Rumors equals troubles

Rumors equals troubles, triangles to build up,

streets to discover, people that turns you down;

places to be in it, waters to swam across,

may be a path of honey, perhaps the sorrowed journey,

instead of reasons, betrayal, as least surrogate denial,

by plants a culprit, to end up on wild pits,

a thorn as a lash, a fool on a leash,

the story of the sand, the moments beneath the tree,

our most delicate flower, that metal on your fist,

your spring box and my winter escape...

This summer vacation or the autumn vacancies,

a ball that broke up your favorite window,

that mistake that you'll ever regret,

a cat disguise, the stone in the sky,

as cold as a salt's statue,

on a tomb in the last lost pyramid...

an awful song that invade your mind,

and blows air or wind;

a hat over your hair,

your laughter will be heard,

should life be more fair?

With my dreams of being there!

A strong desire of be complete,

the meaning, the esence of cherish our bed,

that drop on my nail, those kind words,

the beat of your song.

Stay with me, ain't something wrong,

don't walk alone, remember you're the one, I know.

This got to be true, I dare the immensity, waves, times and ideals...

with my bare feets, empty hands, or shall I say barefoot and this pen to draw?

Or those shoes acting like a king of clowns?

Or above all the grace of God to our love?

Hipersensible - Hypersensitive

Siempre he sido influenciado por las emociones,

al principio me tornan hipersensible,

en ocasiones sólo siento y percibo,

que experimento y conozco lo que escribo.

A veces no me lavo la cara,

otras la rasuradora se me olvida,

una vez al mes no me ducho,

y siendo feliz, más lucho.

I've been always feeling a lot of emotions,

influenced by it, at first it makes me hypersensitive,

at times, is just feel, I percieve,

an experiment that I know when I write.

Other ocassions I don't wash my face,

and even I forget the razor,

once in a month I won't shower,

and being happy, more I fight.

Conocer necesitamos

Estudiamos porque conocer no podemos, a fondo todas las personas que deseamos, para conocernos mejor, porque lo necesitamos, debido a esa necesidad de saber como somos.

Y el objeto principal de aprender consiste en la busqueda del placer, en el constante disfrute de las tentaciones, en transformar, recrear nociones.

Y siendo tan relativa la manera de llegar al conocimiento, cuya certeza nos hace sentir una increible felicidad por dentro, aún cuando no haya la facilidad de llevar todo aquello a la práctica, toda ciencia tiene base fáctica.

Si vamos en movimiento directo a la ilustración, aquellas cosas que se mueven en torno a nosotros se hacen tan obvias, su naturaleza, sus reacciones, sus propiedades y formas, de allí que, llegar al entendimiento del porque de las cosas, nos hace mejores seres humanos, nos eleva al estatus de personas.

Sin embargo, para que el aprendizaje sea eficaz, se requiere de una ambiente apropiado, de una enseñanza acorde con ese supremo ideal, de valorar la inmensidad de cuestiones que jamás pensaste descubrir, experimentar, definir, razonar, compartir, demostrar, en fin, la variada gama de elementos que derivan del saber.

Versos sueltos

You got a tender form to look at the people, it makes me detour my ways to react, you someday will get all my messages, although I am not the best for you, neither the worst nor the less troubled, however, I fall in love with you days ago, the caresses of my beloved hands are yours, if you want it of course, the meaningless and great ideas too, the shape of my face on your hands will be a heaven to me, the air your breath I want to aspire too, there is a tree on a mountain that I’d like to share with you, the moon and the sun, stars and skies couldn’t be important to me if you didn’t told me those words, now I feel as a citizen of the world, as the luckiest man on earth, a lot of more things you made me feel, and believe, love.

Do you know? I knew!

I feel like I knew this long time ago, a bit of musk, a jar of a tippy beer, a pen on the other hand, grass over my feets, and on too, it was too high to walk in it, I feel like I knew you since I was born, a smile on your face will be my joy, a bar in front of me, and lens at the right hand, a muse had have inspired all the mankind, to progress in arts, tech, and rights; but, all that will be a nonsense without the love of someone else, and return that feeling pleased and calm; do you know how I felt, however, you didn't remember to behave, this is just an essay, a proof with a trembling emotion, and the hope to enrich my notion, a sorta of poem to stay in touch, anyway, I only say that in person.

