Tenderness,
A feeling,
Of which there
Never, ever is
Enough.
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El Tiempo pasa,
Nada queda,Ni la verdad,La ultima voz,Todo terminaEn un triste adios.NothingTime passes,Life goes by,Nothing remains,Not even truth,The last voice,‘Goodbye’is the proof.
A Dream of a Lifetime,
That Lifelong dream calledMe and You.Maybe or maybe not,The Force of Destiny,Counts for a lot.
Write Poet write,
To express yourselfWhether, you are read or not.How lucky, the Poet’s part playedIn this woobly stage called Life,To be able to write with such delightAnd express what’s in his soulWould it not be worth for that aloneTo have been born?
Science thinks,
Nervous NetworksThat can make you loveAnd fall apart,Nothing further from the truth,No one knowsOf Love, the rootsFor embedded in each one,Is a different loving swan.
We want approval of the fittest,
We want the love that we were promised,Even, if by being human,We can’t always get it right.
Concentrated richness,
Poetry, enchantress,Keeper of all dreams.