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A Romantic Story

Between brushes, between birds,
life unfolds.
In a place far from everyone's sight.
Among poems of the sea,
on solid ground.
Life,
that life,
that goes away,
in the heat,
of August.
In the summer,
in the sun's heat,
he has a life,
a secret life,
that no one
imagines.
The world,
between walls,
is the life of that man,
a failed,
rich man,
immaterial,
he has everything,
of everything,
and of nothing.
He asks for no more,
with his animals,
that's enough for him, with a walk,
down winding paths.
So much work to be nothing,
getting poorer and happier,
he consumes yesterday's wealth,
happy with the little road left to travel.
A romantic life of love and flowers,
where life is a pure dream,
among delicate poems,
a sublime life,
in misery.
In the end he goes,
the door,
closed,
and no one
felt it.
A failure,
a romantic life,
a dreamer,
now far from everyone,
and finally he flew, without suffering,
to a better place still.
And he never returned,
the sweet dream
of death.
A dead poet,
who wasn't even a poet,
nor lived reality.
And the walls,
closed,
and no one,
returned,
there.
A PLASTIC GARDEN

In August, in that plastic garden,
among artificial flowers, the dead rest.
In the cemetery, where every day there is a burial.
Frantic activity in one of Madrid's many cemeteries.
Where a few of us visit the remains of those who lived.
While life goes on and the time will come,
we will rest in peace.
In the summer,
while Spain burns,
while everything goes to the precipice,
while life trembles outside the tombs.
Among substitute flowers, life flickers and wakes up,
bees looking for the nectar of life in plastic flowers.
Life is a plastic garden in the holy ground,
among insects and birds life flies,
in the necropolis there is peace,
beauty in everything,
just look,
and you will see,
life.
Explosion

Explosion
The world explodes,
new, frightful times.
Organized collective madness, engineering,
new windows, walking to nowhere.
Reset, restarts, power groups,
everyone is expendable, they say.
A planet,
a world that isn't worth it,
that's too little for a few.
It's the world of insane agendas,
without humanity, headed for total detonation.
Globalizing wars,
they are wars of all against all,
mankind walking toward destruction.
Evil spreads and stains everything,
international evil,
wars.
The Great War,
battle against man.
False lies that fill everything,
evil disguised as good.
Explosion in chains.
Slaves of evil,
final revelation,
human gods,
walking into madness.
Explosion of global evil.


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EXPLOSION

Explosión.
Explota el mundo, 
nuevos tiempos, pavorosos.
Locura colectiva organizada, ingeniería, 
nuevas ventanas, caminando a  ninguna parte.
Reseteo, reinicios, grupos de poder, 
todos sobran, dicen.
Un planeta, 
un mundo que no vale, 
que es poco para unos pocos.
Es el mundo de las agendas de locos, 
sin humanidad, camino al disparadero total.
Globalizando las guerras, 
Son guerras de todos contra todos, 
Caminando  el hombre a la destrucción.
El mal se extiende y mancha todo,
mal internacional,
guerras.
La Gran Guerra, 
batalla contra el  hombre.
Falsas mentiras que llenan todo, 
el mal disfrazado de bondad.
Explosión en cadenas.
Esclavos del mal, 
revelación final,
dioses humanos, 
caminando a la locura.
Explosión de la maldad global.


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17 - VIII - 2025

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https://youtu.be/rSYwtllbweY?si=NpFSlRVqHuNots17

The Chemical Brothers - Got To Keep On (Official Music Video)
IN THE TWILIGHT

Submerged in the night, wrapped in dreams,
among the August stars, floating,
while hearts beat.
In the warmth of peacefulness,
among the nectars.
Looking out,
amazed to be alive,
always a different night.
Gliding through life in a heartbeat,
in the magic of twilight, in peacefulness.
Forgetting the day to day, rocked by the suns of the night.
Among words that disintegrate into kisses,
among verses of the soul that accompany,
among hugs of happiness,
in the miracle of blooming,
that love for life.
Caresses of love,
among verses,
for you,
peace,
and love,
in verses,
that whisper,
the best for all.


