oh secret muse,
the shinning eyes,
the perfect smile

adored in the twiligth,
the vision before nigth,
traps this ******* rigth

oh the tender smile,
the gracious laughs,
you are indeed the
adored one.

beneath the moon,
looking in your eyes,
hope and a smile

secret muse you indeed
make the ******* shine,
inside and out

with a secret glow, the shine
of the one that is loved,
the shine of a smile.

the path is all aroud,
cause you followed
your heart, that is the
sacred path.

the secret way to do
things rigth, is following
your heart.

not shinning like a star, but
as a man, doing rigth,
following his heart, working
on love.

the star in my skies,
shinning brigth, day and nigth
sacred muse, pasion and deligth

elegant and brigth,
beautiful and truth,
divine and prophane,

oh secret muse, queen of hearts,
divine ligth in the ******* nigth,
your love makes a world shine.

el pliegue erogeno,
la piel deseada, y el deseo
en mi mente

camino entre los hombres,
con tu piel en mi mente, la dorada
verdad que emana de ti.

en tus ojos la calma de saberte amada,
deseada, y en tu cuerpo, y en tu mente,

la hermosa veracidad, y el juego
erotico, languido y sensual,
de mirarte a los ojos.

sentir la paz, que emana de
tu cuerpo, el balsamo, pleno
de tu delicada figura, van conmigo.

y la plena ensoñacion, se,
vuelve verdad, en tus ojos,
de leona.

besar tu cuerpo, y abrazarlo en silencio,
hermosa y serena, insegura, fragil
y salvaje, adorada.

cada desicion, no nos separa, nos une
aun mas, sigue tu alma , tu corazon.

en tus ojos y en tu cuerpo, esta mi
ferozidad perdida, y en tu pliegue erogeno,
mi deseo y devocion.

oh leona de montaña, eres la paz, el deseo,
y la serenidad, que me hace fuerte, sereno,
humano, en paz.

en tus ojos y en tu pecho, la bella y dulce tonada,
que arrulla mis sueños, en silencio.

lejos de haber perdido tiempo y vida,
solo preambulos, antes de tu calma, y tu bella
inseguridad.

y en mi mente tus ojos, tu piel,
tu presencia, firme segura, hermosa y
paciente.

y tu aparente fragilidad, es contrastada
con la belleza de tus ojos de leona
de montaña.

accepting the lion in,
it´s roaring, hunger,
instincs and ferocity,

the despair of killer instincts,
the joys of the feasts, as a parody

of humanity.  And control,
is the key element, in your human,

and the animal within roars,
when the enemy talks back.

in love is all the same, territories,
loving hurts with a lion in, all

is tricky with the lion inside,
cannot scape from yourself,

or the lover you choose to give in,
is crazy to be you the lion in, loving

or just never giving in, it can be a pain,
loving the preys, in a dogs game,

even so, in the end, you will feed
from your prey, as a lover, as a friend,

as a cat, just feeding, or as a lion,
looking to her lioness, loving her sweet

doors, aumenting your despair, of not
harming yor lioness, biting softly,

her sweet and long modiglianis neck,
entering her body, as a lion, as a man.

the begin of it all, is the eyes of the prey,
saving you from yourself, advices of lioness,

only knowing, that honney is not enough, when
the inner beast wakes in, and they are all preys,

in those times, maybe her love can save your day,
but is never a game of hunting a prey, just the

animal within, kicking and screaming, for you
to let him out, of your human chest, lying there

as a kity, not as the beast of beasts, screaming for
you to **** her pups, and take her as your lioness.

as the base, the umbilical
cordon of passion, unitying
two people

the wormth conextion, of honney
and fire, but alone, in flames.

as funeral pire, no rest, no eyes
that as a balsam, help to mitigate
the pain, that burns as loneliness

of the one who
loves in the distance, and see
in strangers eyesthye eyes of
the one not specting him, but loves
him still.

lost, incomplete, vain,
unplugged, hopeless waking
between men,

as body without soul,
as man with no heart, its in the hands
of the one, stabing his back.
is in mondegos hands,that luckily
was not needed,  the dark ****

my eyes lost in apparent boringness,
nigth carries my steps, of plane
incompleteness.

assorted on mi mind,
the tantric desire, lays subsole,
as abandonned mine, in the shadow
of it.

the vain desire, scapes between
stertores, of an eternnal flame,
that never stops burning, only her
palorosa balsam, calms the
incomplete fire, tacit, vain, unconnected


while subsole, front of the seas,
they both dream, with the son
of venus, but will never
have me

in a decadent, eternal party,
where they only suffer,
for the love that cannot have


david montecinos.

silence the everlasting
fire, and the thirst of
your skin,  well satisfed.


never doubtfull,  your eyes
shine of placer, desire, and
complete satisfaction.

humdty in my pelvis, the
silky and sour shine, in the
lap of this gratefull  and loved
lion.

