THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

Reflections of what is most beautiful,
the most lovely, unrestrained,
mirrors of everything that is outside.
Gathering the essence,
delivering drops of the most beautiful,
filtered by the soul, glances to the beyond.

It doesn't matter how,
rescuing something important,
only the heart that beats when it's moved.
Of the sublime,
shadows of the intangible light,
that which is inside and outside of life,
going out to collect beauty for us,
for you, moments of a reflection of the most beautiful.


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GIFTS

A gift, a detail.
Something for you,
something to give away,
something from me for you,
a little of my little bit.
Beautiful words from my sea,
poems disguised as letters.
A little of my life, of time.
A piece of myself, to give to you.
Gifts with a soul, wrapped in words,
poems for everyone, no need to pay anything.
From the distance of my heart, something of my intimacy,
I know it's a poor gift that has no value,
gifts that cannot be commercialized,
gifts for you strangers.
A little of my life wrapped,
in my seas of days,
to resonate in you,
if you want it,
they're free,
for everyone,
with love,
letters...





REGALOS



Un regalo,un detalle.

Algo para ti, 

algo para regalar,

algo de mí para ti, 

un poco de lo poco de mí.

Bonitas palabras de mi mar, 

poemas disfrazados de letras.

Un poco de mi vida, de tiempo.

Un trozo de mí mismo, para regalarte.

Regalos con alma, envueltos de palabras, 

poemas para todos, sin necesidad de pagar nada.

Desde la lejanía de mi corazón, algo de mi intimidad, 

ya sé que es un pobre regalo que no tiene valor, 

regalos que no se pueden mercantilizar,

regalos para vosotros desconocidos.

Un poco de mi vida envuelta, 

en mis mares de los días, 

para resonar en ti, 

si lo quieres, 

son gratis, 

para todos,

con amor,

letras...

PIANO

Dreamed of piano music,
piano I never played,
music absent from me.
Sad childhood desires,
piano too expensive,
too much a luxury for me,
distant music for nothing.
And life passed without learning,
clumsy hands, clumsy fingers,
poor sight, and far from the piano.
That piano I long for when I see it,
that music I never learned,
too poor for pianos.
But the piano melodies continue,
those pianos, that music, resonate,
the music of others that plays,
in the melancholy of listening,
while the music rumbles.
I take refuge in the keys,
of the computer and bang,
on that unfinished poem,
on that music of my life,
that takes the form of verses.
A substitute for music,
those paintings, those letters,
for a deaf music,
in the melody of my life.
While others play,
putting on that music,
that background music,
that soundtrack
of life that beats,
that beats in the air,
while I listen,
other pianos in me.
Music that now resonates
in my verses,
like a sad copy,
of the dreamed music.

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FRIENDS

Friends,
let's go,
let's go dance,
let's be.
Let's be happy,
let love bloom,
good vibrations,
let's dance and sing.
Let's make life,
let life be better,
let's emanate that love,
love for happiness.
A better world for everyone.
for everyone, a happy world.
For my friends in the world,
for everyone, beautiful poems,
to plant seeds of happiness.
Let's dance with the melodies of the world,
let's dance with the poems that float,
poems to make the heart sing.
Seeds thrown for my friends.
for everyone, everyone friends,
without wars, with love,
poems to love,
peace in our souls.
Let's all go,
everyone to sing,
to dance everyone,
to croon,
to be happy,
to love.
Friends,
my friends,
for everyone,
for the world,
happiness for all.
Words to dance with,
a voice for happiness,
with love my words,
poems to be sung,
words to hug you with love.
Verses, prose, with soul to give happiness,
friends, walk the path of words,
words to dream that happiness spills over everyone.
Friends,
my friends,
my dear friends,
for you, winds of love,
words so the world can be happy.
Winds of love spilled for everyone,
air of happiness that the wind of love carries you away,
love in drops to be collected by thirsty hearts.
My friends, a little poetry to wish you happiness from the heart,
with all my affection, winds of love and happiness in verses.


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The path has been long,
my path has been very long.
It's time to close the pages,
it's the end of my time, it's about time.
There's nothing left that can tie me down,
too many steps have been taken.
I leave nothing behind,
I did what was right.
I have fulfilled my duty,
I completed my mission.
I have had a good life,
let's give thanks for having so much.
I have been able to climb to the stars and contemplate them,
I have climbed those paths,
hills and slopes.
It's time,
to be ready,
to get prepared,
to abandon the baggage.
I've been lucky,
fortunate,
blessed,
to be,
to be who I am,
to have flown on Earth.
Grateful to be able to sleep peacefully,
I have a clear conscience,
despite being bad,
I can't give any more of myself.
Without fear of crossing to the other side,
the earth calls me,
it's about time.
Now, let's go,
I had my time,
it's time to get everything ready.
And no one will feel it,
and that's good,
to leave without a sound,
without fear.
This world,
this world is not mine,
it's time to cross,
time to close the book of life.
Meanwhile,
I will dream of the stars,
of the seas of distant waters,
and in the end I will leave without anyone missing me.
It's good to leave,
it's the law of life, I will reach the end,
I know I will have a good welcome,
they will accompany me on the other path to the end.
And whatever happens, the sun will rise again in the world,
and the stars will illuminate the nights.
My clock runs with haste,
and so, my path.

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Bad omens, airs of evil.
Moths, ants, dust,
life is *****, gray.
Future without a future,
in the fates,
in the gall.
Air,
gray air,
gray trails,
death here,
here, there,
far from good,
bad omens.
The skies are sad,
life is dying,
monsters grow.
Everything is twisting,
sowing sad airs,
over there, the scythes.
the edges of evil at the ready.
We close our eyes,
to not see the void.
Announced shadows,
bad bitter paths,
everything smells of corruption.
walking to the catastrophe.
Voices of misery, bad air,
everything is burning, everything is ablaze,
burnt air, bad weather.
Everything leads to the precipice,
humanity is corroding,
bad omens in the abyss,
Insects bringing us signals,
bad times for everyone to live,
messages from dusty times.

TRAPPED IN THE WORLD

Trapped in my worldly noise,
unwilling to look around.
Between the insatiable search
for that unending diversion.
Between concerts, zarzuelas,
operas, ballets, and theaters,
cinemas, for that distraction,
a futile way of not looking.
Filling myself with distraction,
without wanting to see anything.
Hoarding diversions,
that lead to nothing.
So as not to see anything,
to forget life,
to flee from everything,
from that world,
that traps me,
and that is not mine,
a world not dreamed of.
A world of nightmares,
to flee from in moments,
to waste time,
and look away,
and forget cruel reality.
A vain way of filling,
that time so as not to see,
that terrifying reality,
in a flight from everything,
so as not to hear my soul.

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