How traumatic it is to talkHow easy to confessWith loneliness. Silence that exudesCalm that inhalesNor judgeNor prejudgesBut…Nor haranguesNor reflectsOnlyUnchanging… Silence. Stealth in the homeIn every instanceAntithesis of bustleWhen it inhabits it. She wears a colourA scent she exhalesA laughter that inspiresThe desire to kiss her. She attracts with her figureEven more with her talkTurns your... Leer más →
Moment…
They areThey'll beAlways one … The more anxious of themWonders dailyWhen will they be unitedFor all eternity? O.
Desearía…
Si una estrella fugazMe concediese un deseoLe pediría modificarLas siluetasDel solPor tus ojosDe la lunaPor tu sonrisa O.
Tell me…
Someone…Has subdued your spiritwhispering in your earcombusting your soulsetting your universe on firewith sensual wordserotic versesor simple kisseson the path of your neck… He has bristled your muscular tensionrecreating glacial spasmstransferring polar climaxes… He has combined his lust and his handsshuddering your torsorounding your aureolesto a vile empytonationmassaging your pelvisas he engulfs you… Some delighthas... Leer más →
I…
There are so many things I would say to youI would write to you… But…I'd rather waitTill I can tattoo them on you every day… O. (Lo sabes...)
Playing…
Translucent enamelDesignOn my backThe ultimate tattoo. Without drawingDefinitiveWith no other placeTo hold on toWhen the zenithRises impetuousUntimelyImpossible to doseNor tameA sexual short circuitIndependentAutonomousCurrent. Two highwaysDelimit the roadFitThey feel complacentBody climateAfter the double zenith. ... O.
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 →
SHE…HER MOMENT
SHE... AND HER MOMENT On her knees Bloodied Desperate ... She pleaded. She couldn't say a word, without the strength to get up She could no longer continue the struggle. Her body cruelly disfigured, dismembered, joints accustomed after a daily "routine". Eyes made up in a purple colour that did not match her pupils. Which... Leer más →
LUCES Y SOMBRAS 
Qué hermoso…”escuchar el silencio”…
Que hermoso…creo que en esos instantes se posa el silencio más precioso que puede existir entre dos almas danzando…
Los he visto…luceros que tocan y abrazan quedando eternamente…
[…] Cómo… […]
Me gustó. Hay encanto, hay magia. Buen domingo O.