Your name in this poem

Tornasol on your hair, that light moves to the beat of the wind, subtle desire, passion, irreverent, when you see it, or if you notice your breath every word that strikes to silence and to hear your ideas is a great way to feel like in heaven, I do understand your thoughts generating an absolute confidence in me, almost as if you known for years, seemed to know, and in impeccable knowledge, remember each little stanza of your arguments makes me recreate my concepts, and improve my weaknesses, not having any news about you is unfortunate, but fail, because I know that each of my mail comes to you one way or another, even if you are trying to simulate what is inside, if there is a glint in the eyes of admiring a passage, or remembered a sentence, which aims roses arrived in good time, takes a sip of wine, a chocolate tastes divine, or mentally walk in the clouds of emotion, there are many things that are essential in this life they call as the one to tell that love is a pleasure at his side, or go shopping in the streets and an ice cream in hand, also llenarte head phylosophies and innovations, read a good book or change the old picture and a portrait of loss from your shadow, yes, even your silhouette to keep the inclemency of a summer sun in a desert would be more beautiful than what I offer you now, it would certainly forget the troubles, of ignoring the bad words and headaches of bypass airy words, to endure again and again and again as the exclusion or want to call the masses really a mockery of what I have or not is worth less than the floor where raisins, an idea that is being confronted with my desires would not be for nothing harmful if you have, the synthesis of my feelings do not come anywhere if it was you, because I realize that this is very idealistic and unreasonable would be tremendous in not understanding the signs that you left me, as to reach soon to a site, and surprise your friends, bring a gift to your favorite, put in the hands matched a precious gift, not so much for the price of street or utility, but for their beauty or quality of design, there are things that nobody might put precise value, or replace anything, as life, or the air we breathe, someone is not listed as good because it gives you something, but it does not make you any harm, anyway, so I extend that I forget to remind you that I would never forget your face, your voice, tone and timbre are stored in my memory, every time you change clothes they treat you well imagine, I hope you wake up every morning, I do not need someone else believes in me, that I do not feel comfortable in solitude, that I got used to your smile, every grimace on your face makes me happy, because I am not positive if your absence eats me inside, that trembles at every passing hour I hope the right time, and meet my basic needs to continue, perhaps not with the momentum of earlier, perhaps in an unorthodox manner, but the source of my best moments are you.

Lleva tu nombre

Tornasol sobre tus cabellos que ligeros se mueven al compás del viento, sútil el deseo, irreverente la pasión, cuando te veo, si te observo o en cada palabra que tu aliento choca al silencio, y al oír tus ideas, entender tus pensamientos me va generando una absoluta confianza, casi como si te conocierá desde hace años, parecido al saber, impecable como en conocimiento, recordar cada pequeña estrofa de tus argumentos me hace recrear mis conceptos, y mejorar mis fallas, no tener noticia alguna sobre ti es lamentable, pero no desfallezco, porque sé que cada uno de mis mensajes te llega de una forma u otra, aún cuando se intenta simular lo que se lleva dentro de si, siempre hay un destello en los ojos, del que admira un pasaje, o rememora una frase, aspira las rosas que llegaron a buena hora, toma un sorbo del mejor vino, saborea un chocolate divino, o pasea mentalmente entre las nubes de la emoción, hay muchas cosas que se hacen imprescindibles en esto que llaman vida, como decirle a aquel que amas que es un placer disfrutar a su lado, o andar de compras por las calles y en la mano un helado; también llenarte la cabeza con folosofías e innovaciones, leer un buen libro o cambiar la foto vieja y pérdida por un retrato de tu sombra, sí, incluso tu silueta al llevar la inclemencia de un sol veraniego en un desierto sería más hermosa que lo que ahora te ofrezco, no tendría dudas de olvidar los sinsabores, de hacer caso omiso de los improperios y dolores de cabeza, de obviar las palabras aireadas, de soportar una y otra vez la exclusión o como quieran llamarle las masas, realmente una burla sobre lo que aparento o no tengo vale menos que el suelo por donde pasas, una idea que se confronta con mis anhelos no sería para nada perniciosa si te tengo, la sintésis de mis sentimientos no llegarían a ningún lado si en verdad se percataran de porque te he dicho esto, siendo muy idealista; y en tremendo desatino estaría de no entender los signos que me dejaste, como llegar de rondón a un sitio, y sorprender a los amigos, llevar alguna ofrenda a tu sitio preferido, colocar en manos correspondidas un regalo valioso, no tanto por el precio de calle o su utilidad, sino por su belleza o la calidad del diseño, cosas hay que nadie podría ponerles valor preciso, ni nada reemplazaría, como la vida, o el aire que respiras, que alguien no sea catalogado de bueno contigo porque te da algún objeto, sino, porque no te hace daño alguno, en fin, me extiendo tanto que se me olvida recordarte que tu rostro no lo podré olvidar, que tu voz, timbre y tono están almacenados en mi memoria, que cada vez que cambias de ropa imagino que te tratan bien, que espero te levantes cada mañana, que no necesito que otra persona crea en mí, que no me siento cómodo en soledad, que me acostumbré a tu sonrisa, que cada mueca en tu cara me hace feliz, que no soy tan positivo cuando tu ausencia me devora por dentro; que todo tiembla al pasar las horas, que espero el tiempo correcto, y solventar mis necesidades básicas para seguir, tal vez no con el impetú de antes, quizás de una manera poco ortodoxa, mas, la fuente de mis mejores momentos eres tu.