fire lips, feline walk
the perfect simetrie,
animal desire ethereal
sweetnes.

under mi sinner eyes, of
a divine madman, y find her
in shadows

sempithernal muse,
beautiful, serene, sweet,
as strawberry jam, and
wild as a lioness


your saving fire, between
the ashes of betrayal, your
kiss of fire, woke the sleeping
by hate, torture and pain
desire.

dark rellity, brougth me her
saviour lips, and with them
the verbe, oh ethereal muse
oh strawberry jam.

the fires lips, and silk
skin, hidden in shadows,
with her kisses of silk.

the sweet beauty of a leopard,
beautfiul, serene, you are life,
and fire, desire.

you walk on beauty, threw the
polluted airs, cleaning it all,
with fierce simplicity.

oh ethereal muse, beautfiul, eternal,
you eyes shine, knowing the one
who looks, adores you in silence.

your simplicity, superbe, beautiful,
sweet, wild, you are
the ethereal muse.

your silk kisses, give life,
hold it, silence the mugle doubts
with your leopard eyes.

the eyes are the sun,
in the dark artist's life,
hidden in plain sigth.

your sweetnes, oh
ethereal muse, you give
vigor, strength, a reason.

the silk kisess, and the
lost looks, take emptines,
and fill it all, threw your eyes,

the ethereal eyes, company
my dream, y adore you, as
mi goddess, company, contention,
compassion, evoqued feelings
of your eyes.

all spiritual, is the consecuence
of you, making a beast love,
you make it human, divine,
serene, loved, as its love and
adores you.

silently, threw this hello place
for madmen and poets, the rest
is haters, jealousy, or acomplisses of
creeps.

oh silk kisses, that save mi life,
in most vill of nigths, and bring
back the human in me.

oh muse, lover, you fill it all
with love, with your eyes of
ethereal leopard, mi sun.

je adore, oh loved  muse,
you are mine, beautiful,
human, divine, your kisses
give life, you love me,
and y adore you, you are mi
goddess, your silk kisses
save mi life.

c'est tout, c'est tout
je adore.

the ferocious coithus interrupted,
for that look, of a feline woman
of lioness on fire

your body,  screaming for the
placer, hidden in your own
body.

claming for a lascivious touch,
looking for me to wip you
tiernamente.

and then love you in silence.

the feroucious torsion, of
your body, touching
mine.

the litlle fire, become
explosion, in your gutts, of,
feline woman.

your roaring for my bite,
then you stay quiet,
looking silent.

for that loved beast,
to ******* in the dark,
as a good girl, wanting
danger.

and the equinoctial touch,
becomes plaseant.

as if the pain and the lost,
where the exquisite consecuense,
of being wath you are,
a lioness.

a goddess biting the dust,
between the lost and the
exquisit, of your fall,
of your humanisation.

being lost you find your center,
your lioness, roaring,
oh loved beast.

lost in the estertors,
of your insides, on fire,
and between that fire,
you found her.

your lioness, your leopard,
wild beautiful,
and serene,
adored, loved,
free,
  mine.

my leopard.

bajo la aparente obscuridad,
el rojo nacarado de tus labios,
me otorgo tu luz

entre los mustios y ciegos
besos de fuego, tu absorbiste
mi obscuridad

no hubo magia, fue,
solo eso, dos entes oscuros,
absorbiendo luz,

una bestia con cabeza de
loewe, azolado y atormentado,
por su dolor.

entre la perdida y el
desdén, y con el deseo, pegados
en su piel.

la luz en la oscuridad absoluta,
años buscando esa piel de seda,
aquellos labios dulces como miel

esos labios sedosos y olorosos,
de una sombra hermosa,  una
leona en la oscuridad

y quien sabrá, solo la oscuridad,
sobre esa piel de seda, que otorgo
luz en una noche oscura.

un loewe cualquiera, el descendiente,
perdido, buscando la manera, y aquella piel
de seda, de  miel oro y fuego.

un león, perdido en la sombra, buscando
aquella piel de seda, que como gracia divina,
o como favor de dioses amigos.

me encontró,  atrapo y amo
en la sombra, justo antes del
amanecer, dando vida, al
corazón ennegrecido

y el influjo de vida, de fuerza,
para resistir a mis embates,
controlándose tierna mente

sin asustarse de mis rugidos,
solo el fuego hermoso que me dio
con sus labios nacarados

con sus labios de mujer, una fiera
hermosa con piel de seda, perfumada,
y hermosa, una musa en la sombra

resistiendo tierna mente a los embates,
de la bestia sedienta de su ****, de su sangre
besando su piel milímetro a milímetro.

aquella sombra hermosa, con piel de seda
labios nacarados, resistió, aunque solo
deseaba yacer junto a esta bestia,

sedienta de su cuerpo, sus labios,sus piernas
infinitas, su **** de muer hermosa,
la bella y dulce leoncilla, que fue mía
en la oscuridad.

el feroz coito interrumpido,
por esa mirada, de mujer gato,
de leona de fuego.

tu cuerpo gritaba por el
placer, escondido de tu propio
deseo.

clamas por un toque lascivo,
buscas  que te azote
tenderly.

y luego te ame en silencio.

la feroz torsión de tu
cuerpo, rozando
el mio.

la mustia y quieta llama,
se volvió fogata, en tus entrañas,
de mujer felina.

