The beauty of silence, is the noise of no words,
Where is the light in your deep dark room?, A shock of light could save you from the shadow.
Why is the dark behind the moon? Out of reach until the light is shattered.

viernes, enero 28, 2011

viernes, enero 07, 2011

debo marcharme...

  A zancadillas mis miradas
 dejan marcados tus ojos,   grandes.
  El silencio va cosiendo la   atracción  hacia tu cuerpo desnudo, arden mis labios.

  Me estrangula el deseo, ¡debo marcharme! mejor huir que besarte.

  Llegan mis versos donde mi boca muere, frente a ti. 
 Acostados en tu pecho o posados en tu vientre, se queman mis   dedos.
  Los sentidos se visten de negro para la ocasión.

  Me estrangula el deseo, ¡debo marcharme!
  mejor huir que besarte.



Texto: modificación de "Debo marcharme"  Miguel A. Moreno,

camino


...

...Hypnotic, hypnotic you're leaving me breathless...

libre de ataduras

Quiero ser libre de cadenas,
quiero volar sin alas ni llantos,
ni obstáculos ni arrepentimientos,
quiero ser del aire y desaparecer
en el firmamento, quiero ser la Luna
y lluvia y nube y estrella,
me quiero pasear por la vida
descalza pero con zapatos en mano,
testaruda pero sincera
con la mente lúcida, apesadumbrada
de nostalgias y desencantos pero
siempre viva.


poema: modificacion de la autora miriam de la torre
http://www.poemas-del-alma.com/phpBB2/sutra113352.html

without shields

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She didn't answer him. She was sitting crouched there, staring at the floor.
He went back to her and gathered her up, off the couch and into his arms. Her cheeks were still splotched with pink, and very pale. Her lashes were dark and long as she looked down.
He pressed his lips against her mouth softly, feeling no resistance, almost no awareness, as if it were the mouth of someone unconcious or deep asleep. Then slowly she came back to life. She slipped her hands up around his neck, and kissed him back.
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you do not ought to let the misery to coagulate in your soul

jueves, enero 06, 2011

mysis

... Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness, has never danced in the Rain...

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