Julio

Julio Jan 2019

There is a girl,
on the threshold of the world,
right there,
where everything is

But there are no castanets.

There is a girl,
as of Blue, she is of all colors,
with smiles of sunrises.
As a girl she has all ages,

Survivor,
pertinacious,
anxious about life,
delight of this life.

Drawing back the veils of time,
with a lot of effort,
she knows about death,
as much as I know

She has hope somewhere.

Soft and hard,
never give up,
Even in the night!
She wants to be eternal.

There is a girl sitting,
It's a girl,
who longs,
that suffers,
Even almost losing the balance.

Where the night and the day are one
uncertain place, she is

There is a ******* the edge of the world!

Julio Jan 2019

skin that is honey

Feeling the smoothness of the snow,
the steam coming out of my nostrils,
crackling my steps on the ground,
in the solid silence of the night.

thoughts,
omens,
wishes .......
and flavors never forgotten.

Vapors of a skin,
in which  has lodged me,
that has been opened to me ...
alive,  healthy and extensive.

A skin that is honey,
open as a fruit,
fleeting,
almost  steams and shines at night.

Julio Jan 2019

Cheri

Perfums of the pink acacia,
a moon crowned with lips of fires.
the silent vision of some bodies,
in a flowery bridge.

Images,
intimate secrets,
breezes of aromas,
destiny of time.

A good body does not age quickly,
everyone knows.

Song of the night to the light,
shine of eyes without light
howls of loneliness,
and only a small pain.

The memories spill,
sneak in the sand,
and for tomorrow........
no traces

And the raging winds will roar.

There is nothing more visible than what is not.

Julio Jan 2019

j'adoube

Tightening the eyelids,
I will play,
waiting for them to knock on the door ...

Remembering: queens never make deals.

I've heard it in the songs,
but do not judge me for that.

When you are in danger,
do not sink your head in the sand.

The desert listens,
and one day,
it will be a cry

We die
in the midst of wonders.

Let's sit on the floor,
and tell us stories.
This man can say ....
what bubbles in your heart.

I walk alone,
under the moon,
listening to the language of the earth.
powerful is the sound.

What is urgent inside me,
that almost made me worthy,
not for being, for knowing.

I have traveled,
I have been a pilgrim,
and I did not faint,
I'm still standing.

Maybe sometime,
you feel your soul reborn.
I just hope I can know it.

And remember:
The queens never comply a deal.

Julio Jan 2019

shinjitsu

Every secret keeps a truth,
and all truth entails a sacrifice.

But forgiveness is with you ...
.... to be feared.

We are born
because we are going to die.

From the deep
I invoke ...
Doubt is part of the faith.....
they are one.

Who knows a truth?
Who dares
to a sacrifice
much greater,
than to stop being himself?

Julio Jan 2019

yokuasa

The city purrs,
someone stumbles
and it says curses ........

There are hoses on the street.

Everything is white, black,
blurry,
greenish in the corners.

She whispers something,
with your index finger on her lips,
frowning,
A mermaid sounds
with a gesture she puts in its place the porter.

She  is still standing.
Is it all you wanted and deserve?

Someone climbs a ladder,
a child greets,
she makes a sculpture
with her  packages.

Was she a different person?

The time is thinner,
and the night fades,
...... she wish were then ...

She leans to soften her neck
Acommodates  her coat ,
and look at the taxi driver,
but he  did not pay attention

She keeps frowning .....
She still standing,
Is it all you wanted and deserve?
She is a different person, I think.

Julio Jan 2019

dark child

The time is short,
and the eternal mysteries,
they will remain.

This is Earth,
dear deads,
and not another dream.

And here the moment,
to live it ...
just once.

Memories,
as grain fall,
dust of time.

In my sadness,
in darkness,
all beings

¿Who will remake,
this body,
what is still throbbing?

I Know to double the pain ......
pervives childhood,
as a wounded tree.

Under the twilight,
we are strangers
A rarity

It rains hard,
and the night stretches ...
memories are drops.

The walls whisper,
voices from the past
that at night laugh.

I'm deceived,
this is what I have:
empty hands

After the scars,
my heart beats,
and crave.

"You are not alone",
They say ...

But I know the truth.

Although I dance and laugh,
my soul bleeds ....

Take my hand!

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