SONG

I'll let a song take flight,
a song for life.
Just a music to stain life,
so that life may have a melody.
A song only mine,
a melody for me.
With trumpets, with its own music,
a poem turned into my music.
Music for the everyday,
to fill life with light.
Poems to be sung again and again,
music to draw a curtain on each day of mine.
Notes for living,
notes for one,
invisible song.
Amidst the electric music,
notes of sweetness untamed.
Music for intimacy,
sounds to reflect myself,
poems that are set free,
in those soft sounds.

That music for one,
music for flying,
to speak the soul.
Poems with air,
music of the air,
air to float.
My melody,
to save,
that life
of one.

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CLOCK

Song from the beyond

from the other side of life.

We, the dead, are singing

now, for a while, we descend from heaven.

Straight from heaven, we,

from where there is no return, in Paradise.

We will show a world for a moment,

that world where souls play at living,

where souls gently sway.

From the other side of everything,

moments to have fun,

a little while of games,

for us.

Visiting,

for a while,

rocking the air,

with a subtle perfume,

we, the dead.

We, the non-living,

descend for a while,

a while of love,

it is the company,

of angels.

The good ones,

those of us who fly,

from Paradise, for a while,

at your side so you feel better,

to pour a little scented air.

A little of the best, without clocks,

far from the clock of life,

we, the dead,

accompany you,

and the clock stopped,

an instant,

for you,

with love.

Timeless love,

far from the clocks,

love from the beyond.

And then everything starts,

and the clock will work again.

Between heaven and earth, a recess,

and life pauses for a moment.

And everything is perfumed,

without a clock.


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HUGS
It's lovely to see others love each other,
tender hugs, kisses between sweethearts.
In the land of others, between kisses and hugs,
I like to see the love in other people.
It's lovely to see love,
the love of others.
That love which is not for me,
love, and more love everywhere.
Love in the corners and in the streets.
Love, no matter what it's like, because it is love.
Love forbidden to some, which flourishes in others,
Peeking stealthily at what I'll never have again,
gazing with greedy eyes at love,
that love denied to me.
How beautiful is love,
that love of others.
How sad it is not to have love,
while I console myself by watching,
that love which is lovely to see in others.
That miracle that exists throughout life,
people, souls, with love,
carnal love of others,
love to sigh for,
impossible love.
While we watch,
we sigh for love,
that love that won't come, nor do we expect it to.
Hugs and kisses, lost and absent,
while we rejoice in seeing the love of strangers,
Impossible love, yearned-for love, love that we lack,
love that embraces, even if it's others, how wonderful it is to be loved.
Love absent in us, love brilliant in others,
sad nostalgia for kisses and hugs,
while we watch the others.


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Miracles of the soul,

in the radiance, in the Light,

in the grace of seeing.

Beyond the darkness,

in the world of the light,

in the accompanied soul.

Miracles of Grace,

in the airs of virtue.

Sinners, in spite of everything,

seeking to be better.

In the world that stains us,

in life with its sharp edges.

Among shadows, and temptations,

giving thanks for everything,

between the good and the bad.

Knowing far from appearances,

listening to the illuminated heart.

Between virtue and sin, walking,

choosing between the paths, between trails.

Illuminated, sinners, among our shadows.

In the miracle of having been able to see the light,

chosen, illuminated by the Word,

fortunate to be able to listen,

to the language of Love,

that love of Light.

Miracles of the Light,

in the mundane world,

in times of lies,

sinners with lights and shadows.

Rich in the light, in the world,

souls that go about,

among the children of evil,

among lies,

that corrode,

alive souls,

precious

souls.


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The Other Side
Far away, deep within,
secrets of lives, of the other,
of the other, of myself.
Unspeakable life secrets,
dark desires of one.
In the most desolate part of life,
in the agitated, in the other.
Stories that pass through one,
at the mercy of desires.
Melodies that set the stage,
strange hidden worlds.
On the other side, those secrets,
unspeakable pleasures.
Unknown practices, lust,
hands that take over.
On that hidden other side of so many,
in lust, without limits.
Between the pleasure of flogging life,
locked-up worlds.
In the most hidden part of pleasures,
between pleasure and pain.
Flogging life in intimacy,
secret games of some.
Where nothing is what it may seem,
it's the unspeakable game.
Between unspeakable adult games,
where nothing is ever enough.
In the other doors of the other wall,
on the other side, games.
Very private adult games,
for slaves and masters,
Female slaves and male slaves who surrender,
masters and mistresses of others.
In secret chambers of minds,
overpowered minds,
bodies and souls tied to the other wall.
When desire triumphs,
corrupted worlds of lust.
On the other side of the castle,
in another world in the rules of pleasure,
on another side of pain and of joy.

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"LOOPS"
Waves, of my walking,
full of loops,
my story.
Those stories,
of life swaying,
among the bubbles, in the sea.
In the sea of fresh blood water,
in the salty life, full of the salt of life.
In the heartbeat,
of thinking and feeling,
in that changing moment,
in my endless story of splendor.
In the path,
in the walking,
in my becoming,
among shadows,
in my paths,
in the focus of the light,
traveling in waves.
Again and again,
always,
I,
I and others,
in that sharing,
between others and myself.
Fighting,
surviving,
on the border of something,
that something that resonates with me.
In the exception,
of floating.
I,
I and you,
you and others,
and among others,
between hearts,
in the midst of waves.
Those waves that we release,
in that moment we create around us,
on the other side, in that place,
unexplored place,
among others,
and me.
Stories,
ways of being,
among other worlds,
varying perspectives.
Between dreams and that other waking,
skeins that are woven and unraveled.
Moments to change,
while everything,
passes,
sometimes,
everything passes,
and everything begins,
anew, in those waves,
that we carry within us,
waves of everyone,
signals.
Loops,
threads of days,
that keep changing,
between our own rhythm,
between waves of others,
discovering,
those steps,
of living,
in you,
and
in others.
Making bubbles,
every day, every moment.
Without knowing,
marking eras,
of that passing of life.



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LO MAS BELLO:

Reflejos de lo más bello,

lo más hermoso, incontenible,

espejos de todo lo que hay fuera.

Recogiendo la esencia,

entregando gotas de lo más bello.

Tamizados por el alma, miradas al más allá.

Tomando lo mejor,

observando,

bailando entre ondas,

caminando,

embriagado por todo.

Amado por la vida,

mirando el florecer de todo,

mimado por la vida,

sensibles a la belleza.

Creando reflejos,

reflejos de lo más bello.



THE MOST BEAUTIFUL:

Reflections of what is most beautiful,
the loveliest, uncontainable,
mirrors of everything outside.
Gathering the essence,
handing over drops of the most beautiful.
Filtered by the soul, with eyes on the beyond.
Taking in the best,
observing,
dancing among the waves,
walking,
intoxicated by it all.
Loved by life,
watching everything blossom,
spoiled by life,
sensitive to beauty.
Creating reflections,
reflections of what is most beautiful.

No matter how,
rescuing something important,
only the heart that flutters when it's moved.
Of the sublime,
shadows of the light you can't touch,
that which is both in and outside of life,
going out to gather beauty for us,
for you, moments that are a reflection of what is most beautiful.
Reflections of what is most beautiful,
the loveliest, uncontainable,
mirrors of everything outside.
Gathering the essence,
handing over drops of the most beautiful.
Filtered by the soul, with eyes on the beyond.
No matter how,
rescuing something important,
only the heart that flutters when it's moved.
Of the sublime,
shadows of the light you can't touch,
that which is both in and outside of life,
going out to gather beauty for us,
for you, moments that are a reflection of what is most beautiful.



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