Handmade,
Spanish guitar,
Poetry, has to
Look, Sound, right,
Vibrate, be alive, dance
Be molded by the Soul
Travel from its melodic trance,
Right into your loving heart.
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Las Amapolas sangran de noche,
Hay demasiada luzLas Amapolas bailan solasEn la noche,Cuando el mundo duerme,En forma de cruz.EnglishAmapolas bleed by night,Because by day,There is too much light.Amapolas dance alone,In the night,As the world sleepsAnd is crucified.
Is there any Beauty
Or only sordid Winds,Making us sad,Waltzing illusions,Way back in the past,In today’s neutrality,Beauty comes in last,And Romantic sentiments,A thing of the past.Good times, bad timesNot much we can do,Positive changesDon’t seem to come thruOnce the die is cast,Difficult to change,Its toxic brew.
Words of Love,
Emotions, uncontrolled,Lets ask not why,Our lives begin,When Love of us, takes hold.
Birds always fly away
As Life and fleeting TimeDo play,Their wistful and nostalgic,Schemes.
I study feelings,
Not bragging,Just understanding,Seeing,How feelings,In other human beings,Nest,The gestures, the eyes,The movements,The internal pound,The language that is said,Without making a sound.A thrilling sensation,Observing all this,To me it means,Deep Human communication,Truly does exist.
Be grateful,
When it comesAnd becomes oursWorth so much more,Than any other powerAs all heavenly StarsBlessOur finest hour.