ruges por  mi mordida,
luego te dejas estar,
mirando silente.

que aquella bestia deseada,
te folle en la oscuridad,
como niña buena, que
desea peligro.

y el roce equinoccial se
vuelve placentero,

como si el dolor y la perdida,
fuernan la exquisita concecuencia,
de ser lo que eres, una leona,

una diosa que muerde el polvo,
entre la perdida y lo exquisito
en tu caída, y en tu
humanización

estando perdida hallaste el centro,
tu leona, rugiendo,
amada bestia.

perdida entre los estertores,
de tus entrañas, en fuego, y entre ese
fuego la hallaste

  tu leona,tu leoparda
    hermosa salvaje,
  serena.

davide montesquieu

i love the way,
you put a smile on my face,
all the weird litle things
got me, thinking on the chance
of living again, or trying to thou,

the ways of looking back in secret,
the way you look like her, the lion owner,
the ligth of lights knows, someday i will
live, even if she owns my heart, some other will
accept that, and be with me, hopefully, and knowing
that my heart is not mine anymore.

that is my prerrogative anyway, a shared beast
a lover that will love you entyreli, and faithfully,
but knowing that in secret, he two, loves another
the same way he may love you, and that is it,
no catch or trap, no ******* crap, just an inpossible
story, that will remain for ever, secretly, respectfully.

silently and faithfully taken, a romantic beast, a lover
and a fool, a ****** killing beast, with love capacity
and a faithfull lover, adoring you, but knowing,
that he loves another, and for ever will,
if my heart can be shared, and i know it can,
she could be the other one, owning the lion's heart.

hopefully that other one understands,
there is storys that never end, last and last,
as looks in the distance, will never end,
and the distant lovers, will always be that,
distant and inloved, dispice the odds,
and dispice the distance, but that is all.

the heart is strange, and whimpsy, so
maybe i could love you, as i love her,
no buts, just that, i trie to forget, and trie to
not care or look back again, that don't work,
so crazy the litle secrets in the lion's heart.

dispice that, i will love again.
find someone, then, loving her,
she may know already, i could love her,
make her mine, **** his pups,
take her in heat, making her mi lioness.

a litle beasty girl, to love,knowing,
that the half of my heart can be hers.
the other half, is owned, and for ever
will be.

i watch obsenity,
lascivious acts,
looking for normality,

the spoted back, the traps
are everiwhere, and
*** is inspiring, i aspire to
normality, an afective life

healing mi heart, and accept
the *******, of relations, and feel
normal, all live'd theyr lives,
mine was stolen, for some creep old *******,
just the need, of feeling normal, accept the pain

as a normal man, or trie to feel as one,
is the gold of watching *** on the phone net,
the search of normality, despice the eyes y adore
and the highnes of loving someone, up there,

and every once a year or so, there is this look
in front of me, loving me in secret, understanding,
silent and sweet, all the rest if stupidity, and wounds
of a child arrased for the creeps, and their need of posses
someone, they don't understand, or love, is just obsession.

even so, the spots in my back, are clean,
my sanity too, so sometimes watching ****,
is just looking for normality, and wash away the pain,
of carry the creep in my ears. still inside my ears,
talking to me, and never letting go.

as whympy woman, or a souless creep,
but never get to me, **** in the window,
remainds me, how creepy and stupid they are.

and me, i m feeling more normal every day,
my heart is operative, and ready to live, dispise
the creep. i am a free man, alive and clean,
my soul is good, my heart is pumping, and i am,
very normal and *****, indeed.

the light in the darkest of times
the lover of past times

the ruler of my life
the only love in poets heart

even in the darkest of times
your eyes where my light,

the queen of mi heart
the light of my dark

old friend of lost times,
secret lover, friend of mine

kissing a rose is give her
your mortal heart.

never forgotten lover
of dreams far gone.

always my lover
and always by mi side

old lover owner of
my heart, still and

always the love of mine,
secret  lover, light of my dark

still the owner of my heart,
the Indian serenade of this poets heart

light in the stained
and lonely poets life.

the only certainty of mi
crazy painful life, light of my dark

the only one, queen and Tirane
of my lonesome life.

light of the lights, my tiger
shining bright, lover of my life.

queen and Tirane of troubled times,
and the star of my blue skies.

the last kiss broke the poets heart
even so, still the owner of my heart.


from war to peace in your eyes
carry my life, **** lover of the past.

shining brighter then the skies,
your eyes, the light of my dark

and the queen of all my arts,
last kisses are never the last.

only the prologue of future ones,
in a future for lovers nights.

sweet old lover from the past,
since tree, the owner of my heart.

and the queen and muse,
of this ex artist life and arts.

always remember the last kiss,
the prologue of future ones.

always in the mind of this lover
of your heart, and always

by mi side. as lovers should love,
secretly, loving in silence.

as the moon and the sun,
always and never apart

old lover of the past,
the last kiss was not the last

just a moment and you always be
mine, the secret lover of the past.

the lips of honey, are
fire red, and give my life

thou beauty is the truth in
my heart, Keats was right

truth is beauty, if she is
really the one.

the one and only ruler
of your heart.


no one is her, the one and only
ruler of my heart, **** Tirane of the past

always the light
in the darkest  of times.

so tiger shining bright,
always the lover, the secret
owner of my heart.