viernes, julio 15

Don't tell anybody...

Don't tell anybody...

Please heart, don't tell anybody.
Walking to my house and I see your eyes.
Drinking orange juice, he makes me smiles.
Your nice nose, stop my pose.

Flying above my dreams
Smell like cinaamon and mint
Feel a poke like a tears
a punch in my head while I sleep

Please heart! don't tell anybody!
We are a tango dancers,
strangers one of the other, but linked.
We want try, but the time say no.

I respect your election, so...
please heart, don't tell anybody...
He want it, but he's not for me...

martes, julio 12

In the middle...

In the middle of the night, they will be dance, loking for love in a colorful bar. Drunk people dancing, moving, watching... All loking for a night love, loking for feel protected, a free drink, or the bill of a kiss.

What are you doing in a similar situation? You will hunt or will be hunted? Drink another glass, we have more wine to introduce your feelings. Drunk people everywhere, and I with this animal feeling, watch... watch... But, where will be the person for you?

Maybe in other lands, seas or dreams...

viernes, junio 24

Where I am?

I'm sorry dear companion. I was in others worlds, looking for a new job... haha... I got it! But now i'm writing you from one island in the Gulf of California... :)

The changes, my friend, are good signal that the life continues... I have poor internet, but I promise you write more...

hugs for you and your family...

n_n

I can see people in the street...

I can see people in the street, walking, chatting, kissing... I asking me how will feel that? When I walk, and see their smiles, petting between they... bitting a cupcake or swiming in the ocean. Are curios, that people, look diferent in my eyes.

And I'm only in my green big window watching them on the street. I think, go out to see them, only i walk to the corner, to see all my neighborhood.... mmmmmm... I want a dancing class... I need go to the store to buy tangerines...

Now I'm in the coffe shop, my fave place in the world, I can see the street from my table, we will need more coffe... I like the coffe boy, its a sexy cub, flirting with him when he charges me, but I do not see me, maybe hes not gay ...

When my coffe with milk say that its time to pee, when i was starting a pie, or reading a book in the park, I hope feel the same one day. I can't understad, I smile with other people, felt petting in my face... why they still looking diferent? I can't explain that...

but still watching on the street...

fuck i forgot how feel love...

._.U

miércoles, febrero 9

Give me...

Give me a moment to see your eyes.
Gift me a minute to imagine your smiles.
Take an hour for be your guy.
Dream a day for build a house.

Oh babe, I really want be in love!
I want make the laundry with you.
Listen "banana pancakes" and cook.
Give you chicken soup for your flu.

Where are you my love?
How you will be?
<3

miércoles, febrero 2

Last night I was thinking about you...

In the middle of the night I was thinking about you. Your smile, your eyes looking me. Between the cold sheets my dream feel you warm. In my mind exist a light, a big smile in my hearth. OMG in my dreams all its diferent... the smell of fresh oranges, in your smooth skin. When we're talking about anything, I'm happy. But when you're hugging me, all disappears.

So I wake up... and you're not in the other side of my bed...

martes, enero 25

Waiting

Waiting in this site I hope the rain over me. The sky are grey, my feeling too, and the oranges makes jokes about me. Only will be in this site, waiting, in the waiting.
By the blue of my neck I felt your kisses, by the green of my legs I felt your lips. Only I'm sit here, looking the park, watching the people pass.
Fast, slow, the people have diferents times, like the waves in the sea, or the moon in the night. Pass the time is past, I remember you...

And I will be here...

lunes, enero 24

I miss you...

I miss you...

In our way, we can find many people, people that cross their way with us. Sometimes is people that have friendship with us... sometimes love:

In your eyes I found the sea, calm, strong and powerfull.
In your eyes I found a dream, with jazz in his soul.
In your eyes I get lost, when you're smiles me.
In your eyes you get drops, when you said me bye.

I miss you! When the morning change my day, when the tangerines are dancing in my dreams. Because I miss your smiles, your eyes, your companiship. Be with you, at home...

But you said me bye...

Slowly dripping cold ...
slowly crossed my face ...
slowly welled up in my brain ...
ideas were created slowly ...
ideas come to light,
light full of hardship,
drops formed by hardships ...
drops of feelings.