Thank you everyone,
thank you for existing.
Let's give thanks,
for all of us existing,
for all of us living,
miracles of living.
Make everything happen,
make the good grow.
It's the best to live,
it's beautiful to exist.
We are all worthy,
no one is left over.
Dance with me,
look in your mirror,
there is beauty there.
Everything is handsome,
look on the bright side,
listen to the positive.
We are all going to dance,
together or separate,
as you wish, just do it.
Make the world,
make your world,
It will be so much better.
We are all,
so much more.
Look at your side,
there is beauty,
Look at your side,
that beautiful side,
your good side,
make love,
love yourself a lot.
Explode with love,
make love, love,
feel the love,
love flourishes.
Always love,
in winter,
in summer,
always,
love.

With cold,
with heat,
always
with love.
Feel,
that love,
in there,
in you,
in everything,
there is love,
and it is good.
Everything flourishes,
intoxicated,
with love in everything,
in you, in everyone,
in me, in you.
Dance, and dance,
forget the fear,
let's all dance,
don't be afraid,
let everything flow,
and you will be super happy.
With love, everything is,
more, more, a volcano,
life is a magma,
for us all to live happily.
Pour love in streams,
love condensed in potions,
don't let them lie to you,
just speak the truth of loving,
love everyone, love yourself,
and everything will be fine,
life is for loving.
To do everything,
to do good for everyone.
to make a happy world,
no one is left over, forget the wars,
and sow love everywhere.
Put your heart to love every revolution.
Love, the heart is never old,
there is always time to love,
that Love with a capital L.
The answer is Love,
don't let yourself lack love.

----
https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/eres-lo-mas-poema

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.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/friends

Traigo sus ojos conmigo,
los llevo para poder observar de cerca
como él, para olvidarme, se aleja a toda prisa
magullando y lastimando sus encogidas huellas,
entre las espigas empalagosas,
más allá de una vieja y arcaica alameda.

El ya no huele a miel naranja en sus pupilas,
tiene tantas mentiras arrastrando por ese campo!
que las últimas primaveras que viva,
las vivirá fingiendo,
que ama los huecos de los árboles,
cuando yo sé muy bien,
que mueres por la alquimia filosofía.

Un día cualquiera, lo sé,
cuando el sol venza al fin su cansancio,
oxigenará su monótona vida
con alguna brisa perdida por el terruño,
y me recordará.
Me recordará en los murmullos opacos
y casi con amargura en su piel,
sabrá, que jamás pudo olvidarme,
a mi, a su única quimera endemoniada,
la que lo hacia encender
vibrar, morir y vivir.

Entonces, cuando los días se le acobarden
en los orgasmos,
clamara en silencio mis labios
y se maldecirá por haber dicho
tantas mentiras
y por ocultar tantas verdades.

Ya sabes que no te bendigo vida mía,
porque siempre yo fui, una mujer
con infiernos perversos, en los labios.

LAS PALABRAS QUE PARTIERON

Valentina de la Canal.
copyleft Reserved 2008

WE, THE LOSERS
We, who never win,
who lost all battles.
Failures, forgotten, losers,
lives wasted for nothing.

Those lives that never reached their peak,
fallen into oblivion, without triumphs in life.
Masterpieces of life that were lost,
on the losing side, anonymous, gray.

Lost along the way, masterful,
without a chance to celebrate anything.
So many lives we didn't reach,
and the dust carried everything away,
forgotten failures.

Losers,
that's who we are,
we,
the immense
majority.

NOSTROS, PERDEDORES

Nosotros, los que nunca ganamos,

los que perdimos todas las batallas.

Fracasados, olvidados, perdedores,

vidas que se malograron para nada.

Esas vidas que no llegaron a su cima,

caídos en el olvido, sin triunfos en vida.

Obras maestras de vida que se perdieron,

en el bando perdedor, anónimos, grises.

Perdidos por el camino, magistrales,

sin oportunidad de celebrar nada.

Tantas vidas que no llegamos,

y el polvo se lo llevo todo,

fracasos olvidados.

Perdedores

esos somos,

nosotros,

inmensa

mayoría

---
https://www.poemas-del-alma.com/blog/mostrar-poema-784308

Wounded bird,
broken wings,
I cannot,
I no longer know
how to rise.
A shattered dream.

Poor bird,
flightless,
a failure.
Dreams
in a nosedive,
into harsh reality.
Shattered,
crashed
plumage.

All broken,
I dreamed of flight,
and couldn't.
My body
is heavy.
I plunged,
I fell from grace;
I no longer know how to fly.

So much dreaming,
only to land
unwillingly.
And my dreams
have flown away.
I moved my hands,
and saw reality:
I was no angel.

I was no longer a child,
and everything hurt.
I wanted to be better,
but I'm not;
I corrupted myself.
And I was just me,
a poor soul
who flapped
in my dreams,
a loser
in my life,
only disaster.

Consumed
beyond remedy,
I reached the end,
landed on earth,
dreams undone.
Neither angel, nor good,
nor child, just an old man
who never learned to fly.
Hope took flight.

