I wanna dance the mambo,the cubin cuba mambo,

I wanna dance the cha cha,hips movement with the cha cha!

or maybe try the salsa, deep ,sensual, is the salsa.

I wanna dance the samba,the fun brazilian samba,

or maybe the lambada,brazilian hot lambada!

My favourite s' the tango,intense ****** tango,

Lost in  the  flamenco,ardent spanish flamenco.

May even try the polka,high energy in polka,

the Czech bohemian polka!

I wanna go and party,good time ,dancing the rumba,

latino americano,cubano, africano.

I wanna do the hip hop,hip hop,hip hop,don't stop.

Dance reign  in the ballroom,

as I dance the Ball Room,under and above,

With you ,I dance my last dance,the classic dance of love.



Are you ready partner ?

I am

the red ripe apple  of the sinful tree
the honey suckle of the bumble bee

the pink blushed  rose of the secret garden
the stubborn spoilt lass never in pardon

the youngest daughter of the shining sun
the castle dream girl in  sands of fun

the jealous lover of the crescent moon
the blowing wind in a strong monsoon

the first white swan in the silver lake
the seizmic tremor of  a hot earthquake

the scarlet love bird on each window pane
the falling tear drop of  clear crystal rain

the candle's flicker of each passionate flame
the  mystery madam,mademoiselle or dame?

the  copper butterfly in each serene meadow
the Sunday's church girl in snow flake's shadow

the brown eyed maiden of  the deep blue seas
the pretty woman of ripe strawberries

the old fashioned  girl in sweet proposal
the gold  stringed harp in music's motion

the colored smile on a rainbow's face
the flamenco dancer  covered with  lace

the little mermaid in pirates'streams
the wafting wave in  glittered dreams

the twinkling star of black silk skies
the little lantern  light of fire-flies

the Cindirella in glass slippers
the happy verse of each romance

the soft wind's voice in a whispered breeze
the wood wind chime in sweet melodies

the Wishing feather of a free  white dove
the veiled young lady in the power of love.

The Poet is the language,the mystery of Monalisa's smile,

the brush of Caravaggio and the finest painting of Vangogh.

The Poet is the sonnet of Mozart anf the symphony of Bach,

a tragedy of Shakespeare and the saddest verse of Pablo Neruda.

The Poet is the blue Danube in waltz and the Swan Lake in Ballet.

The Poet is the renaissance of passion and the remnant of life,

the dilemma of morality,the shadow of deed,and the ombra of sin.

The Poet is the fantasy of each Sunrise and the illusion of every Sunset,

the wave in tide of wishes,carried in a bottle to  dune drunk shore.

The Poet is the believer, dream lover in a hot passionate crazy affair,

the magician who creates fables and fairytales from a deadly reality.

The Poet is the worker who works and works to survive,to cope in this

demanding,sophisticated,stigmatic  concrete hypocratic world.

The Poet is the thief of time,with eyes flutterin on late nights,

Still loyal to the pen,His thoughts  in verse,bleedin fragranted words.

The Poet is an Omnipotent servant,with a will to ask and crave to learn.

A Philosopher,whose always an amateur in the pursuit of wisdom.

The Poet is an eternal slave of His Muse,the beverage of inspiration,

the spouse married to literature,adulterer of lyric,deceiver of prose.

He Knows no lapsus in all that is scandalous,royalty or sacred.

He is the artist, musician, actor,the clairvoyant  of destined paths.

He is the cheap clay's mold,carved in the sculpture of the next century.

The Poet is the unfinished book,the chapter in yesterday,

He is the Nobody of today and the bookmark  of tomorrow.


                      T  H  E        POET     IS       YOU    ! ! !

Have you
  ever seen
     God?

   I have
never seen
   God

But

Somehow,
i love him
  crazily

  Somehow,
  i need him
   urgently

Somehow,
 i feel his touch
  deeply
                    
  I adore
   " god "
He is the One!

He is the one
     above
  "My God"

My conscience
 echoes loudly,
     "SIN"

But

   I burn
    in Hell
 to have Him
                            
Is it idolatry?
 Obsession?
  passion?

  Yearn?
  Want?
  Desire?

      It is all! 
all  my emotions!
all i wake up for!

  He is the air,
   I breathe
  from my lungs

He is the heart,
   which bleeds
 on each sheet

He is the dream,
     the soul
of my existence
              
He is  My Love,
the man I call
  "my  god"

I'm a Hush marshmallow
Silky sunshine yellow
far from moony mellow
spelling spells of Hello

Risisng above the Hill
Just behind the mill
with much love to spill
giving you a thrill
from your window sill

I'm a  ***** flight
of non stop delight
Naughty grown up child
playing husky wild
On a dusky night

I'm your cadbury
almond joy candy
Red soft jelly bean
box of A.B.C
Caramel nut me

I'm all you could think
I'll be your everything
Just to see you smile
Just to hear you sing
Rainbows I shall bring

You're my cuddly bear
full of tender care
with a hug to share
Tender soft whisper
Ripe and pulpy pear

You're the one i miss
with hot lips to kiss
You're a life of bliss
Passion flame of hiss
Sweet sugary delicous

You're my sandwich lunch
with that crispy crunch
I'm your Cuchi munch
You're my fruity punch
Handsome Honey Bunch

You're my sunshine man
Hundred out of ten
I'm your sol fun girl
a Rich Oyster's pearl
I'm your  best pen fan.

Where do we belong?Where did we go wrong?

Weren't Our emotions deep enough, to make us stay?

I look back in yesterday,I swear,Can still hear you play,

a latino boy,playing his guitar,singing a love song,

to a brown eyed girl,born in the month of May



Our candle blaze no light,Our flame has slowly died,

No more stars to watch,No sweet kisses in the night,

Our ardent river of fervent dreams has dried,

No cheek to cheek,No smiles to greet,We left it  all,

You are not here,I am not there,We are forever gone



Where do we belong?Where did we go wrong?

Weren't our emotions deep enough,to make us stay?

I look back in yesterday,I swear, Can still hear you play,

a latino boy,playing his guitar,singing a love song,

to a brown eyed girl,born in the month of May



  Happy Promises  buried in grains,we won't see face to face,

   Can't hear your voice,Silence echoe  in cold and distant caves,

Two hearts carried  away,by desperate  tides and savage waves.

Soft whispers whirled in strong  winds, not knowing where to blow,

I'm yours,You're mine,have sunk in space and time of letting go.



Where do we belong?Where did we go wrong?

Werent Our emotions deep enough to make us stay?

I look back in yesterday,I swear,Can still hear you play,

a latino boy,playing his guitar, singing a love song,

to a brown eyed girl,born in the month of May.