real

tus horrores despertaron a pesar mío
conservo intacta tu expresión pavorosa
aturdido con tus propios fantasmas
te veo partir
paisaje perplejo y desolado

your worst horrors woke up in spite of me
i kept your freaky expression unchanged
running away, pursued by your private fears
you are not alone
either am i

circles of times

seeking you
without find you
like a ghost
like an own private fantasy
waking up my forgotten poundings
lighting my desires
waiting, feeding
day after nights
rain after clouds
circles of times
doesn't seem the ending of the line
the outline of your presence still is on my rhyme

a bit darky

vanished. dissolved
faded out. melted away
passed out. passed away?
deleted

love and desires mixing confused
i don´t know about their measure
at the end, just only loneliness

your shadow is still around me...
the shadow of your trace...
the soul of your shadow
and so on...

love and desires coming loose
it´s not a peaceful emptiness
but it's almost quiet

august

light is changing
pinky clouds luring in the blue
purple lines wake up on the sky
warmer luminosity
day appears, sticking out shyly
night vanishes, turning back silently
eternal differences

goodbye

true tears
surprising death
noisy crowd
an empty place
she keeps looking for her feelings
without reaching them
at last, they come closer

weird all punks

not husband
not fiance
not boyfriend
not partner
not even friend

not marriage
not couple
not relationship
not lovers
maybe acquaintance?

not hope
not fantasy
not compromise
not ilusion
not a single confidence

not pretentions
just temptations...a few redemptions...
in any kind of sense

tiny poem

rainy saturday morning
beautiful
winter colours all around
leaves moving slowly
the wind seems to be disappeared
perpetual rhythming drops falling
nevertheless
the silent landscape sounds deeply