domingo, 30 de agosto de 2009
Corazón mio - Heart of mine
viernes, 28 de agosto de 2009
Plot this fang - Mide éste diente
para darle una forma chabacana al chocolate,
para decirle hermoso, pues es redundante,
para ver que la escalada es ferviente,
para engañar su conocimiento es improbable,
para manejar sus regalos, pueden ser demasiado para mí,
para permanecer por escrito como éste estúpido,
porque la escritura a mano es mejor con mis musas.
¿Puedo prometer algo?
¿Puedo arrojar algo esos anillos?
que yo no creo en las promesas,
ni siquiera en las oportunidades que rifan,
¿Puedo ser malicioso un poco?
¿Podemos andar dañandonos el uno al otro?
¡No quiero eso para mí!
¿Ni yo? ¡Es un deber en una relación!
Yo corría al azar a la orilla de tus besos,
que se pierden en el camino de mi piel de garrapata,
embestida ejecutando, mi teléfono en la mano,
¿Puedo buscar las hojas que ha abandonado un día?
sois el dueño de mi proseguir, los labios que me olvidé de pagar,
Yo ordené mil volteretas, los clics y los riesgos,
para seguirte y completarme así.
Para cazar su vestido, en un solo golpe,
para saltar de esta ciudad a su mar,
para contar tus pecas, y compartir el asiento,
para complacerme placentero en su aguanieve,
para ser conscientes de la advertencia caliente,
para agitar las piernas en su encantador chapotear,
que se encontró de nuevo en casa y cantaba,
frases de esta trama están equivocadas, mide éste diente.
¿Puedo adquirir sus abrazos?
¿Podemos compartir la misma alfombra?
Hasta ahora yo conozco a alguien que sabía,
el deshielo de la flauta, traición de hielo en azul,
¿Puedo administrar sus caderas suavemente?
¿Me puede dar un paseo excelente?
Me he dado cuenta así lo desea,
sueños se hacen realidad, tú y yo.
miércoles, 26 de agosto de 2009
Templanza - Temperance
lunes, 24 de agosto de 2009
Stuff selling junk - Dejad de intentar venderme
sábado, 22 de agosto de 2009
Las riendas de los caballos - The reins of the horses
jueves, 20 de agosto de 2009
El cuerpo sabe cuando pelear. - Body knows when to fight!
Go on instead of: snakes, worms profane, the marsh beetles, leeches inert, rhododendrons convex, related tadpoles, salamanders complex, hills rats, spiny lizards, undulating murishkas, old ouroboros, crocodiles vintage, chordates reptiles, scaly lizards, amphibians amphisbaena, diapsid pilgrims, plane's aracnides, wolves jumping, and walking through the desert scorpions biomes:
From jungles and mountains, from forests to sand fleas, dropping grazing on watersheds and beaches, run sheets and thirsty deserts, sulphide volcanoes and vibrating in lakes, croaking in mangroves and poisoning prairie, crawling the taiga and steppe hunting, moving flats and populating plateaus, in tepuyes howling reefs and chanting, shouting and winding chaparral thickets, sclerophyllous dodging and hiding in grasslands, shrub spying and freezing at the poles...
And the Human Beings gets in over your head, in rapt spreads sack when he meets with them, like a seal in the sea lion's jaws, the same way as a dove cleaving heavens do not fall into claws reptiles, or the caramerudo deer runs hurriedly from a lost anaconda, those facing the shark dolphins, banks of fishes escaping of killer whales, giraffes hoppers encounter with lions, zebras agitated outpacing hyenas, rabbits hop coming out to step carefully to foxes, cats meowing while get loud against the raging hound, pandas agitated between bamboo look at the perched tigers, bison walking hectares to save for wolves and men, the life is a wheel, the old saying circle spinning, unstoppable and sublime, leave trail and tour endlessly forever.
miércoles, 19 de agosto de 2009
Tropas y Meles - Troops and Mêlées
Swimming a dog from one pipe,
while I scrapped my notes of melancholy,
is called a bored asocial,
while birds sing at noon,
It is not the same claim that the winning goal to reach,
Apparently an intelligent argument to make,
stand still to go through quiet
allow a path to promote,
more, it does not matter what is best for the end.
