them always in your chest… Continue reading “Heavens”
It matters little if they do not think about you…
if they forgot you,
or they don’t miss you,
or if you were never in their hearts… Continue reading “Between you and God”
Poco importa si en ti piensan…
si te olvidaron,
o nunca te añoraron,
o si nunca estuviste en su corazón… …continuar leyendo
This path always leads me to you…
through those narrow streets,
those full slopes,
of balconies and steep stones… Continue reading “Happiness, a decision”
Invisible cells
full of inert thoughts,
of foolish minds,
of certain hearts without soul… Continue reading “Invisible cells”
Today, you woke up with the feeling…
that your wound was bleeding…
your old wound…
your closed wound…
your hole without filling… Continue reading “Old scars”
They tell him to forgive you,
to forget you and continue…
but how can it tear you away? Continue reading “Forget to continue”
Esa que atraviesa tu alma
con recuerdos funestos,
de un tiempo desierto…
La que se alza al viento,
dividiendo las nubes,
en este cielo maltrecho…
Esta que divide,
y que muestra,
que te despierta…
del eterno y absurdo sueño… …continuar leyendo
The one that crosses your soul
with dire memories,
of a desert time… Continue reading “The sword of time”
You left…
You left us the dark night,
the gray days…
and the barren souls… Continue reading “You never left”
It may not be a storm…
but, an simple gray sky…
adorned with sad clouds,
and failed stars… Continue reading “Storms”
There are people in life,
who believe that
their way is flat,
clean, flower carpet
no weeds watered… Continue reading “Perfect mistakes”
We wander through wastelands…
wasteland of hate and emptiness…
confines of envy and pain… Continue reading “Saints and sinners”
And you arrived…
with your judgments and squeamishness,
with your opinions and wisdom…
haughty, to measure my wounds… Continue reading “To whom judges your way…”
How soon I am late…
to sit by your side…
to recite poems to you…
not getting tired of giving you courage… Continue reading “How soon it is too late…”
It won’t be me who will answer you…
It will be time.
With it, the certain answers will come…
With it, the winter storms will return… Continue reading “It won’t be me…”
It caress and hits,
it hugs and pushes,
it flatters and scorns… Continue reading “The great healer”
Enter your stay,
close the door…
open your heart to silence…
and leave it in your absence… Continue reading “The silence of a heart”
What drag the waves,
that when hitting the beach and the rocks,
they are not immune to their stigmas…? Continue reading “Paths of idolatry”
The stars are still shining,
even if there are cloudy days…
or else, look at that gray sky…
full of black clouds,
but begetting the most beautiful indigo… Continue reading “Clouds in a gray sky”
This life…
that beautiful rose with thorns…
That floods you with its aroma…
but that drops its leaves
in each of its hills… Continue reading “Rose with thorns”
Contempt and disdains,
arrogance and pride,
hubris and lies…
They are only part,
sometimes,
of this absurd entourage… Continue reading “Smiling”
The news came…
and with it, the bewilderment…
Why did you attack me bandit…?
if I did not expect this encounter… Continue reading “Joy”
I looked at your heart
and we try together to remember the date…
You hesitated playful…
but at the same time, conscious…
that even if it hurts…
all suspicion was fulfilled… Continue reading “I looked at your heart…”
Silence…
The one that still harbors my hope…
that blurs the lie…
that only reveals the truth… Continue reading “Silence”
What do your waters harbor,
that heals my wounds?
What doesn’t stop your wind,
that takes the misfortune from me? Continue reading “Seas”
And keep putting down roots…
still being pruned
by the uncertainty of unease…
to be able to dazzle one day new shoots,
full of horizon… Continue reading “Roots”
It’s hard to find out …
like that empty dawn…
desired…and at the same time, feared…
full of clouds that hide its light… Continue reading “My place in the world”
Safe land,
space to rest…
where to deposit the anguish,
this anxiety…this pain… Continue reading “Safe land”
Light in the midst of darkness…
Calm look…
Solemn character…
Ineffable love… Continue reading “Light in the midst of darkness”
Start over, with the new faces, the learned lies of hatched disappointments… Start over, clinging to the feeling, with a fixed look to the future… and … Continue reading Start over
Do not let them write your end, because there is no term, there is no goal, only learned roads, paths of dunes, roads with mountains, broken … Continue reading Don’t let them write your end
Que no escriban tu final, porque no hay término, no hay meta, solo caminos aprendidos, caminos de dunas, caminos con montañas, caminos quebrados, caminos bandidos, pero … Continue reading Que no escriban tu final
Today, I woke up without your kisses, without your smile, without your look… Today, I do not have any more dreams, neither sense nor escapes… I … Continue reading Broken roads
Pinches of an exhausted essence… of an inert world… but of a blue sky… Empty bits… of nights with candle… of days without light… Pieces of … Continue reading Pinches of soul
Everything is forgotten… Your smile and your crying, your hug, your welcome… Your care and your carelessness, your guide, your flight … Your creed and your … Continue reading Everything is forgotten
I left the moon on for you…
so that your girl’s dream can shine…
so that it may clothe your desires…
and cover your wounds… Continue reading “I left the moon on for you…”
This is how my oblivion arrives,