and for a minute,
just in that moment, im
complete, serene, loved, wanted,
a full beast, serened and thankfull

the sorrow, the pain, and fouling acts,
and the brutal theft, are just bumps,
overcomed, erased with the humidity
of your ***.

doubtfull is the one, that  
has not loved, her lie is a heavy
cross, dark, fatal, deadly, her soul
will never love beneath the divine
phalus.

in return, your eyes, truth,
love and venture, loving an
impossible, but loving even so,
stertores of your  loved and
kissed ******.

penetrated, softly and ferouciously,
are the echo of the fire, crashing the
sea, making life, steam, watering the
earth, generating the trofhic cicle,
of life, fire and water, steam of life,
passion between two beasts,
beautiful and loved.

your honney and your
desire, WILD, intense,
evergreene,  are vitals,
for a beast of montecristo,

that just drags, harm and pain,
of betrayal, every cut, every  scratch,
every stabing, made of me, the strong man
that y am.

unbreakcable, and living, loving impossibles
destroying the lies, ending the weakness
of  layars, full of hate,  and envy,
for losing  that, holding our
lives.

after that, and for their weakness
montecristo is the winner, a beast
with a heart, learning to love, the possible
and the impossible, to dissapear in the other,
rapped in her ligth, and her beauty,


the evil and weak of the mondego girls,
only speed up, their catastrophy,
y stand alone before their mistakes, and their
lies and anathems, turn against them,
truth clean the waters, and the fire make the
steam, that generates life, makng a full cicle.

so, threw desire, and mutual passion,
impossible happens, in the name of life,
and love, the desire quimera, could never erase
the time we touch, dispise the difference
full and wild.

generating steam, making life,
roaring, *******, groaning, and
in my mind and in yours, the same
desire, the overwelming truth, our truth,
and the incompresible lie, vain, the
echoes of the false, and ther infectious lies,
corrupting wath was always life.

the false notion of love, and their
acomplisses, with her conning, and the
not aceptacion, vain or insane,
dark, crazy and
incomplte.

acallado el fuego,
imperecedero, y la
sed de tu piel, saciada
con creces.

vacilante nunca, pues
tus ojos brillan,de placer,
deseo, satisfaccion total
y absoluta.

la humedad en mi pelviz,
el brillo sedoso, y agridulce
en mi regazo de leon amado.

y por un momento, justo en
ese momento, estoy completo,
sereno, amado, deseado, una
bestia plena, serena, agradecida.

la pena, el dolor, la ira y su desidia,
y el latrocinio brutal, son solo escollos
borrados con la humedad de tu ****.

vacilante es aquella, que no ha amado,
su mentira es una cruz pesada, oscura,
fatua, inerte, su alma jamas podra amar,
bajo  el falo divino.

en cambio, tus ojos, verdad, amor y ventura,
amando un imposible, y aun asi amando,
los estertores de tu ****** amada, besada,

penetrada, tierna y ferozmente, son el eco
del fuego chocando con el mar, provocando la vida,
el vapor, que riega la tierra, que genera el ciclo troffico
de la vida, fuego y agua, vapor de vida, pasion,
entre dos bestias, bellas y amadas.

tu miel y tu deseo, SALVAJE, intenso,
perenne, son vitales en la soledad,
de una bestia de montecristo, que solo, acarrea

el daño y el dolor, de las traiciones,
cada corte y puñalada, me hicieron el
hombre fuerte, que ahora soy.

indestructible, y viviendo, amando
imposibles, destruyendo la mentira,
acabando con las debilidades, de los que solo
mienten, llenos de odio, envidia y rencor,
por haber perdido el tornillo que sujeta
nuestra vida.

luego de eso, y por sus debilidades, montecristo
es vencedor, una bestia con corazon, que aprendio
a amar, lo imposible y lo posible, a desaparecerse
en el otro, envuelto en su luz, y su belleza, y la
debilidad y maldad de aquellas chicas mondego,

solo apuraron la debacle, me bato solo
frente a sus errores, riendo y contestando
a las mentiras, sus mentiras y anatemas,
se volvieron en su contra, la verdad limpio el agua,
y el fuego hizo el vapor, completando el ciclo de vida.

asi, mediante el deseo, y  la mutua pasion, ocurrioze
lo imposible, en pos de la vida, y el amor.
la quimera del deseo, nunca borro, aquella vez
que nos tocamos, a pesar de las diferencias, plenos,
salvajes.

generando el vapor, cogiendo, gruñendo, bramando,
en mi mente y en la tuya, el mismo deseo,
la inconmesurable verdad, nuestra verdad,
y la incomprensible mentira, fatua, el eco de lo falso,
y sus mentiras infecciosas, corrompiendo, y enlutando
lo que siempre fue luz y vida.

la falsa nocion de amor, en el yerro, y sus
secuazes, con su engaño de la no aceptacion,
la necedad, u la locura, fatuos oscuros incompletos.