Of craving frenzy, my skin shuddered. I pretended to be unfazed for another to be in love. Load with this load of condemnation to my back. I drew an intricate tangle of almanacs every morning Trying to

I am the sirens song, the being that feeds your joys, the breeze that blows your hair, dreams you deny telling, the fruit that devours your mouth, the thirst that drowns your voice, The smile of a child,

Love does not create tears of blood, they are created by the abandonment of the days in which you walked the fields of the illusion trapped in the arms of emotional feelings. Love inspires the sweet troubadour

Sometimes  I see the negative in the reflections of my neurons that analyze the  behavior of adult beings dressed in cruel inspirations in sarcastic  fallacies. Sometimes  I observe my companions in the

The  velvety feature of the blushes, shows the subtle whims of your lips  swollen with the insatiable enjoyments of your desires in pleasant  touches. Your  tuned voice begets the sounds that tenderly

 If we exist, we live from nothing.   If  I pay attention to the twilight of my life.   If a star shines in the sky. Maybe he does not believe in anything or anyone. He hears how beautiful

Exhausted my sight beautiful tanned complexion,feed my life, undo your wishes wet waters. You run wild by the shore of the beach feeling the sand touching your legs in small lumps. You throw your body

I wrote this poem a long time ago and I never knew why. Just start writing as I am doing now while commenting on it. I hope you enjoy it as I enjoy writing and its deep meaning. How beautiful is living

I will whip my body until tired Getting to vomit the soul From its insides. I will take and I will pledge my soul to the bidder of my life to which I will deliver the beautiful teachings of my days. I

I love you and I'm changing the way I see your eyes desperate for my wishes. You long for one of my faces that they fly very high the unhappy feelings. In the distance, I've seen you exiled from my fervent

Of the swallows that flew the air of your eyes, only the memories remain. In my life there is only one fateful hope to live the illusion adrift. The inclement abode of sadness tore the eyes of the beautiful

In the morning of your love! Luminous crystals overwhelmed my eyes. I quenched my thirst in the rivulet of your petting. I jumped the parapet of shyness. I gave my crops, to feed your love. Light came