After all, the distance between word and action is great,
Nothing is unattainable, but probably is uphill,
Impossible is a word in vain, or jargon of those who see no exit,
Unbelievable comfort is taken, find a hook, with the desire to fish,
And you see the trout come in and perform any movement,
How anxious resentment of what was left of winning
The struggle between what worries some and chance,
Separated from the fruits treated club members to play,
But still the hounds, the goldfinches and looking to hunt jaguars.
And face the chestnuts falling on cabins and runs the floor,
Reckless with deer, they do not see the sky,
Neither will hear what is happening with stormy wrongs,
In the noisy moments that are used to lighten the load,
To plow the fields, take the food to replace the river by the sea.
Still passing blocks, and laments litters still lack the flock
Where to find silence, runways, infant and gangs;
Horses stumble on a flower kicking and knocking flags fly,
And popping the bag by the fervor of burning in their belly.
Hear the crows, but no matter,
watching turkeys the most support,
the pigs are feeling however still at it’s side,
smell the hyenas and can not found
swallow leopards but the taste is not supported,
geese cry without expel a sound,
ducks regret it at low decibels
remains an anecdote of troops and Mêlées,
only changing players and phrases for wild fruits.
martes, 18 de agosto de 2009
Clueless - Desorientado
lunes, 17 de agosto de 2009
Improving Boredom - Improvisando Drama - Vain Améliorer
viernes, 14 de agosto de 2009
Hope, Sun, Faith and Moon...
Also know how much when you step accounts for the contemporary world, almost always seemed a fable designed in ancient times.
So agreeing with the preceding paragraphs, spent on issues consistently with the passage of years, marking moments of concatenated paths come to a poignant anecdote.
Whose condition colide bases with which they were founded every detail of the cosmos that we were creating, and, feeling that the slowly walk of the phenomena that has been built was due to the destiny.
Whose hours that have been agreed with fire and sin, demolishing sensitive models, bringing down what they has fought, and in fierce wars that clashes were all over crashed in the end.
jueves, 13 de agosto de 2009
Mustard on my coat - Mostaza en mi saco
miércoles, 12 de agosto de 2009
Another random work (Hormonas)
And take between your hands seeds, spices, and the wallflower... I gave you, battlements, hives, flashes, roses and thousands of things I do not know if I lost, I'm with you on broken dreams, chimeric illusions and odd realities of an old country, I sometimes warily enchantment of your steps, your ideas, and your sweet sing long breath, me awake between those notes, unchangeable longing never ending, and my words become simple, an smile on your special day of changing seasons, the sky was full, and the silt that was yesterday, today is magnanimous and gold metallic piece of a cold mountain, the cliffs full of lakes, full of powerful currents where you'll find undiscovered gems, to say your name it is not incur into a mortal sin, so I'm going to bring you the thoughts of feeling without obnoxious boxes, anxious proses, misleading promises, foundations should be encouraged, and if the amount is not exact, we have to multiply every effort, to add our right of the verb love.
martes, 11 de agosto de 2009
Emocion de competir - Emotion on Competition
I want to climb, walk down, to resting nimb, away from the daily routine with you, beside me, near me you got me crazy, fool, inlove, altered, and if you know that I want it to lick that mouth, be close to your skin, taste the nectar your honey, lubricate and moisten your lips, every time kiss you an hug you, which I have dreamed of since I saw you, make you happy, not to say I love you as it does not need to be magician, seer, astrologer and prophet to know that, nor want, is more sincere and profound, coming from the depths of my soul, you got my feelings, I love you, I need you, I hope to have you, respect you, and in the end I do not know how to tell you, are you willing to try?