Jav 토렌트

"Money in blue dream"

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When I wrote this poem, back in 2004 , I was inhabiting the final years of my 80's. I said from the old man who intends to be, this:

"Roads"

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In the eighties

Maybe my suffering humanity

and I fill cavities and gray

or ceases to be a blind fool

that his boat tied to the fate

to be one with muse

Maybe my back counterfeit

lugging the blood of my limits

solo that I played with dice

most blatant stigma past

I wonder if in a thick green smoke

scratch fit of humility

that until it rains octogenarian

life in its immense beauty

when has learned to say words

incoherent to whom I am a fool

but unquestionably full of tenderness

Then ... between the lights of latter days

quietly addressed my old body

I have lived in beautiful evening assault on

in a wonderful light beam

rolled down my innocence and my face

in tears lilting

having heard the voice of my way

Arrival full of loneliness and Placencia

filled with voices that do not have time

from a mob that robs me

this bit of wisdom with thousands of accents

to embroider the moon and their loops from this hammock

that rebels be decorated only

a

sunset sailor who just

colors of a life backwater

happy event of failure

of brilliance that left letters

for mundane purposes not know what

always eerily tied

my walk fraught with omens

eye beautiful soft eyes

moons of warm beaches framed

that window the world of songs

of kisses delight ... and miracles

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One of

These licenses give the writing, the conquest of this " alter ego" we have a miracle future ...

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"Sunset 80"

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PD: Many thanks to all those kind readers who have come in these two weeks I've been away, make me feel that my lyrics am alive, that in my lyrics take refuge skins and hearts and souls ... I do not know, but with whom-so sorry, we have much in common that perhaps I never suppose distant from Allah the day in 2007 when I created this BLOG, this window open to my rants .

"A cool night"

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