
Adentrarme en tu mar
Adentrarme en tu mar… El único lugar donde se borran heridas, el único sitio donde sanar… Adentrarme en tu mar… Donde las olas regresan… Donde las … Continue reading Adentrarme en tu mar
Adentrarme en tu mar… El único lugar donde se borran heridas, el único sitio donde sanar… Adentrarme en tu mar… Donde las olas regresan… Donde las … Continue reading Adentrarme en tu mar
Night falls and anguish mounts… Like a horse lost in a forest of fog and tedium. Dazed, lost, hungry of a thirsty peace…confused by his fate. … Continue reading The silenced fog
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”
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
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”
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
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
Let me fly … Far away from empty hearts … from brave airs … from resentful disdains … Let me fly … high… Like a condor … Continue reading Let me fly
Windows to the sea … To the doubt, to the sadness, to the emptiness, to the unreason … To the vain strangeness, of a selfish world, … Continue reading Windows to the sea
Salt… That tans, that dries… That relieves, that stubborns… Sea salt or human… From far, from close… Salt… Of joy or sadness… Of grief, of delight… … Continue reading Salt
Lonely… how much is discovered in solitude… We stop, we think, we feel, we find, what is our true reality… We understand,we perceive, we estimate, we … Continue reading Solitude
En soledad…
cuánto se descubre en soledad…
Nos detenemos, pensamos,
sentimos, hallamos,
cuál es nuestra verdadera realidad… continuar leyendo
When nobody sees you, you would like to disappear from your bed, leave far of this city, to cover you only in his chest… When nobody … Continue reading When nobody sees you…
Bad counselors in this stone path, in this valley of thorns… Words that evoke their most arduous vanity, their unequivocal complexes… Souls that lead to others, … Continue reading Empty hearts
Who has not felt shipwrecked even in their daily isle?
Awakening under a sun without truce…
surrounded by salt water… continue reading
Today, I woke up empty…
I lack your eyes, your hands,
entwined to mine…
your scent…that is still breathing… continue reading
Hoy desperté vacío…
Me falta tu mirada, tus manos,
entrelazadas a las mías…
tu aroma…
que aún se respira… continuar leyendo
What is grief?
It’s a walk along the beach, watching the waves that die on the shore, and others that continue their cycle…with no other way to go…
Nothing was a gift, neither yours, nor mine, nor our foolishness. Everything healed wandering, on this stone path, this mountain of lightness. Climbing rock trails, trotting … Continue reading Paths
Extraña soledad… Sentir el frío helado de la nieve impronta sobre un cuerpo sombrío de pena y verdad… Extraña soledad… Deplorar el vacío insaciable de la … Continue reading Extraña soledad