Author's note: The following poem was published on Spanish language in March 4th, 2019. It's inspired in the melody The Vampire Masquerade-Waltz by Peter Gundry, which is published on his Youtube channel.

Author's note: The following poem was published on Spanish language today February 14th. The picture and the banner are of my own creation; the picture was taken with my Motorola G6 Play and the banner

Author's note: This poem was published today February 6th on Spanish language here in Steemit. Source of the image My feet take me to unsuspected places, as if they knew where to go,  how to get there,

Mis pies me llevan a lugares insospechados, como si supieran a dónde ir, cómo llegar, a recordar cómo eran, quiénes vivían ahí, si les amaba o les odiaba, si eran amigos o enemigos, si era mi hogar o estaba

Author's note: The following poem was published yesterday January 23rd on Steemit in Spanish language. Source of the image Non stop breaker drill works the floor slab eager to destroy  the world

What is on the other side of the mirror? Will there be any new world or a reverse world? Is it a portal to other universe or to a world of light and darkness? .-.-.-. What is on the other side of the

Stars falling down... Lights going out... Back to the past... The first ones we could asked... What was it like in the beginning??? Did he ever get horny? Did he even look at her tits for a minute? Or

Blue is the sky on a hot summer's day, blue is the sea, rolling in from afar, blue is my heart with the Capricorn moon. Red was my dress as I danced in bare feet, red was my fire with my memories clear,

Fuente RESPIRAR Un logro elevado a su máximo exponente, una sutil aventura que me ha llevado de la mano por insospechadas rutas entre montañas y ciudades, entre manantiales y el mar bravío. Bajo tormentas

Fuente No hay mal que por bien no venga, para extasiar los anhelos, tan solo hacen falta las ganas y una paciente indolencia. Porque si he de ser veraz me tocará hasta mentir, y procurar no herir los alimentos

Fuente Es difícil contar las estrellas porque en su variedad está la amplitud del infinito, está el destino jugando las barajas de las tentaciones mientras se divierte en estrategias primorosas. Como si

Fuente Prefiero marcharme hacia tus profundidades que estar embriagado, por ilusiones vacías que van minando los sentidos, debilitando el deber, en una angosta cornisa que pone en peligro el firmamento.

Fuente Subiendo tan alto que puedo soñar, en multicolores anhelos de luz, que alivian las ansias ocultas en la cruz, que doblega mis rodillas y me impiden andar. He podido superar mis temores centenarios

Fuente Solo deseo estar donde nació la quietud, donde la claridad ondea su estandarte, el mismo lugar que necesita mi esencia para asirse al porvenir. Planteamiento de falsedades que pretende esgrimir

Jauría inmensa terrible que ataca, como si su furia jamas se termina, no encuentro salida, razón que fulmina, ahora estoy lejos sintiendo resaca. Por los parcos excesos que permite la piel, falta ser libre

Her melancholy gaze on those melancholy days Will forever scar your soul A window facing in, to her dark world of sin But her truth will never be told Hiding all the pain, with nothing left to gain Her

When things are normal, they’re out of sync When you’re nice and level, you’re on the brink The light will shine, and it will burn But in the dark, you will yearn You’re all alone and by yourself Finding

☆☆☆ A moment is born in the Now But then it was so much better But I do not know Witch of them is greater. ☆☆☆ I survived the moment somehow And thought of myself to be greater I allow myself to be a know-how

THE FLIGHTS OF EASE . . Love was like a Horse: Free – Strong – Gracious. Love now is like the Mule: Still strong; but restrained, and sad. . . So do my eases take flight, As I am plunged into pensiveness.

These poems belong to the collection of poems: Del fuego de los días, published in a limited personal edition. fountain To the poet Servando Garcés F. † A man facing the sea dies with his heart in his