Dream

For you I was a poet one night in your arms
with you the night became fire between your legs
and groans of love for your pairies
I loved, love
your whole life
My arms envolp your waist
My hands drew your silhoutte
and my mouth sew embers across your face
that my kisses had left
like water filtering through the Earth
the proof of my love melted in your soul
and like sparks that jump out of a fire
I covered you with my kisses
My stare left you naked,
I took the secret of your soul.

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When the words don't reach
where the feelings don't end
when things stay inside
that the mouth doesn't express,
when the soul feels infinate
how can I begin to explain that the blood
in my heart doesn't stop
It's held back on the outside
and it stays still
without wings
and they give it words,
words that don't heal
the loneliness
but they try.
How can I say
that what I want are hands
arms
and legs that feel
that feel
the thorns of the way
the morning flowers
and above all your hands
with so many that touched
and with mine they stayed.
And above all your hair,
your face
and your whole body.
How can I say
that what I want is to lovwe you
you
Just you.....

Tired

Tired, friend
we want to awaken the guitar
so that it's song isn't drowned by the silence
friends
how tired are we
how tired
Let's go look for hopes in the flight of the birds
to get away from sadness
Friend,
however tired,
we move the rythm of the weight
so that the weight
won't be the tomb of memory nor absence.
Friend,
your will and my will
one day they will silence the noise of thier voices
so that they let our hearts beat.
Friend,
we are going, tired
but not destroyed
to take the claws
against the veils that cover the earth.
This way, friend
tired and silent
is the evidence of effort
to get out of sadness.....