1/11/2018

6 am

I can't sleep.
Thinking about you as usual,
Never go away, never get there to late.
No precedents,
No friends,
No horses ,
No eggs,
No faces,
Is fading away,
Warm,  sick and wet.
I heard a voice into the darkness,,
It's you?
Are you will be here at 6am?
I wish .
Only whispers of the ancient voices,
Those portraits on the wall,, never better
Never a live.
A word for this work

Definition of oeuvre

plural oeuvres play \ˈu̇-vrə, ˈə(r)-, ˈœ-\

: a substantial body of work constituting the lifework of a writer, an artist, or a composer a catalogue of Rembrandt's oeuvre

1/04/2018

Now the songs have a FACE, Crime, Gustavo Cerati...

I got tired of waiting
I don't know anything about you

You left so much in me
In flames I lay
in a slow change of color

I realized I lost you

What else can I do?
If I don't forget I'll die
and another crime will be left
and another crime will be left
unsolved

A prompt treason
and we got out of love
maybe that's what I get.

My ego is going to explode
there where you are not
oh... jealousy again
 What else can I do?
if I don't forget I will die
and another crime will be left
and another crime will be left
unsolved.
 I don't know
How much longer is it, I don't know
If it's too late, I don't know
If I don't forget, I will die
What else can I do?
What else can I do?

Now I know what losing feels like
 Another crime will be left
another crime will be left
unsolved.


1/01/2018

Tauriel,, Why does it hurt so much?

"Tauriel: 

If this is love,
I do not want it. 

Take it from me, please.
Why does this hurt so much? 

Thranduil: 

Because it was real.”







12/13/2017

We choose... from Her, Her, THE BEST!


Oh we choose
The way we'll remembered
No you will smoke me to ambers
Oh we choose
And not one got one
No you can't be denied
I think I think we could do anything
Our wings are broke but we'll keep on gliding
I think I think we could do anything
Our wings are broke but we'll keep on gliding
Oh we choose to be the one I am
And you can be denying
Oh we choose it's time to subside
I'm choose ?? oh no
I think I think we could do anything
Our wings are broke but we'll keep on gliding

Agatha!!!

This is nonsense
Please.
I will stop writing this,
is none senses
I will stop reading poems at night,
those basters bring me
new ideas,
those basters at night,
Please Agatha,
Agatha,, kill them all
in pieces,
in words,
not phrases,
the phrases can fight together against,
just stop them please.
only for tonight.

Communication at nights

You touched my skin,
I touched yours.
We said is not fair,
Our tears found each other,
We sad good bye,
It was a dream..
But we touched our skin...
Beautiful songs,
beautiful Tango...

12/09/2017

I did not know how to love.. my Only love

You came to me
Like poetry in the song
Showing me
A new world of passion
Loving me
Without selfishness, without reason
More without knowing
What was love
I protected my heart
The sun went away
why me singing your song
Loneliness
He takes control of all emotions
FORGIVE ME!
If the fear stole my illusion
You came to me
I did not know how to love
why is this song alone ....