Source   Free from yesterday, today she boldly With laughing greeting she envelops me on awakening Surprised at her sight, I draw her a short smile And alone she leaves me as she goes without delay Nostalgia

Source   I do not know the sweet and gentle face of love, Nor the daily longing of its soft step. No memories, no deep emotions. The love of others, a mystery to me, A curiosity that brings only misery.

Source   My words fall asleep, but my hands are restless. They are instincts that life itself has when it can't even think. I face the sheet of paper, which is blank waiting for me to express myself. I

Image   He decided to be rain, to fall into my life, and I love to get wet, to feel its caress. Fresh as a drop of dew, he woke up my days, with coffee and warm kisses, filled with joy. Wrapped in its

Image   The horizon melts in golden hues Reflecting the passion of the sky in the sea The birds dance in the air, weightless While the waves sway to the wind's beat In this ethereal instant, reality fades

Image   She goes in and out of my body as she pleases, capricious and playful without control. There are no locks or doors to stop her, she is immune to all attempts at control. Her breasts hold the keys

Image   Under the blanket of water, your hands dance, Liquid caresses, an echo of desire, The path on my skin, a shiver, Your imagined presence, my soul reaches. Drop by drop, in my crotch it slides, Water

Image   The desire of my thinking grows strong, It feeds on dreams that never cease. I cannot caress you, my inert beloved, My awakened soul, searching for you among the heath. It is in vain to love you

Image   Let me retreat to dreams this mind does keep, Where rest brings balm no mortal plight exceeds. In soul's fair fields no banishment it heeds, But consolation sows what waking reaps. From guilt or

Image   My love, our life has paths yet left to roam, Adventures calling just beyond our sight. I'd help your darkest fears see daylight bright And lead you from their shadows safely home. We'll leap into

Image   These hands of mine across the page now glide Tracing words whose meaning's shape they've spanned More times than memory itself can bide Beneath your palm - who understands my hand? What truths

Image   I thrust my hips into the beat, sensual pudent, dance of desire, you hung my embrace on the bold knob, together we stumbled, in passion we recreate. Pulse quickens as I brush against your skin,

Image   Even if life takes us down different paths, and our bodies never meet again, in memory, you will always be my prince, my lover, my illusion, my eternal reality. Because passion, like a burning

Image   The words I long to say yet hold my silent tongue, Not knowing if your heart still holds me in its grace. As waves upon the shore their endless song has sung Their message here may speak what I

Image   I have given myself to the passion of my verses, like a nymph in deep ecstasy, my pen dances with rhythm and dazzle, in love, I write with inverse ardour. The words flow like mighty rivers, flowing

Image   The inclement calendar that is stripping away The leaves of time where love lived It only leaves in my hands a memory, taking What remains at the bottom of my empty soul. I close my eyes and I

Image   In the dreams of the night, I'll carry you in my arms On boreal paths, where the wind surrounds us With a soft whisper, you'll speak in my ear And in your laughter, I'll find my refuge and my shelter

Image   My soul cast away thoughts of days gone by, When in thy presence all else quickly faded, As rapt mind and heart held you captivated, Yet to try to forget proves a vain effort, For even in my dreams

Image   Where were you last night, while I was moonless? Your sleepless absence kept me with longing and grief While in other arms, you were making merriment Leaving this wanting in flames and affliction

Image   I am peace yet harbinger of strife, Bounty and privation intertwined. Within my soul contrasted states unite, An inner landscape shifting, contramined. Calm ocean waves and tempest's raging roar,