Luz radiante y cálida
Sonrisa que me envolvía
Ausencia que duele.

Alma libre y sincera
Conquistó mis complejidades
Ya no está, solo el eco.

Risas y juegos compartidos
Momentos que atesoro
Vacío que me ahoga.

Recuerdos que me acompañan
Paseos bajo la luna
Despertar con aroma

Primer beso al  sol.
Naranjas que tiñen el cielo
Café con sabor a sueños

Su ausencia me llena de tristeza
Testigo que ya no está
Un mundo sin ella.

The undefeated Sun has been denied us.
There is a cat on the terrace
looking at me,
does that count?

Today caranchos and chimangos
they disputed food,
like every day,
I admire that consistency.

Someone reminded me of Kosova,
the best and greatest friend,
grateful is little,
Thousand!

The sun rose in the east,
where I always wait for it,
but these days I watch where it goes,
to that West ,
where you are somewhere.

I don't know there ......
here,
the morning is gray,
of cold breath,
of Sol erased.

I don't know there ......
here,
silence prevails,
the roundness,
and a clean blue.

Here....
the leaves dazzle,
the water runs cold .....
but water!

And there?

I don't know there ....
here ,
I look East
my eternal horizon… ..
the vastness itself.

By Western mountains,
in incandescent white,
clouds,
and wind.

Here,
the creatures enjoy the morning,
of running,
to fly,
to dare.

There?

I don't know there .....
here,
the day unfolds radiantly
and full of promises.

Today ,
are there glowing promises out there?

Leave your body in my arms
Let yourself feel the warm heat of me
Trust
Trust a hope without promises
My arms are an extension of my soul
And your body of mine

We who have lived almost everything
It is the memories that surround us
The hope in you
in your dreams and in your joyous strength

You must know
We have less certainty
Fewer dreams
Fewer doors to open

This is life

But in something we are alike
life is only worth living
as if we were eternal
until the end

Have a great trip

In quarantine the glasses appear thicker
The furthest trees
muted sounds
Life slows down

I am losing the memory of hugs,
the softness of the skins,
the intensity of the looks
and the heat of the kisses

I'm like in a long dream
In which I go from hope to weariness
The leaves seem to sway to the beat of a music I do not hear.
Isolation makes me feel strange

And by the way the sky is clearer

Fate has put us here and now

In isolation and virtuality we die at least a little

We can hear, read  and see each other
But the skin and breath of the other have been lost
Hugs freeze in midair
The humidities are missed

This is the sacrifice
For what we love
For what we want to preserve
We must die for a while

Today loving is being alone

I've already lived, I think, most of my life
Time breaks down and disarms
Time is always short, slender.

And not by looking back,
I have to become salt.
Life is full of miracles and wonders
Always!


Even in the mud
In despair,
in the void
and the anguish

And for that I give thanks

Even near  the end
The moon is my friend

If we bet the obvious
We Will lose

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of dreams
and go for them.
Tonight I will   make a toast for a happy new year for you and your dreams!
Go for all your dreams!

What you do not give, you take it away.

Only a little sand fits in a closed hand,
and  open one let all the desert sand pass.

In autumn the forces regroup,
mutan, shut up .....
..... in spring they will be scream and scandal

To give you must be willing to receive.

That leaf is eternal ....... !.

I'm just a bubble of foam from a wave that breaks on the coast

Friend of the soul,
my brother.

Do you remember grandfather's attempts with the violin?
And grandma's cake?
Yes?
You are good then ...

There are still things that give you goosebumps ...?
A word,
or a smile
or the white of a snowfall,
whatever?

You weigh your affections
even above your appetites?
Are you loyal even though you shouldn't be?
Do you look at the moon every so often?

If so,
I have good news
very good news

You are still alive!

here spring broke his back to winter
all awakening is coming
And Im glad for this

Memories like drops in the sand
but  not lost
they come and go
today and always

The feeling of petals brushing my face
wrapped my body in your vibrant voice
the complicity of ours skins
and the delicious humidities

I remember that day
that moment
that you
today and always

Our soaked faces
in a warm rain
The laughs, the jokes
our looks

Wet hugs
shiny skins
yearning bodies
on that morning

It was a great rain
of sparkling moments
our love  all around us.....
....it was a great day

Life never stops

I assume my sins
my life, my deads
what I have left
it's more than a groan

I broke promises
I killed some hopes
walking winding roads
not defeated

My soul is not captive
shouts ,
laugh
and sometimes he cries.

My love still survives

The winds of the West will bring me peace

The woman's hat was blown
she runs wobbly to reach it
The clouds pass quickly to the horizon
There are puddles on the pavement

It has not stopped raining
Nothing is left dry
the blue of the sky
and the sun's rays are missing

The woman definitely lost her hat
My memories are like these raindrops
and drain from my head
forming stories on the pavement

The laborious goldfinches
look for seeds under the snow
persistent creatures
they don't give up!

The neighbor's dog
sleep on the fallen leaves
above  eaglets hover in circles
alerts and proud

The cypress waves its branches
to the west wind
drawing riddles
on snow

Even in the white wasteland
life does not stop for anybody

A cold and calm dawn,
with the silence that the snow gives.
Some bird songs are heard
leaving clear tracks on the crunchy ground

The sun doesn't even guess above.

The heat of your hand
rub my cold lips.
The words are crystal clear
when they are said.