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EN EL ANOCHECER

Sumergidos en la noche, envueltos en sueños, 
entre las estrellas de agosto, flotando, 
mientras los corazones laten.
En el calor de la placidez, 
entre los néctares.
Asomados, 
asombrados de vivir, 
una noche distinta siempre.
Deslizando la vida en el palpitar, 
en el embrujo del anochecer, en placidez. 
Olvidando el día a día, mecidos por los soles de la noche. 
Entre palabras que se desintegran en besos, 
entre versos del alma que acompañan,
entre abrazos de  la felicidad, 
en el milagro de florecer, 
ese amor a la vida.
Caricias de amor, 
entre versos, 
para ti,
paz, 
y amor,
en versos. 
que susurran,
lo mejor para todos.

16  -VIII- 2025

https://youtu.be/tInoNEJ1m3A?si=5Kg-fpU8JYVcH0Ph

Calm afternoon - smooth jazz & neosoultypebeat for a moment of mindfulness. Vol.31
Verses.

Gifts,

wrapped,

in air for you.

Bouquets of words,

to ****** hearts.
Who Are You?

I want to scream, LOUDLY,
be strong, and what does it matter, what anyone says,
What does it matter what we can say, KEEP GOING,
KEEP GOING on your path, and whatever is meant to come,
let what is meant to come, come, BUT COME TO ME.
I am your pirate, you are my sorceress,
but come to me, if you wish,
and let whatever is meant to be, be, say no more,
JUST KEEP GOING, let your heart guide you, and live again.
Don’t cry for what wasn’t, and follow your path wherever it leads you.
And if you have to SCREAM, SCREAM, let your SOUL SCREAM,
and what others say, what does it matter, if your heart is a bird.
That heart that beats with every pulse,
that pulse that smells of life’s aroma, and whatever is, let it be.
And if they ask you, who are you?, don’t answer,
just stop thinking about what others think,
and let your bird keep going, caged in your chest, beating.
Let everything be as you wish,
I will scream your name in the sky, girl.
That girl, who hasn’t aged, in a long time.
And let your soul do pirouettes and let them talk,
And don’t stop thinking about everything that is to come,
and put flowers in your life, let the aroma of life flow,
and let what is meant to be, be.
And stop being the other one,
that other one, that isn’t you.
And if they ask you, who are you?
What does it matter what they think, you are just you,
and every day you look for that path to be yourself.
Let’s not look for answers to unanswerable questions,
and just see that only you are the most important thing in your life,
and if life went awry, it will straighten out.
Just think that every day we are different, ever-changing,
that we can’t bathe twice in the same river waters.
And every day doesn’t have answers for everything,
let’s not pretend to be what we are not.
And if you ask yourself, who are you? Everything changes every day,
every day we are new, in this life that carries us and takes us away.
Girl, don't think so much about others and start thinking about being what you seek,
that girl who is a thousand different ways as the years go by.
And if you ask yourself, what does it matter
tomorrow, who knows,
if you will be another.
And despite everything,
always,
you are you,
Whatever happens,
you will continue to be another,
even if you change every day.
The same ever-changing one is you.
Keep being yourself on your path,
along the path, always you,
even if everything changes,
always you, my girl.
My golden woman,
in the sunset.
JUST YOU
MY GIRL!
With feet on the ground, stepping.
Stepping with my feet, stumbling.
In the sand, in the warm summers,
stumbling with my feet, falling.
Escaping broken life,
for a few moments, we float.
In those dreams that will return,
eager to have a good time.
Barefoot on the beaches,
submerged in the water.
Moments to repeat,
getting out of the routine.
Stumbling over everything,
I go by fits and starts,
on the thin lands,
on the fine sands.
Falling once more,
into melancholy,
in no man's lands.
and then everything starts.
Once more that sea,
waters and beaches, seas,
other times the party begins.

In the bustle of the sea,
in the moving tranquility,
in the boiling, in the burnishing of gold.
Disconnected, with fear of returning,
without wanting to return to the heavy routine.
With feet on the beaches, playing,
playing with other feet, having fun,
in the summer to do crazy things.
To have a little more fun,
and then the usual drag,
that tedium, that bore.
Now with my feet,
in the sands,
vacation,
sea and sun.


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13 de Agosto de 2025

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www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxohJX9ElpE

Groove Armada - My Friend (Official Video)
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