And what will be,
Cares not about the Present,
So in what Time Zone,
Shall we move?
Past, Present or Future,
You always lose.
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A broken heart laid on the floor,
Life is too cruel, and people’s core,Is mostly rotten, trust, What for?
Amargura
Nada llego’ a dar flor,Los poetas viven de ilusiones,Como buenos cobardes que son!BitternessIn the summer of my songsNothing ever flowered,Poets live from illusions,As do, most good cowards.
Blessed words
Feelings sweet, as a caressFrom affection to distress,From pure love to happinessThere in Poetry, they nestNever more to be forgotten,It is there,Where they are blessed.
Poetry,
To express, The Dream,The Love of Life,The Soul,The Love of Nature,The Human Song,And Human LoveAt it’s Peak.
Hickory, Dickory, Crack!
They lie like LoonsOn lunatic Moons.And we have to payThem for THAT? ?
Nostalgie,
The Sea,As far as the eye can see,How you calm the lonely heart,With your beautifulImmensityWhere pain is lost,Silently,As tears of salt,Roll down the road,Of blue infinity.