Carlos Alberto Bustillos López
Copyleft

Let's Have Fun



Let's play, a little bit of fun,
in the dusty, ***** city.
Let's close our eyes for a moment,
let's open our hearts in secret.
Come to the joyful universal party.
Brighten life for a moment,
remember to take out the full tank,
fill your soul with endless joy.
Let's dance with a soaring soul,
let's bring out our secret joyful side.
Let's move every atom of our being,
it's time to set aside all that's bad,
let's bring out our most pleasant side.
Let's all go to our own inner party,
where you don't need much to be,
let's bring out the best of our happiest side,
Let's be that being of light, that shines now,
let's give light to our own life to be happy.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/lets-have-fun

In my summer, in my garden,
a wild garden deep inside,
inside of me, and in my home.
Among the green leaves,
my secret solace.
Between the city and me,
lies my intimate secret,
an oasis of cool.
Between four walls,
a slice of paradise.
Among my dreams,
dreams of the soul,
among my days.
There is a moment,
in that inner oasis,
that is pure happiness.
A garden just for me,
where no strangers tread.
Where everything is perfect,
at times I touch my heavens.
Among lilacs and trees,
roses, flowers always,
where life springs forth.
Among songs of life,
among greedy sparrows,
a bit of wilderness in the chaos.
In the great metropolis, flowers,
always green, in any season,
my small corner, exuberant.
A corner of life to revive me,
a garden no one sees, within me,
a garden that's in my patio,
a secret city nook.
Among my beautiful gardens I live.

---
En mi verano, en mi jardín,

jardín selvático dentro,

dentro de mí, y en casa.

Entre las verdes hojas,

mi secreto sosiego.

Entre la ciudad y yo,

hay mi secreto íntimo,

un oasis de frescor.

Entre cuatro muros,

un trozo de paraíso.

Entre mis sueños,

sueños del alma,

entre mis días.

Hay un momento,

en ese oasis interior,

que es pura felicidad.

Un jardín solo para mí,

donde no hay extraños.

Donde todo es perfecto,

a ratos toco mis cielos.

Entre lilos y árboles,

rosas, flores siempre,

donde brota la vida.

Entre cantos de vida,

entre gorriones golosos,

un poco de selva en el caos.

En la gran metrópolis, flores,

en cualquier época es verde,

exuberante mi pequeño rincón.

Un rincón de vida para revivirme,

un jardín que nadie ve, en mí,

un jardín que está en mi patio,

un rincón secreto de la ciudad.

Entre mis bellos jardines vivo.


---

18-6-2025

I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU

I looked at you without realizing it,
I looked at you askance, and it happened.
Instantaneous falling in love.
I approached you intensely,
I devoured you with my whole being,
and I was dazzled, flashes of light,
a direct arrow to the heart, a bullseye.
"I liked you," in love.
And the strange miracle happened,
now I am the slave of love,
you and I, I and you, inseparable.
I am your admirer, I like you,
my heart beating excessively,
passionately boxed in, yes,
and love came to both of us.
I fell into the net of love, without a fuss,
without intending to, you captivated me,
"I liked you," without words.
Sweet heart traps,
in love at first sight,
I know you are what I'm looking for.
I've known you forever,
I've always known you exist,
I've met you in my dreams.
You are the dream that is right beside me,
I have definitely liked you.
In love in the nets of love,
kisses that beat on our skins,
divine love, advancing unstoppable.
Among flashes of light, life is sweeter.
The dreams of love become true.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/vidnoz_aisong-2025-09

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.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/dreamed-of-piano-music

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.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/rapped-in-the-world

My words will poison you,
with toxins, venoms, and vaccines,
my thoughts and words will pierce.
Unknowing, I'll pass that virus to you,
that virus from my Venus, toxic,
contaminated by me.
In the power of my verses,
those that brand their mark on you.
You don't know, my poems infest,
I'll flood you with my sweet desires,
those that fly for all.
That toxin which is love,
forbidden love,
luminous love,
simple love,
verses laced with love.
I'll infect you with my love,
that love which today is venom,
I'll sway you with my indelible trace,
you'll vaccinate yourself and multiply my toxins.
You'll be powerless, once my words are read,
those that will usher in my way of being.
Inevitable, your soul will be infested,
I'll enfold you with my soul,
and you'll be a bit of mine.
That toxic venom of love,
will spread through your brain and soul,
that love forbidden in this age.
Love for art's sake, nothing more,
seduced by love,
love of letters,
Once my verses are read,
nothing will ever be the same within you.
You'll be inoculated with the word's power,
and I'll fill your current with a bit of me,
and you won't know you'll become a part,
a part of my very self,
in your soul and in your being,
it is my poison.
---
TOXINA

Te envenenarán mis palabras,

con toxinas, venenos y vacunas,

mis ideas y palabras traspasarán.

Sin saber, te transmitiré ese virus,

ese virus de mi Venus, tóxico,

contaminado conmigo.

En el poder de mis versos,

esos que te dejan huella en ti.

