The tears that I waste
is the tears that we create
And We have not met.
We crave for our fresh
but we have not met
We dream for a better sunset
but we have not met
A night on bed
But we have not met
A date on the lake
but we have not met
I do not know how it will end
But we have fornicated.

Let me cry tonight
With the absent of love
With my pillow, which only smell like me
I meet one and I dream a whole life with her
I dream about making her my
My only one and that last one
I give everything from that second of my life
Just to make her smiley
and end her suffering from this earth
But at the end...
Was only a dream...

From love we suffer
From ashed we stand
From death we escape
and from life we dream
We struggle for love
We struggle for dreams
We are attach to an illusion star
But we never stop writing poems...

In a shallow night, the emptiness suffocate me.
My heart crumble from you,
and only you knows how to solve the puzzle.
I dream the day that, your kiss makes me remind of the 70s and 80s
Were love on earth was pure in union, and people did not care about
nothing...but just love.
Make me feel alive again,
Make me feel in love again,
Only the key of my happiness is in your hands, to reveal the true me.

We are not together,
But everyday I dream about you,
and an eternal love for you
is awaiting within me.
Let me cuddle your sad soul,
with this lovely love...

One night the moon smiled at me,
and I saw peace within me.
One day I saw you, and the moon
tilted for you.

I am an alcoholic,
A man who drinks a lot.
Just to feel what is in the other world.
I open another one, and I dream about you.
I am an alcoholic,
I will always be, because of this feelings,
that makes me be creative and a poet.
This poem is my alcohol, and you my dear...
You are my alcohol...