Don't be afraid, my love.

Feel the breeze that beats the heart,
for a moment, let the soul's breeze float.
Put the bad things away and forget the bad times past.
Come to Paradise, that of kind words.
Let's leave the war far from everything,
perfume everything with peace and love.
Feel all the happiness,
That's it, it comes and goes.
Caresses of life,
sweet sensitivity.
With a glass of water,
immerse yourself in the freshness,
of a never-ending party.
In the world, the one that flourishes,
wonders sprout everywhere.
Let the softness of life love you,
feel the sun surround you in warm caresses.
Feel the message of love in the songs of the birds.
Moments for the soul's rest, in the sea of days.
Melodies of words to lull you sweetly,
my soft song, that which resonates in your soul,
an intimate song that hearts treasure.
Fold away the sorrows and bring out the happiness,
make life dawn,
make the days delicious.

Songs so that everything goes well,
love letters that are just kisses from the heart.
Bits of happiness that fly straight to the souls,
omens of good days, where everything flourishes until the end.
Whispering in your ears, messages in bottles of good wishes,
forget the tears, and make laughter contagious every day.
No matter what happens, feel that there are always drops of happiness floating,
that perfume that anoints us when we least expect it.
Create an aura where everything shines golden around you,
listen to the gentle melody of well-being.

Don't be afraid, everything will be fine if there is love,
that pure love that floods souls.
Bubbles of happiness in bottles,
uncorked bottles,
that spill,
good days.
With love,
bubbles of pleasure,
happiness that spills over.
Poems from one heart to others,
sickly sweet happiness to stick to everyone.
Creating an epidemic of happiness,
don't be afraid that you might get infected,
happiness is always good.
Contagious love in bottles,
bottles of bubbles,
uncorked
with love for you.
Caresses of love,
to kiss you,
pure kisses,
of endless love,
are my bubbles,
those poems of love.
Tears that turn,
into the perfume of spilled love,
where the heart receives the essence of happiness.
Words of love for hearts to dance in an embrace.
A balm of love to nourish your heart with bubbles of happiness.

Tears of Stars

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Tears of Stars
Open your eyes, and lift your gaze.
Tears of stars in August.
Flashes that spill down upon us.
Streaks of light in the firmament.
In the night sky, stars fall.
In the universe, wonders are shed.
Lights from the sky, Perseids scattering.
Dreams of the night, other worlds dissolving.
Other worlds stripped away, falling ablaze.
Stories of lights, illuminating the sky's dome.
Open your soul to contemplate the torrent of star remains.
Meteors cast down since the beginning of time.
Lights that melt into the endless sky for all.
In those scorching days of August, in the heat,
where life sometimes submerges into water,
swimming through life, while the light falls.
In the night, in the daytime lights of suns,
in explosions that illuminate us,
life filled with lights and shadows.
In that cosmos where you live,
in the universe of the great,
where the small lives,
among wonders,
of the nights,
of the days.

Thou shalt not ****.

Life must go on,
streams of life that are born.
Life must always continue.
Embryos of beautiful life.
Chrysalises, colorful butterflies.
Life must go on, thou shalt not ****.
Valuable lives from the moment they are created.
Everything has its place in the universe.
Let everything grow and flourish for us.
Children growing, children developing.
Leave the children and butterflies in peace.
Do not stain the blue world with blood.
Do not fill our souls with filth,
Creating life is the wonderful gift,
Let life grow on earth.

SHIMMER

Blinded by your rays, by your shimmer,
precious, treasures, unnoticed, are there.
Up the stairs of life, ascending,
down the stairs of life, descending,
discovering the wonders of everything.
Impactful, surprising,
dazzling, astounding,
those rays of yours, which illuminate.
In the streets, on the corners,
everywhere, I feel your rays.
Blinding, brilliant, everything with you,
illuminating all with your auras,
multiple facets of a brilliant one.
My unknown diamond, you are there.
How did it take me so long to see you?
With you by my side, everything is new,
with you I learned how to look at everything,
to see beyond surfaces, more.
More and more, flashing life,
you lent me that new way,
that whistling way of looking at everything.
With you I feel I'm on top of clouds,
fascinating, astounding, that everything existed,
and until I was with you I didn't know they did.
Luminous, your discovery impacted my brain,
your rays turn everything into a luminous experience.
Everything turns into shining gold, with your flashes,
my brilliant diamond that is always with me.
Life turns into gold at every instant,
liquid gold, that spills over everything.
Everything melts with my brilliant,
diamond that walks with me.
You transformed the mundane
into a magical meaning,
everything becomes sublime,
with you everything is shimmer.



