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Originalmente publicado en Espacio de Palabras de Luz:
Daughter of the moon I adore you and I love you as a daughter of the moon, as a gentle breeze that caresses, with tenderness, your eternal and pure melancholy. I love…

Originalmente publicado en Espacio de Palabras de Luz:
SHARP KNIVES Sharp knives nailing my bowels, they cut my light sighs, in the white darkness. Interrupted sighs, in empty, abandoned hotels, in this sad destination. I dedicate risky and I capture.…

Originalmente publicado en Espacio de Palabras de Luz:
Hope… Rattlesnakes snapped in the immensity of the white clouds like soft cottons of sugar cane. Silkworms turned into strange, subtly iridescent pupae, when the cold dawn cleared. And with the sweet…

THOSE SORRY EYES Like that gigantic wave that breaks against the cliff, that bravery, that genius, contains the most unsuspected mysteries… Like that crying child feeling the maternal absence those sad eyes discover what in your background it remains hidden…. … Seguir leyendo →

Your eyes speak to me Your eyes speak to me among so many people like a wind whip between so many joys and sorrows like the whisper of a poplar that curls towards the sky… Your eyes speak to me … Seguir leyendo →

The sunshine of my life Let me breathe just a moment that fresh air of freedom with the dawn of the morning. Let me breathe the soft mist, limpid of every new morning… Under the skies from Asia I’ll find … Seguir leyendo →

Silver brilliant oceans Sharp knives nailing my bowels, they cut my light sighs, in the white darkness. Interrupted sighs, in empty, abandoned hotels, in this sad destination. I dedicate risky and I capture. Sharp knives break the silver threads of … Seguir leyendo →

Mundu ederra amestuz Mundu ederra amestuz maitasun garbiko eguzki argiko. Aire freskoa amestuz haize garbiko, milaka urteko zuhaitz zaharreko. Gizon berriak amestuz arima garbiko, mila kolore harroputzeko. Une magikoa amestuz ilbeteetako, itsaso zilarreztatu neurrigabeko. Zeru neurrigabea amestuz hodei zuriko, izar … Seguir leyendo →

Dreaming a beautiful world Dreaming… Dreaming a beautiful world of pure loves of clear suns. Dreaming of fresh air of pure winds, of old millenary trees. Dreaming a new man of pure souls, of thousand fatuous colors. Dreaming a magic … Seguir leyendo →

Sonhando … Sonhando com um mundo bonito de amores puros de sóis claros. Sonhando com ar fresco de ventos puros, de velhas árvores milenares. Sonhando com um novo homem de almas puras, de mil cores fatuas. Sonhando com um momento … Seguir leyendo →