Quiero patinar contigo
en un lago helado, blanco y frio
y contarte cuentos de amor eterno
mientras damos piruetas al unisono.
Quiero ir por ahi, dando vueltas contigo
con tu cintura en mi mano izquierda
tu mirada clavada en la mia
y tu corazon arrinconado en mi pecho.
Te contaria las historias mas tiernas
Te hablaria del sirio Abu Gamak
Y de sus doscientas flores de sol
sembradas bajo la ventana de su amada.
Te hablaria del Taj Mahal,
de las paredes tibias de Alejandria
de Merong y B. Mosh
Y de otros amores contrariados.
Te abrazaria cada diez minutos
Y luego, al final de la tarde
compartiriamos un chocolate caliente
...y algunos besitos sueltos.
A.
April 19, 2014
April 16, 2014
The road to your heart.
I frequently have the feeling
of being chased by your eyes
and I can't breath
and I can't hide.
I continuously try to catch
the spill of dazzling light
in the threshold of your shape
...And if I could I might.
This anxiety is endless
is like a buda delight
You are so quite in your state
I am trembling inside.
I don't know, I haven't found
a clear road to your heart.
Maybe I'm being too doubtful
maybe you have being too far.
What will be the end-at the end-
Am I going to be your star?
Am I going to be the one
who meets your senses in the dark?
A.
of being chased by your eyes
and I can't breath
and I can't hide.
I continuously try to catch
the spill of dazzling light
in the threshold of your shape
...And if I could I might.
This anxiety is endless
is like a buda delight
You are so quite in your state
I am trembling inside.
I don't know, I haven't found
a clear road to your heart.
Maybe I'm being too doubtful
maybe you have being too far.
What will be the end-at the end-
Am I going to be your star?
Am I going to be the one
who meets your senses in the dark?
A.
April 11, 2014
Inside.
Stretching my ideas
and outsourcing your desires
I go on a daily basis
to keep myself inside.
In a lonely far oasis
we feel the sight of a steady camel.
The dry tears of the clouds
give us the strength to persist.
A warm wind hits our faces
and the ego revolves inside
the situation is quite complex
since there's no dunes to climb.
By the time you realize
that all is part of the same
I'm already sitting in the sun,
watching your eyes from inside.
A.
and outsourcing your desires
I go on a daily basis
to keep myself inside.
In a lonely far oasis
we feel the sight of a steady camel.
The dry tears of the clouds
give us the strength to persist.
A warm wind hits our faces
and the ego revolves inside
the situation is quite complex
since there's no dunes to climb.
By the time you realize
that all is part of the same
I'm already sitting in the sun,
watching your eyes from inside.
A.
Nuclear sin.
In the cosmos of your spread atoms
I confess it is me who change the order
of your predestined weakness
and I give you the anti-matter, the nuclear sin.
I give you life.
A.
I confess it is me who change the order
of your predestined weakness
and I give you the anti-matter, the nuclear sin.
I give you life.
A.
April 06, 2014
The sound of love
The most pure, eternal and profound
sound of love
is the very short silence
just few seconds before saying I love you.
And is precisely this silence
the sound who goes deeper
and leave a mark in our souls
and a smile in our hearts.
Yeap, I'm thinking of you.
A.
sound of love
is the very short silence
just few seconds before saying I love you.
And is precisely this silence
the sound who goes deeper
and leave a mark in our souls
and a smile in our hearts.
Yeap, I'm thinking of you.
A.
April 05, 2014
A nice welcome dinner.
Usually eskimos mother-in-law
never visit their daughter's houses
because when they do
the dish to be served in is the "Polar bear roasted liver"...
If a human eat polar bear liver
most probably die
of the vitamin A overdose.
Strange isn't it?
Hmmm, now I understand
why I've never seen in Spinneys
a "Pate de Foie Grass"
Polar bear based.
...Just in case you also wondered.
A.
never visit their daughter's houses
because when they do
the dish to be served in is the "Polar bear roasted liver"...
If a human eat polar bear liver
most probably die
of the vitamin A overdose.
Strange isn't it?
Hmmm, now I understand
why I've never seen in Spinneys
a "Pate de Foie Grass"
Polar bear based.
...Just in case you also wondered.
A.
The opposite.
There is a critically endangered bird
called "Kakapo"...
Here's the thing, that bird has a strong
-pleasant- and very nice odour
which allows predators to easily find him...
and do what predators do.
(...At least what licensed predators do.)
The point is -'cause there is a. Point here-
that the name "Kakapo"
may suggest something totally opposite
in some other languages...
both Kaka and po.
When I started reading I thought
that this bird was found
particullary because of the foul smell...
Again, go figure...
It's a wonderful world out there.
A.
called "Kakapo"...
Here's the thing, that bird has a strong
-pleasant- and very nice odour
which allows predators to easily find him...
and do what predators do.
(...At least what licensed predators do.)
The point is -'cause there is a. Point here-
that the name "Kakapo"
may suggest something totally opposite
in some other languages...
both Kaka and po.
When I started reading I thought
that this bird was found
particullary because of the foul smell...
Again, go figure...
It's a wonderful world out there.
A.
Never.
When something is good
is never gone.
Never.
With a lump in my throat. (En arrrrroye)
:-)
This one is about Jhonny cakes
(In little mouth beach, paradise)
A.
is never gone.
Never.
With a lump in my throat. (En arrrrroye)
:-)
This one is about Jhonny cakes
(In little mouth beach, paradise)
A.
April 03, 2014
April 01, 2014
Loop
Sometimes in life we feel
caught by the endless routine
of repetitive task,
of repetitive motions.
Somehow we suspect that these moments
are -in a way- the filling material
of this thing called life.
Shocking -boring maybe- but deeply true.
In some way we feel trapped
in an endless loop
like a merry-go-round
always moving - going nowhere.
But then, sometimes we have the strange sensation
that the loop is being re-arranged
and that new feelings, new sensations
are about to be included in our menu.
And then a new loop starts again.
A.
caught by the endless routine
of repetitive task,
of repetitive motions.
Somehow we suspect that these moments
are -in a way- the filling material
of this thing called life.
Shocking -boring maybe- but deeply true.
In some way we feel trapped
in an endless loop
like a merry-go-round
always moving - going nowhere.
But then, sometimes we have the strange sensation
that the loop is being re-arranged
and that new feelings, new sensations
are about to be included in our menu.
And then a new loop starts again.
A.
Amy and Katie...or...the Thompson Twins!
The twins Amy and Katie Jones
have a very particular record
they are twins with 87 days difference!
(A Guinness record, obviously)
Amy decided to get out of the womb
sometime early (4 months and so)
while Katie cling to existence
fighting desperately to survive.
Amy likes to get early to places
While Katie prefers to arrive
when everything is set and ready to roll.
Differences in people even from the same womb!
Is a crazy world.
A.
have a very particular record
they are twins with 87 days difference!
(A Guinness record, obviously)
Amy decided to get out of the womb
sometime early (4 months and so)
while Katie cling to existence
fighting desperately to survive.
Amy likes to get early to places
While Katie prefers to arrive
when everything is set and ready to roll.
Differences in people even from the same womb!
Is a crazy world.
A.
Nobel Prize
If- and this is a big if-
by missing somebody
we could win awards or recognitions
like a Grammy, an Emmy or an Oscar...
Then, by missing you
I should receive a Nobel prize!
Kudos, babe, kudos...
:-)
A.
by missing somebody
we could win awards or recognitions
like a Grammy, an Emmy or an Oscar...
Then, by missing you
I should receive a Nobel prize!
Kudos, babe, kudos...
:-)
A.
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