Source   Love is you in every glance, in those eyes that see my soul in love. You are the melody that floods my being, the muse that inspires my verses to blossom. It feels so deep this beat, that the

Source   Where are you, love? I don't look at you, in some flower, or the air I breathe? In the footprints of the road? In some grey cloud? Plastered on the parchment Of the verses I wrote? A poem for

Source   Sometimes you can look for coincidences We talk and one after another appears Pity this moment we're in now Without having the slightest of incidences Because we don't have to wash consciences

Source   I believe that nothing .... is impossible when you want to fulfil a dream. Many people will tell you that you can't do it ..... that you don't have what it takes, but if it's in your heart...

Source   !Ah malaya who could! In a thousand sighs of longing To look into the beautiful eyes Of that enchanting brunette Her face is a chimera With crystalline features Her lips like candy Are inciting

Source   I hid a great amount of love immeasurable and indescribable, of which not even I myself imagined its magnitude. That love was stored for a long time for a long time in the deepest and hidden chambers

Source   Fertile moon that embraces my land my naked pitchers of your pure water. Hopes of my dreams warmth of the morning horizon of sighs clamour of my lips. Love you are beautiful like the clouds that

Source   I never know, who carries me? Whether it's the human soul or the animal spirit In this quadrature of life Sometimes I even find myself in the middle Smile - appreciate Of all these adventures

Source   I carry as my banner the knotted silence of a pine forest and in my throat the nostalgia rewritten by some winter afternoon. In my eyes I carry millions of pages scattered and unnamable. I carry

Source   Suspicion the cruel suspicion The grey hour is approaching They increased my corn Because the date is coming, They've got the fuse lit This time This is no coincidence For the time has come I'll

Source   A sun full of splendour For the moment it comes out ahead Soothing at once The early morning dew Thanking the favour The flora with its beauty It lets us see the greatness Of the plain and its

Source   Last night when I opened the fridge one more time, Your face appeared among memories of November. You smiled as always, with that love that never ends, The one that taught me to love and to value

Source   The words are intertwined in their arrested flights on lime windowsills, white cottony leaves that, that suicidal impulse, they retain. Shreds of the Dream, scales to sow bundles of feathers that,

Source   I am innocence that inspires the cornered Dark time, sublime calms delirious anguish in you. Far away see the terrified without consolation. Buries the incognito of faintness Airing the white

Source   I want to walk in your footsteps, that you rest in my feet to snuggle my soul in your arms at dawn I want to feel your music the chords of your being, to dance on your waist the melody that I