Thinking…

I found myselfsitting on the sandat imaginary hours of the nightlike a soldier in his sentry boxthe watchman's guard. Watching its mesmerising calmfor its calm tranquillity clingingthe sea in all its reflective splendourwith all its plural immensity. In an unstable statefor being an ignorantto make a mockeryto something so important…The interrogation disarmed me. The inclusive... Leer más →

THE QUESTION…

Sitting on the sand looking out to sea watching the calm sea. He comes closer whispers to her short and simple words mute words for strangers Will you marry me? The sigh that lifts the air lets hear a chink the most important one. She looks into his eyes he doesn't avoid her he doesn't... Leer más →

Piece…

You are the piece of the puzzle That suddenly disappeared one day And that I've ended up finding. Stay with her You'll place it with your hand. In its place, in its time When you see fit When you consider it necessary. O.

Pieza…

Eres la pieza del puzzle Que desapareció un día de repente Y que he acabado encontrando. Quédate con ella La colocarás con tu mano En su lugar, en su momento Cuando lo creas oportuno Cuando lo sientas necesario. 0.

Baila…

Baila...Báilame... Danza rítmicaContoneo cadenciosoDe tu cuerpoAl ritmo frenéticoDe tu almaA los sones auspiciadosDe tu corazónLos susurros endiabladosDe tus sueñosDe tus esperanzas. Clávame tus cuestionarios ojosInmunes a mis encantosInquisidores al espectáculo... ExpectanteEnaltecidoTe miraréEnfrentando las miradasSin apelar lo derogadoÚnicamente observando. Tus ademanes dibujan deseosPasos que se acercanQue se retraenUn vaivén voluptuosoEnfermizoImantadoProvoca mi deseoDesbarajusta la añoranzaRematando la faenaEl... Leer más →

In a… (Sex)

In the anonymityof a train carriageof the penultimate odysseybefore closing the door of the night you don't ask for itnor demandYou're lying Your insinuating gestureproposes a scenesqueezing your bodyreleasing the warmth it expresses. A proposala moment…And your mouthher lipshis tonguemaking the glans his owncausing disturbing spasmsspecific havocwith his manoeuvre. With her lips she subdueswith her... Leer más →

Living…

Sometimes…It's better to waitThat magic alonePerform its miracleMaking up for the ordealWhile you remainIn the shadows. Others…Give time to timeLetting it passReordering the tornado generatedHealing the heartbeatThat anxious has disturbedUnited by a thin threadTaming its state. And those…Where wordsAre passing airInert gas dancing with the windIn the distance they grow old. Without thinkingWithout wasting precious... Leer más →

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