And so much that escapes us,
Each person, a secret world of his own,
But no one has the right to break us.
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The Midas touch
The golden imageThat is free,The poet says:‘Oh come to me,More than all elseYou’re worth to me,For Love to him is poetryIt’s in his bloodInner world be,This golden-worded tapestry.
Travel to the Moon,
Drown in a Lagoon,Of unanswered,Constant,Whys?
A Poem,
That will make you cry, find solace or contentment
When I feel lonely, desperate,
Of an old Tango,Words carved in the memory of my Past,Shadows of a Love that did not last.Life hurts and is so unjust,No matter how hard we try to trust,Justice Never wins,And Love is just a red Carnation,Torn and thrown away from a lapel,Blown upon by winds of love frustration.
Who knows, what nobody knows,
Who perfumes the rose?A great Spanish poet wrote:‘Only Mystery makes us live,Only Mystery’,But we still are,Lovers of History,And want to know,What nobody knows,Why are we here,And what makes us go?In search of the TruthsThat we’ll never know…….
Me pierdo entre nubes rimadas,
los dolores, las perdidas,las lagrimas lloradas.HavenI lose myself in rhyming clouds,Verse calms our throbbing sores,Our pains, our losses,The tears already cried.