Today I see you all
and it is not necessary to understand
listening your soul
on an empty day of words

Today our love is diaphanous and simple.

Without your voice and your whispers
nor your warmth
and your softness
This bed seems bigger

Without you
the night is broken
and meaningless
Tonight the stars turn to black

Love
Even with instructions for sinking.
He's given me more
than pains and sufferings

I just regret it.
that I've let go of.
those to whom I turned my back
that I allowed to leave without trying

The one with the flowers
The one of my blood to sprout
The one with longing lips
That strange red of dawn
The red of hating
That red of love

I love this red

to give
you have to be willing to receive
even without the flower

there is no forgiveness
without redemption
despite the flower

perceives the flower as a flower
even in its absence

let's do it well
at list
just one time

Live first
Die after

I'm experimenting with curcuma
It´s tricky thing
know it
like the first moments of love
like life

Existing
dangerous
indecipherable
all promise!

I like the Curcuma
I love cooking  a dangerous promise

Storm of people

All gestures in endless bursts
between the rumor of hundreds of languages
and music!
In one single place

All hopes, dreams,
fustrations and pains,
walking fast
without looking at

Infinite destinies!

Experimental crucible
and you there perceiving everything
enjoying it all........
......not a simple Miracle

A miracle of the earth
and the hands
under an unbeaten Sun
the wise wait
and the seasons

Meat and blood
of the land and Us

You ask me if I'm happy.......
.....I answer you

You're a cool surprise breeze.

For you,
life kisses me on the mouth......
once again

By your eyes in my eyes
at night
I hope the morning doesn't come

How do we survive pain?

forgetting it
accepting it
transforming it
forgiving them
forgiving us

Making pain a beginning

I still feel the sounds of a love
warm and incomplete
Honest and deep
Bigger than myself.

Life gave me this gift
For my joy
even with pain
To learn in spite of my sadness.......
..... if I'm capable,
of my fullness

Life gives me everything
without waiting for an answer

You do not have to live the moment as if it were the last
You have to live it just like it is
Irrepeatable and unique

I WOULD LIKE TO BE THERE
TO KNOW WHO ARE YOU

We've seen tomorrow
in the arms of our grandparents
and the shoulders of our fathers
Privilege brings responsibility......

Ethos

Who are you lifting up to today?

He has a special connection with horses
and they with him
It was magical and intimate
a mystery without words
The master of horses!

Queta was my uncle grandfather
At 12 I learned about the 21 's trisomy

The Terran Odor of the poplar
The spicy aromas of pine and cypress
The deep mist of quebracho
The Splendid peppers
of the ñire
Fragrances of me fires

People are like wines,
Or it is the reverse?

Uniques, unrepeatables.
Surprisings,  forcefuls,
capricious, forgettables,
beautifuls,
friendly,
rudes, youngs, matures .........


I like wine
I love people

Brave hearts that bleed
Indomitable souls what they want break
Free  humans
Spirits who feel lonely

You are not alone.

We are above the dame sky

A spring afternoon in Vuelta de Oviglado ... never was the green of the leaves so green.

My sister telling me that she would be  mother.

The hot afternoon arriving to Molinos, drinking water and eating bread in the fountain of the square.

The tales of Cachimayo by the light of the embers.

Listen to Patricia's voice calling me to dinner.

The night of love and balconies under the stars with Ro.

In her last autumn ,  Kosova happily running through the snow.

Only in silence the word
Only in the darkness the light
Only in death does life
The flight of the falcon shines in an empty sky

I know of someone who covered a balcony of roses for love
I know of some that burned ships in the sunrise in love
I have trusted and been betrayed
I have betrayed by not understanding

I have lived
right or wrong
I have believed and I still believe
I can still love .......

A secret to discover is closed in us
One treasure shines here cradles the heart but
It is hidden in the words and in the burning hands
In the sweetness of crying in the warm caresses

In the blue glow of the air a seagull
In the white sea of sonic foam
Curious lurks the pink candles
Looking for our treasure

The breeze plays like a gazelle
Over all white and Gold street
Curious peers at the window slit
The search for our treasure

Loves us who shares our rareties.
Who is our compilice and witness
Who accepts us as we are,
without understanding us.

Who enjoy our misteries.
Who knows about our dark sides
and lovingly illuminates them


Love us who knows that we are
under the same stars

Roaring walls of water and crazed foam
Stubborn gulls
A complete and eternal gray
sea bear bellows

Here life is rude
pertinacious
inexhaustible
Here life gives us hope

I wonder if

Because i believe if

so  my spirit would be free

we are all longing walkers of our dreams

Your red-hot smile
through the steam cafe
on a cold and quiet morning
its good start today

If the sheets were skins ....
and my body,
were those bodies,
I would haunt the bed, .......
looking, surprising, celebrating. ....

If those eyes that I know, ....
they would settle down here, ....
and they looked at me lying ...
seeing my being
 
If the breeze were your breath .....

I would not hear my breathing, ....
nor the crackle of the springs, ...
nor the music
ot the  dogs.


If someone else ... not anyone.

This book by my side would rest with the others .....
I would not be looking north ...
nor looking .....

 
I would not notice the time, ....
I would not notice the ****** of the Lenga .....
surely it would not open the windows ...
I would not be sitting or standing ...
he would not look at my hands.

 
If the heat I feel was not mine alone.
If the laughs.
and the bodies.
and the skins.
 
If you were here
the breeze would be your breath.