Please,
just a coffee.
An Irish Coffee!
So that I can remember
of my land.
So that I can remember
of my dreams.
So that I can remember
of the smell of grass.
So that I can remember
of the taste of rain.

Please,
just a coffee.
An Irish Coffee!
So that I remember everything.

Poetry bother me,
late night,
late in the day ,
does not matter!
.It Is a desire to *****
a new world,
a new thing
that makes me crazy,
Chases in bed ,
rips the mattress ,
I steal the covers,
I hijacks the pajamas.
.all Day bother me,
everyday,
all the time,
does not matter!
.A Poetry ****** me off
all the time,
robs me the second ,
the minutes , the entire clock.
.**** with my calm ,
bare my soul ,
accentuates my anger
and stone me ,
.me Turns inside out ,
disrespects me ,
me frightens ,
***** me ,
.She Takes me
and you receive me as anecdote,
Sometimes you love me
and sometimes I hate me .
Poetry completes me ,
But never satisfy me .
So addiction me
this drug me anesthesia ,
.They Treat me like a *****
And ***** me mercilessly ,
smells all my powder
and leave me in bed , alone.
.Me Separates ,
Alienates me ,
Enslaves me ,
I still buries in life.
.Make me to be
Another toy,
poetry that complete me ,
But never satisfies .

When is the right time
To make a decision
To bring the result expected
In the short time?
when sleep
I hope that my mind calm
The storm inside my heart
And slowly burning in my soul.
I'd love to say that renews me
Lie down and be able to rest
Without worrying about the ****
The whole world is doing around.
According tired unsure
If even I slept or stayed awake
Or that period of time where
It is not known what the exact place.
When I get up I see a strange world
And I wonder if even belong
In this load of crap
That is present in every corner of the window.
Reborn and die as well as sleep and wake
Every day that passes, every year
And the meaning of existence is lost
If it ever even had any.
When I think I catch something,
Even if it seems a small thing,
Become the ultimate of humanity,
In an almost complete rarity.
I run like a wild one
Do not know where, I have no idea,
Just run, just run
As a mad mad completely tormented.
If no secret even in this life
I do not know, not found and no wonder.
I only know that I was born. When? Someday!
I do not know, do not know or want to know.
Only interested me the 'when' of things.
The amount no longer matters so much,
After all, at that time of life,
The time of things is important.
Schizophrenia embraced arrives at the age,
Senility kiss my lips
And practically asks me to marry
In a final story already announced and predictable.
When?
Now!
Senile, anyway.
Amen!

honest people



What drives these people
Honest and so simple
Still insists ,
He fears nothing and not get tired ?

His hands say so much
And his look brings so much history ,
Your smile is real
And your pain , reward.

Each step is so welcome
And the search is so intense
I hardly understand me ,
Almost I do not see me .

My heart can not see
People cry, people suffer.
I add the ground and the direction ,
I lose faith and to the right.

I lose step ,
I lose track,
I lose so much,
I lose everything.

I'm speechless ,
I'm deaf,
I'm blind,
I lose the world.

Where all these people cry
Honestly that never tires
It's like a huge house
Where have people up on the balcony.

This dirt road ,
This dirt road ,
softly cry and beg
That hold on my heart.

If touch,
Feel ,
If arrange ,
If perfume.

If you assume ,
Take a chance ,
If talk ,
If understand.

Respect yourself,
To appreciate ,
If protect,
Be amazed .

If you miss ,
If seeketh
If help ,
If setting.

If you draw ,
Pride ,
If inspire,
Thrill .

To equilibrate ,
If set ,
Free yourself,
If you cover up .

If dating ,
If you choose ,
If desired,
If conquer .

If hug ,
If you kiss ,
Treat yourself ,
Love yourself!

Goodbye, I'm leaving,
Now no return.
In the end, I'm smiling
While you cry.

I've jumped the fence
And I fall in the dark,
I've played around the world
And I lived every second.

I've done a bit of everything
And I enjoyed every moment,
Already swam in the open sea
And I realized all desire.

I now off the party
And let only my story.
Refuse all almsgiving
And run away from this great school.

Now do not delay
Not any more second.
Comes to an end my life
And the anecdote.

Goodbye to my life,
Goodbye to the good life.
I leave part of my story
To make it in memory.

If I go to Paradise
I get there smiling,
I get there asking
Not return to this world.

No one respects anyone!

old prejudices
They arm themselves on street corners with divine ideas .
old prejudices
They rule the world since ancient times .

old prejudices
They are never forgotten or outdated .
Old prejudices :
Spends time and are always remembered .

old prejudices
With the skin color
Are old prejudices
And eternal concepts .

Old and older
Prejudices of old
They are old and eternal ,
eternal concepts .

Concepts are created ,
Concepts arm ,
Concepts as old
They are old prejudices .

as old ideas
And extreme measures
They are eternal pests
Who do not die of old .

old prejudices
They are old and old
eternal concepts
And eternal prejudices.

No one respects anyone!