Thief

Were my dreams,

The peaceful silence,

The abundant kisses,

My body´s thought

My entire mind

What else can be stolen?

What else can be left?

-Waste- you told me

-I didn´t steal your waste-

Misery, Purety and Curse

My heart is a ruin

I do not own soul 

I am miserable

I am miserable.

There are shadows like snakes

penetrating in my veins,

and voices whispering under the sea:

You are not pure

You are not pure.

The moon in the highlight 

of my lovely death

with spectres surrounding it like planets

because I am cursed

I am cursed.

  

Save me from the abysm.

Spring Rain

Kiss me, you´re my spring rain. 
Tear me, I´m your spring rain.
Touch me, again and again
Feel us under wet days.

All your broken promises 
lie under my lukewarm mouth
and the flowers die
by the touch of drops.

I´m ready for your spring rain love.

Still Here

I  am still here.

At nights I dream our dreams

and I have wrote our memories

by empty lines,  incomplete letters.

The wasted time

in our painful pleasures 

still here

digging in our pride.

The decisions and the paths,

our uncommon natures

still here in the endlees final phrase.

We are out of ink,

We are out of time,

We are out of love,

but we are still here. 

Wild

There in the jungle
where the wild things live
were a pair of frozen blue eyes;
the breathing of a river.

There in the jungle
where beasts once cryed
were a pair of warm pale hands;
the music of the leaves.

And her soft dark skin;
the paint of the earth,
the gosths on caves,
was the hearth of nature.

Her touch was death,
and her kiss was life;
her hair holds dreams and treasures.

There, In the deepest of the jungle
where trees still talk
you can listent a spirit´s voice.

with frozen blue eyes and
warm pale hands
don´t watch her dance,
neither sing her rymes.

Because she eats the souls
and embraces with horrors
to keep her life
and the life of the jungle.

I Love You

I´m not concentrating,
to think about you
is to feel lost,
my entire world changes
you make it beautiful,
I can´t feel myself
I can´t breath...
I´m dying by praying you
to stay with me.

Summer Moons

There, in the sunset, were you on my bed, sleeping quietly; while the endless rain soaked the windows and our memories. 

I saw you once in the park, but you have forgotten it. You skated even the rainy days, with your long hair wet like a dog. You looked funny, and I laughed behind you. Don´t you remember the fastidious flu that you got? Now, I have counted the days and you are different, more serious, and now you prefer to spend the day inside. 

 I keep the summer moons, and I still like walking without a umbrella, being sheltered by the city lights. You see me with your gray shinny eyes, on the walkside beside me. You have changed, you always were right about our different ages, but I didn´t hear you because -and you know me- I am a goat.

Your smile is the same, warm despite everything, like a spell, with those sweet notes at the edges. It doesn´t matter the snow, you know how to be a gentleman and share me your coat after a kiss. You run to home letting me some steps behind, without leaving my hand alone. The rain turned in storm.

I miss the part of you that the storm has taken. I miss you telling me tales of beasts and princesses, where always appear a prince with your name; but I undesrtand, now you are a grow man and your interests are others.    

I miss our dripping bodies full of surprises, singing together under the rain, under a new moon founded. 

Your way of looking the world is sad, but I understand, you are a grow man.