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In Art, the Artist does give birth,
To inner life,
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The more Time passes,
A strange set of circumstances,Surround our History and Life,By now, nobody even knowsWhat is right, nor what is wrongLike in a fog we move, lost,So far away from Home.
Much more intense,
Poetry, thus will defy,Life, Itself.So,Tell it to me,Not as it is,But as it can be,With flowering wordsAnd Melody.So,Tell it to me,Because you are Love,And you can reach our hearts,So we can see,The Secret Worlds,That hide behind,The inner Mind,That’s Poetry.
I like the sound that some words make,
Words like ‘Devine Melancholy’,String up an Orchestra in me,Words like the Earth, the Sky, the Sea,They make me hear a Symphony,Of all the words that I posses,There are just three I like the best,‘I love you’ holds the Universe,Your Life complete in one sole verse.
Can’t let myself go,
I’d like to tell you,Is chocking me so!Confession are not easy,Without hearts on trial,Forced to declare,Love’s incessant flow.For it does flow,And pulsate, you knowIn our sinuous veins,Like passionate fireThat burns and remains,Not my fault to love you,Love just happensAnd you don’t know why,Sometimes you want to laughAnd other times, just cry.
You and only You,
My deepest pleasure,Without your caress, Poetry,I cease to be.Originally written in Spanish.Mi SerTu y solo tu,Eres mi mas grande alegria,Mi mas inmenso placerSin tus caricias, Poesia,Yo dejaria de ser.
Our World is crumbling,
High up and over,To the sacred Mountain,Of Eternal Snow?Our World rolls over,Where do we go?To some court of justice,That we don’t even know?Do we trust ‘authority’,To carry out,The laws, they seemTo know nothing about?Something has changed,And it’s very bad,Government feelings?I think we’ve been had,Things seem to be in disarray,The guilty gloat,The innocent pay.There is no…