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2/15/2006 MESSAGE FOR LAURITAHello Laurita:)! I am sorry to say you that at the moment I am occupied very and I must just a short time to write.I could write here more some poems but it seems to me that still I must polish them a little. Although it can seem by the letters and composition of my poems that I have much facility at the time of writing them, nothing else far from the reality. It costs me enough to find the exact inspiration and words that desire to use when expressing to me. As you say that you are fan mine and I do not want defraudarte, here I place one to you but that you know that I will take in updating blog (if everything goes well it can be that updates it before the predicted thing). Kisses and thanks.
P.D.: if you have a blog I would like to visit it for leaving comments and know about you.
"THE SILENCE WORTH"
I do not let think about you. I want to show itself to the window and to see in the rainbow your reflected face.
The love that lives in my chest, like prisoner who fulfills sentence, he is strong and powerful and it fights to escape towards outside.
More painful it is silence, That one not to say anything, that as much it bothers to you when breakfast with you each morning.
If the shyness is a disease, I must be in final stage, because although I try it with you I cannot speak.
I would like to tel you precious things, What my to speak became poet language! That my mind invented fantastic worlds where to shelter to us like ascetas.
But everything what I say is fantasy. The one that disturbs my mind, the one that does not let to me rest neither at night nor by day only because in my dreams always you are present.
But as you know what by you I feel, if I am dumb and not of birth, I do not dare to look at you and less still, throw out of my thought.  This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 Spain License. NEW SAP"ONLY THEN"
When the heart of the men becomes a heavy lead stone When it forgets the last time that the tears appeared of my eyes When the sky stops being blue and he becomes toxic, suffocating black and When the ice of Antarctica melts and raises the level of the Oceans When the rivers of the continents so are contaminated that no longer they inhabit nor the fish When the laughter of a boy is only listened to in old cedés pirates When to watch your eyes before it must dust my soul When for darte a kiss must open my portfolio and remove a checkbook When it throws the Vista back and it sees that my life has been a way in circle When to know what is to love it has perdonarte your lies When my nightmares become in fact and her my demons leave When for hacerte happy he must resign to which I am Then and only then... I will say to you that no longer I love to you
"SURELY THAT WE ARE THE MOST INTELLIGENT ANIMAL?"
From mid the 70 we are loading the planet, with so many remainders, toxic gases and cutting of trees that they will take us destruction to the Earth.
To take care of our house it seems lie that we have not learned. because it is not only our home but also he will be the one of our children.
The voice of the poor men it is never listened, why they are the politicians but to help the needed people.
The poverty and misery of those abandoned it does not shake it entrails of the Chiefs of State, that they refuse to give 0.7 % although food in its plate exceeds to them.
Gentlemen presidents, they do not spend my money in arms. Nobody wants the war, the world shouts: what already comes wished La Paz!
There are so many interests in this capitalist world, that nobody is already brother of anybody, only prime the greed.
By a gram of drug there is people that he is able to kill its father, that does not make nor the vultures rotten When they are dead of hunger.
You know racist them that nobody is pure nor better because servant has itself inside a nation.
The borders are in the maps. The love, in the heart. I am citizen of the world and what I think writing comes next.
When somebody requests aid to you it gives it to it without hesitation, because one never knows if it will be seen in similar situation.
After these verses that they try to concienciar, I return to do the question to me: we are readiest really? This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 Spain License. THE NIGHTMARES ALSO EXIST IN THE LAND OF THE DREAMSI do not identify myself with this time in which alive. I do not share habits, likings, customs nor tastes with my generation. I feel like a rare tiny beast, like somebody Bohemian, out of phase, displaced in this globalizado world. The romanticism flows by my arteries and veins feeding this poor heart, that it sinks in the sea of the solitude in which lives. I never thought that it could dare to me to write these words, fruit perhaps of twisted thoughts, fruit perhaps of the frustration of which, after many meditations, it reaches a devastating conclusion for itself. I cannot resign to my life, since they did the romantic ones of century XIX, because this one is everything what I have. There is a phrase that way that says that the life is like a script of cinema in target, whose content we wrote throughout our ephemeral existence. To my I would like that this script was not lost. That people read it and will take it screen to the great of its heart. What we will have left when we have not gone definitively? Only the people of the surroundings closest will intensify the flame of our memory. But when they also disappear then our flame in this world will have been extinguished for always. Why not to live in the memory of future generations, since the writers and poets do. That literary immortality that is nourished of the human passions, that although they change and they are distorted with the passage of time, they are essentially always the same ones. You excuse my osadía, I do not try to equal itself in height to the one of these great historical personages, only the time will be witness of my work and it will place to me in the site that deserves to me. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 Spain License. |
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