Te quiero bien – poema

Te quiero bien sin dudas, sin rencores sin celos, ni temores; ausente de pasiones, e inhundada en razones. A corazón lleno, como se quiere lo merecido, lo trabajado y lo ganado. Como el valor no codiciado, te quiero bien. Te entiendo como se absorbe lo estudiado, como...
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Bird house – a poem

When the music stops there's dreadful silence. Someone who sounds like you is not you. Blissful moments cannot be replicated. It's unfair to measure the present with yesterday's tape. This suit does not fit, but it's the only clothes I have. It's either this or being...
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Carnal – a poem

Squat in the sin of your virile surface Offer my flowers as gift that open, so that you may come in... be transported to earthy bliss. Animal instincts rush through my veins. Lips open, moans are loud. I drink from your mouth, the passion rises. Want to close my eyes,...
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To have and not to hold

I have found it and it flows like a river with waters that run deep and calm. I have found it and this river is clean. It harbors abundant life. I have found it and even from afar its memory brings me a smile. Its heart is a safe haven for my heart. There is no need...
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Casita de pájaro

Cuando cesa la música solo queda el silencio. No es lo mismo tocar como tu, que ser tu. Los momentos perfectos no pueden replicarse. Es injusto medir el presente con cinta del pasado. Este traje no me sirve, pero es el único que tengo. O me lo pongo o me desnudo....
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Prayer for an Angel

The ones you took for granted who now you view from afar with tears in your eyes regretting what you destroyed The gifts you pissed away... The talent you wasted... And you look from afar feeling undeserving of the love that was once yours of the ones you fooled the...
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The calling

  What do you want from me? The noise is gone. Now there is just a cloud that travels through the vastness of my consciousness. Sometimes it lets the light shine through; and others not. What am I good for? I'm ripe and ready. My clothes are on. My hair is done....
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Final feliz – poema

El final nunca es feliz, pues no es final. Las flores se marchitan, la pasión perece; el drama crece y al romance inhabilita. La música cesa, el vino seca; las miradas ya no fijan, a penas cruzan. Las sonrisas no enternecen, los toques no electrifican; al amor lo...
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Resignación – poema

Rondando por el blog "Recetas de Motivación Personal", me encontré con la entrevista del Chef Pablito con Alguien. Fui a su blog y me encontré con esta poesía, bella por cierta y como mi corazón hoy está un poco partío y comparto con él las ansias de que me abrace la...
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Te soñé

Como si fuera ayer y nada hubiese pasado entre nosotros Como si la distancia fuera un fantasma de una pesadilla que nunca tuvimos Me sonreías con esos labios que tantas veces besé y de tus ojos emanaba paz y comprensión Me sentí en el cielo como solía después de hacer...
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Casita de pájaro

Cuando cesa la música solo queda el silencio. No es lo mismo tocar como tu, que ser tu. Los momentos perfectos no pueden replicarse. Es injusto medir el presente con cinta del pasado. Este traje no me sirve, pero es el único que tengo. O me lo pongo o me desnudo....
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Tu maldición – poema

  No es una playa vacía, sino el agua que está fría. No es la neblina eterna, sino la cama sin piernas. No es un brujo en San Juan fumando cigarros con velones prendidos y fotografías al revés. No es una muñeca vudú comprada en eBay, punzanda en tus partes que no te...
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Momentos

Cerré los ojos y al abrirlos encontré tu sonrisa; y al tomarme de mano me guiabas en un círculo de danzas en el pasto de esa pequeña loma en la cual, sólo minutos antes, las vacas comían en tranquilidad. Respiré sociego y empaté tu sonrisa, sintiendo gozo... del tipo...
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Amor del negrito

Amo a Quisqueya con sus buenas y sus malas, su bullicio empedernido, su basura y su smog; la sonrisa de los fruteros en las calles llenas de tràfico, los tígueres en los barrios con sus patas sucias y sus cacuchas, el fuifuio de los hombres a las mujeres en la calle,...
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Bayou con Dios

Departed swampy lands in search for brighter scenery. Alligators with mouths wide open craved your joy. In that murky water you left your shackles, tears and filth. Lighter now, you get buried on that crystal sand beach. You shed your body, but the energetic trash...

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Of mantras and eternal love

I keep your letter; four pages of lengthy stream. Because anything worth saying is worth repeating. You said. I love you. I love you? I love you! Like a mantra, repeated over and over until it wills you into a trance. Like a bond; a fragile note reminiscent of...

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Ode to impermanence

Sway to the bittersweet ballad of beautiful things coming to an end. The melancholy of joy intermixed with sorrow Parting from a presence that will never leave you Saying goodbye to yourself Move to the beat of impermanence, tears of joy in a static embrace. The...

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Casita de pájaro

Cuando cesa la música solo queda el silencio. No es lo mismo tocar como tu, que ser tu. Los momentos perfectos no pueden replicarse. Es injusto medir el presente con cinta del pasado. Este traje no me sirve, pero es el único que tengo. O me lo pongo o me desnudo....

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Bird house – a poem

When the music stops there's dreadful silence. Someone who sounds like you is not you. Blissful moments cannot be replicated. It's unfair to measure the present with yesterday's tape. This suit does not fit, but it's the only clothes I have. It's either this or being...

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The word

Words are cheap, but invaluable when they speak of the abundance of the heart. Emotions are male, aggressive rapists impregnating the mind. Thoughts bud like daffodils early Spring. Some bloom, others perish with their essence inside. But the mind is always pregnant,...

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Losing you

  Missing you is hearing your drums when I play my guitar. It's picturing curls as I drive in my car. It's grasping for air. It's batting the wind. Having you is sweetly fictitious for truth is a bummer; as actual as Olaf  in the dead of summer. It is fleeting....

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Becoming

I have poetry in my heart from the beauty I've seen, from the lives I've lived, from the loves I've loved. I've got waves of wonder pouring out of my heart, with stretches of blue,white and gold sand. I've got serenity in sea... the sound of movement, deep breaths,...

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The excuse

I'm not your love; the one who keeps you up at night staring at the ceiling. I'm the one you took for granted when you thought you could do better. Now you know that "better" is loving and being loved. I'm the one who talks back; who didn't compromise essence for...

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Essentials

Take the words and leave me breath Take the house and leave my home Take the passion and leave my love Take me in pieces and leave me whole Grab the rocks and leave the strength Search for beginnings and leave the ends Grab the flower and let it rain Essentials Let...

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