like a late spring…
like the satiety of a cold winter… Continue reading “My oblivion”
The wind passed…
and turned the page…
Chapters of full saps,
paragraphs of false stories… Continue reading “The wind passed…”
I forgot to forget you …
I ignored the pain,
the one that caused me to name you…
I pretended your contempt,
which you wanted to cause me… Continue reading “I forgot to forget you”
Never abandon me…my life…
You, who made me trust in love…
in waking up each dawn with hope…
in sleeping and not dying…
in fighting and not delaying…
in singing and living…
in dreaming and feeling again… Continue reading “Never abandon me…”
I picked up the handset…
I heard his voice…
I knew that what I imagined was not a mistake…
and for the first time… love hurts… Continue reading “Love hurts”
I opened the window…
to feel your breeze…
cool…wise…
like one night in May…
expected after a vain winter…
Continue reading “Vacuums”
You broke her life, and one after another… You battered the soul, from whom grew up and did not understand… whom you only gave tears… Moan of … Continue reading Broken lives
That infamous appearance, that only hides a split life… That bitter awakening, confessed, hidden, but not forgetten… That broken pain, that you preach, but that you … Continue reading Full balconies, empty lives
The morning arrives…
and I look out the window,
to adore you, one more day…
my sea… Continue reading “Battle sea”
Wounds that no longer cry,
that they do not cure,
that they do not improve… Continue reading “Wounds that no longer cry”
What if it is not eternal? What if tomorrow, you do not feel what burns inside you today? What if you wake up, and you do … Continue reading What if it is not eternal?
Where it does not hurt anymore… Where there is only forgetfulness and devotion… Where I do not think about you anymore, where I do not listen … Continue reading Where it does not hurt anymore
They can not defeat you, neither the gulls nor the tides, neither the winds nor the storms… Nobody knocks down a wall, if its foundations are … Continue reading They cannot defeat you, my princess
Y tuviste que cargar
tú solo con tu escarcela…
con tu dolor y tus dudas… …continuar leyendo
You had to load, alone, with your pouch… with your pain, and your doubts… Walking on trails, of uncertainty, of a very raw reality… You grew … Continue reading Stolen childhoods
My heart has memory, like my soul, like my story… Nobody talks about victory, neither of overcoming, nor of glory… You lived your life, full of … Continue reading My heart has memory
It rains outside, it rains inside… This soul cries in pain, suffers in silent, because of our disagreement… Soaked with sadness, of disappointments and thoughts… Draft … Continue reading It rains outside, it rains inside…
You do not know anything about her…
nor of her joys,
nor of her anguish…
nor of her wars… Continue reading “You don’t know anything about me”
Start from scratch, start again… New ways, new stretches, new feats, new abodes… Start complete, start swift… Dusting the espadrilles, without taking off even the hat… … Continue reading Start from scratch
Watching you every sunrise is dreamy,
like to close my eyes with your reflection…
Your caresses, your hugs,
your sweet kisses…
those that have captured to mine… Continue reading “The dream”
Maybe, we’ll lend them
the attention that they do not deserve…
Perhaps, we grant them
the love that they do not thank… Continue reading “Toxic people”
Such is life, so existence, so that singular form, to teach us that, we are fragile, weak… and that we can lose everything… without consent… We … Continue reading Celebrate every beat
We’re free,
and as such,
we love, we win,
we miss, we fail… Continue reading “Freedom”
Win or vanquish,
without thinking about growing…
What a dreamer dawn! Continue reading “Win or vanquish”
I’m nothing more than a rag doll
full of bitter back stitch… Continue reading “Bitter backstitch”
Maybe they are not destinies…
but choices…
decisions that we make along the path… Continue reading “Chosen destinies”
I’m just a sad poet,
thirsty for your hugs…
hungry for your kisses…
lost in your praise… Continue reading “Sad poets”
We had to grow… between that smell of grape and gall… between ashlars that were our foundations… We had to take refuge, between pages of history … Continue reading Strong as the wind
Sometimes we wonder,
why this or that event happened…
Sometimes we find ourselves,
in the middle of a total bewilderment… Continue reading “Injury time”
Sometimes we choose
our adventures,
without knowing certainly
the path or direction… Continue reading “Destinies”
And I said yes, on a Holy Thursday, of Passion and Life, I said yes. As I would tell you again, every day of our lives, … Continue reading I said yes…
How can I fill this vacuum?
Which drowns me every awakening,
that oppresses my dreams…
that afflicts my longings…
like the late ship… Continue reading “Perpetual vacuum”
Today,
we wake up sad,
desolate, amazed,
sunk, miserable,
calcined… Continue reading “Walls of God”
You already forgot me, today you passed close to me like a ship without direction or sail … like a wave that does not return to … Continue reading Questions without answers
Those that trap us and invade… they strike us or drag us… Waves of a distant yesterday, on an abandoned beach… Sand of a lost cay, … Continue reading Distant sadness
I can not stop being a poet when listening to sing those wonders to our Mother… I can not stop being better devoted, to the feeling, … Continue reading Blessed promises
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