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9-X-2025

A MY OWN RHYTHM

In the dusty world,
I feel that turbulent moment,
moments of wind, a slow compass.
Gradually raising the movement,
creating fragments of my own drum,
in the irreverent moment to jump and let go.
Throwing off ballast, leaving exhaustion outside,
pleasant instants of wind in the air.
In the heat of August, being the center,
like the cement that unites music,
in that violent and audacious rhythm.
Between unreal scraps,
the rhythm progresses.
Hearing,
the rhythm of the wind,
that wind of the heart,
drumming with fingers.
Peeling the body from everything,
leaving laments behind,
in the waves of oneself.
I feel the noise,
converted,
into music.
Happy,
turbulent,
first, slow.
The rhythm growing.
Beating on the stairs,
unreal moment to dance,
the heart sets the tempo,
and everything begins to turn.
Turning the soul,
in its concert,
in its music.
cadences,
of waves.
Music
that grows,
more intense.
the soul dances,
the heart jumps,
beats, in strokes.
The rhythm of living,
first slow,
then fast,
in the days,
that leave,
slowly.
and then,
fast,
light,
until.
the end
The rhythm,
of living,
that noise,
accompanied,
in my rhythm,
every day,
at last.

CLICHÉS

Pre-packaged loops, reheated ideas,
grateful bellies, guts well-fed.
Ideas that repeat, never scratching the surface.
Fools ignorant of their own ignorance,
who think they are wise, and only repeat clichés.
An education that just manufactures and brainwashes,
a factory of dimwits, of slaves; it’s an agenda.
Created imbecilities that repeat endlessly.
The mantras of some are very good, saints,
the mantras of others are very bad, evil.
History is reheated and changed endlessly,
when foolishness becomes the general norm.
Capitalism and Marxism united in crusades,
the new global war of the gods explodes.
In a world where knowing is of no interest,
knowledge forbidden to the useful slaves,
people who repeat preconceived ideas.
Slaves of our time, ignorant,
the narratives will be changed again and again.
Reality doesn't matter; reality is fabricated,
imbeciles who believe they are libertarians.
Poor souls that have been snatched away,
those transgenics, manipulated humans.
A world of gods who give lessons,
a world of degenerates of all kinds.
Stupids in charge of a burning ship,
moral degenerates, intellectual fools.
A world of mediocrity at full speed,
the agenda is the kingdom of imbecility.
The kingdom of darkness and lies arrives,
everything leads to human degradation,
the end of times, lies in everything.
A degenerate society, heading for the end.
Humans who believe they are gods of evil.

Endless Party

Always the same, too much of a party,
in the end it always ends the same.
Lots of partygoers, and me there alone,
what's the point of going to parties.
Why do they invite me,
too much of a party,
for nothing,
in the end alone,
on the edge,
with a drink.
A ******,
very strange,
at a party.
Patent leather
shoes,
bow tie,
velvet.
So much dressing up,
to be alone,
I feel withdrawn,
a misogynist at the zoo.
I always say, I won't go back,
but in the end, I always do.
Following my footsteps, and again,
I fall, disguised as elegant,
the most chic at the party,
the one everyone looks at,
and no one talks to,
I shun them.
On the edge,
of a drink,
thousands looked at,
and everyone talks,
and you know it doesn't matter.
Disconnected from everyone,
a stranger, inaccessible.
Always well-dressed,
a nice velvet
jacket,
tailored,
tuxedo,
silk
shirts.
A thousand ways,
to go in gala,
to dress elegantly,
to dress up, for nothing,
always the same, misanthrope,
anti-social in a tuxedo, incommunicado,
who dances among everyone and always pretends,
in a foreign fishbowl, a bear out of place, not knowing,
not knowing how to behave and be one of them.
In a transparent bubble,
too shy,
to live.
Unsociable,
in society,
a life disaster.
Without social skills,
on the edge of his drink, he just watches,
from the corner of his eye everyone looks at him,
and no one knows,
what a bear
is doing,
in a fishbowl.
Alone among so many,
loneliness in a crowd,
and at the end of the party alone,
I leave as lonely as I arrived.