No lo sabes, mis poemas infestan,

te inundaré de mis deseos dulces,

esos que vuelan para todos.

Ese tóxico que es amor,

amor prohibido,

amor luminoso,

sencillo amor,

versos con amor.

Te contagiaré mi amor,

ese amor que hoy es veneno,

te influiré con mi huella indeleble,

te vacunarás y multiplicarás mis toxinas,

No podrás hacer nada, una vez leídas mis palabras,

esas que te introducirán mi manera de ser.

Inevitable,  tu alma será infestada,

te envolveré con mi alma,

y serás un poco mío.

Ese veneno tóxico del amor,

se difundirá en tu cerebro y alma,

ese amor que está vedado hoy en día.

Amor por amor al arte, sin más,

seducido por el amor,

amor de letras,

Una vez leídos mis versos,

nada volverá a ser lo mismo en ti.

Serás inoculado con el poder de la palabra,

y te llenaré el torrente un poco de mí,

y tú no sabrás que formarás parte,

parte de mí mismo,

en tu alma y en tu ser,

es mi ponzoña.
---
6-VII-2025

THE LIFE HAPPENS TO US

Sometimes life happens to us,
sometimes we pass on life,
and life always goes away.
Day by day,
walking,
going through the days.
Bad days,
good days,
run-of-the-mill days.
Sometimes days that shipwreck,
days to savor a cocktail,
cocktail to brighten up your life.
Life goes away in sips,
life is made,
each day,
it happens to us,
Life is that cocktail,
a cocktail to go through life,
cocktail to brighten up your life.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/las-vida-nos-pasa


----
A veces la vida nos pasa por encima,

a veces pasamos de la vida,

y siempre la vida se va.

Día a día,

caminando,

andando por los días.

Días malos,

días buenos,

días del montón.

A veces días que naufragan,

días para paladear un coctel ,

cocktail to brighten up your life.

A sorbos la vida se nos va,

la vida se hace,

cada día,

nos pasa,

La vida es ese coctel,

un coctel para ir por la vida,

cocktail to brighten up your life.

Inside my hard shell,
within my armor.
On the outside, pretty smiles,
the laughter of my life, in life.
While my heart overflows,
my soul drowns in sorrow,
and when no one is around, pearls.
Pearls of tears, I spilled,
the heart overflows,
in pearls of poems,
small drops.
Drops of the soul,
the despair of living.
Too soft,
too sensitive,
in the misery of love,
a fragile heart for everything,
to see the cruel reality.
Sometimes too many pearls,
pearls embalmed in the soul,
so many tears that they overwhelm me.
A heart overflowing with tears,
tears turned into poems,
sad verses poured out in prose.
While life goes on and everything slips away from us,
verses that detach beautifully,
transforming the tears,
tears that are pearls,
into those poetic pearls.
Spilled pearls,
pearls to see,
to look at and to collect,
through the keyhole,
of that strongbox that is my soul.
Stories of pearls created in breastplates,
in that hidden life no one knows anything about.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/pearls

16 - VII - 2025

I love to sing with my heart,
with my lips held tightly together,
without anyone hearing me.
In the silence,
in my silence,
letting my singing soul run free,
free,
in the silence of the soul.
Creating small poems,
musical poems of the heart,
full of words that sing for me.
Without anyone hearing me,
in poems to sing,
to sing life itself.
Words that sing within me,
with my own rhythm every day.
Giving away those songs,
distilled words,
to sing,
in silence.
Verses,
that sing,
reflections of the air,
of the inner noise.
The disguised music,
of my soul's mystery,
delicate air of my life.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/eres-lo-mas-poema

DELICIOUS

So sweet, so soft, ice cream,
so cold in the summer heat.
******* slowly, greedy,
an exquisite, luxurious ice cream.
Licking so softly,
eating in small bites,
with kisses of sweet love.
In the heat of this night,
very dressed up, elegant,
savoring the sweet night.
On a night of white cream,
in the chocolate of the night,
in such selective pleasure.
On the sweet moon of cream,
in the chocolate sky,
sipping the stars.
To the rhythm of the dance,
devouring your eyes,
while we eat,
the sweet cream of living.
Eating with kisses,
on our Moon...


https://aimusicgen.ai/share/848099ce-328d-47ab-9f58-bb610a7def73

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.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/in-the-light

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...

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.

https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/piano

I look at you, and look again,
so blind and deaf.
Fatal and dark destiny,
flesh of fatality.
In this blind war,
of all against all,
in the fate of death.
Winds of hell,
weaving death,
among noises,
of the end.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/end-of-days

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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"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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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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MOMENT

A moment, a pile of moments,
a time to take a pause.
In an afternoon overwhelmed by resources,
pending resources, appeals,
the cassations, defense briefs,
so much work piled on the table.
A moment to stop life,
to take a breath of air,
a moment to breathe and live.
While the work piles up,
a moment to stop life.
A moment for a break,
among the lives hanging over us,
in those September jobs.

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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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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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looking beyond the gloomy caves.
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communicating the inopportune, being free,
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