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TO MY THOUGHTS!

Here I am just including many of the things that cross my mind. I call them thoughts because that is really what they are; they have no structure to be called poems. Here they are:

WITH TIME

With time you learn
the subtile diference
that exists between
taking someone's hand
and chainning your soul;
and you learn that love
doesn't mean to lean on somebody
and that company doesn't mean safety;
and you start to understand that
kisses are not contracts
nor the presents are promesses,
and you start to accept
your defeats,
keeping the head very high,
with the eyes wide open,
with the composure of an adult,
not with the desconcerted face of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads today
because tomorrow's land
is very uncertain to make plans;
with time you learn
that even the nice rays of the sun
will burn you if you expose yourself too much to them.

For that reason
live your present.

TIME

Time is like the wind,
it takes with it the light things,
but it leaves the heavy ones.

THIRST

If the desert of your soul is so dry that you can't see,
Come to me;
I'll melt my white dreams frozen by time ,
which lay on top of those green hopes of mine

PAISAJE CORAZON

En los valles de la agonia
y las praderas de la ilusion,
transitan los ciervos rojos
de mis confusos pensamientos.
Y en los lagos de la melancolia,
veo el reflejo del abismo negro
y profundo de tus ojos
divisando ampliamente
la sabana verde que cubre la montana,
y en su cima, los suenos blancos
ya congelados por el pasar del tiempo.

Sobre el cielo claro de tu sonrisa
vuelan las mariposas verdes
cargadas de esperanza y suenos
que danzan al ritmo del movimiento de tu cabello
agitado suavemente por el susurro de mis labios cuando dicen: Te Quiero.

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ENAMORADA

La nobleza en tu mirada
ha creado en mi un extrano efecto
pues he sido conquistada
por la replica de un hombre perfecto

Estoy enamorada
de unos ojos, unos labios y unas manos
estoy enamorada
y no es un amor de hermanos

Este amor que mi corazon desprende
es un fuego que quema
es un pensamiento que ofende
es un poema que expresa una pena

No quiero saber si me quieres
no quiero saber lo que piensas
ni siquiera quiero saber si me temes
solo se que morire si no regresas

Pero como con el viento te fuiste
mientras los pajaros cantaban
yo simplemente estuve triste
contando las gaviotas que pasaban

Ahora solo miro por la ventana
con la esperanza de volver a verte
mientras mi corazon de gitana
palpita por volver a tenerte

29/11/01

If I look over my shoulder
I'll spot my hopes and dreams,
But no matter how much I wonder
I can't understand what they mean

If Frustration was a term that described a broken soul
Then my heart would be in pain and my spirit would feel old

I cannot feel the pain, I cannot see the rain,
I can only live the moment and wait in vain