Empty Bottles

Messages,
from the heart.
Slowly I go,
and I fade away,
and everything will end for me,
while that heart,
continues tenacious, beating
Sending messages.
Empty bottles,
reaching no one,
they have no destination,
nor an end.
Messages,
impossible,
Broken letters,
in empty bottles,
that will not fill with love,
that longed-for and sought-after heart.

Messages in broken bottles,
from a broken heart,
messages without destination,
love that doesn't arrive,
love of nothing.
Hearts,
that search,
for that message,
that will never arrive.
Poems in sad bottles,
messages that crumble into tears,
hearts trapped in their desires,
that don't know how to reach others,
love encapsulated,
in the void,
of nothingness.
Sad love,
in messages
of my poems,
broken messages.
Shipwrecked of love,
broken messages.

WHISPERS
Seconds that drag in the night,
seconds that pass without knowing.
Stretching the seconds,
into minutes.
In the night.
In that time,
to refresh oneself.
Among the stars,
in the soul's silence,
amidst soft music.
Time to forget,
to finally come out,
within oneself,
forgetting everything.
Seconds to go,
to come to oneself.
One's moment,
to become absorbed,
to be oneself.
To forget the hustle and bustle,
to immerse oneself in the self,
to refresh ideas,
and be within oneself,
letting seconds pass,
stretching life.
Lengthening seconds,
converting seconds,
into minutes that slip away,
disregarding the hours.
Whispers of the seconds,
to convert life
into slow poems,
that float,
in the air.

28-VII-2025

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Sunset Lounge 2025 | Smooth Sax & Deep House Chill Mix • 2-Hour Slow BPM

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PASODOBLE.
An unfinished symphony, this life,
like a pasodoble, at times,
growing each day, and ending.
While this, my life, fills with its musical band,
a music that plays through days and moments,
as the path draws to a close.
And the drums sound,
to bid farewell
to that life,
that gets stuck,
and doesn't want to end,
while pasodobles play on

Música y vinos, Manuel Morales Martínez (1977)
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ANOTHER LIFE

I don't need to be anything
to be myself.
I am not a gentleman,
nor do I pretend to be.
Just a shadow,
who was happy once,
without knowing it, I had happiness,
those days with the love
of my loved ones.
The treasure that left,
death took them away.

So long ago,
through others,
I lived well,
I watched you,
in my life,
and I was happy
to have you
by my side.

They were my life.
They were there,
with me.
They were everything,
all that was necessary
to be happy.
To be full,
to be satiated
every day.
Then I filled
the absences
with things,
and that
was not
mine.
That life,
did not fill,
did not satiate,
I did not buy
happiness,
I did not fill it
with what was valuable.
So many things
were not
mine.
And life
was nothing,
with so much,
and in the end.
Everything
for
nothing.

VOICES

IN VOICES,
VOICES,
Other
Faces
Amidst
WhispeRs
SilenceS,
DYED
WITH SCREAMS.
PLAYING
WITH SCREAMS,
WITH YOU,
GAMES,
in the silence,
of the heart.
Soft whispers,
in that world,
that SCREAMS at us,
DRAGGING,
with force, everything,
voices, STRONG,
THAT WE SCREAM.
Among whispers,
carrying syllables,
On the other side,
of life, you.
Out of sync,
out of tune,
silences.
Musics,
in me,
amidst
exaggerated
MOMENTS
OF FIGHTING,
Wild,
decelerated,
exorbitant,
silences.
Amidst
SCreams­,
that roar,
playing,
with letters,
syllables and you.
CRunching,
scratching,
everything,
between
the silence,
and the noise,
of the world.
HEART
That SCREAMS,
SCREAMS,
LET US SCREAM,
in the silence,
of a city,
NOISY,
THAT CRUNCHES,
that carries us,
in waves,
exaggerated,
in me, in you.
Let
everything,
be noise,
and when
everything explodes,
let's hear the silence,
that silence that EXPLODES,
and makes us HEAR THE HEART,
cleared of life's noise.
And if you want to cry in silence,
let the HEART SCREAM,
SCREAMS OF THE SOUL,
among consonants,
that drag us,
in the exorbitant,
world without compass.
Without rules, without norms,
a moment to live.
Far from the conventional,
CREATING SCREAMS
IN THE silence,
in me,
in you
silences,
that SCREAM,
THAT CLAMOR,
to rest,
that your soul,
that my soul.
Screams,
in everyone,
that no one
hears
deaf,
Listen,
YOUR
rhythm,
that beats,
cycles,
waves,
complaints,
whispers,
of the being,
that
which
screams,
and cries,
or sings,
in silence.
If you don't like it,
I don't care,
I'll scream!!!!
with screams,
in silence,
OR ALOUD!
SSSSS,
SSS.
SCREAMING
whispers
...

LEARN:
We know nothing in the end,
every day is a moment to learn.
Life is a line between our points,
let's discover how to live, all of us,
let's share love.
From love,
let's look,
and live,
among everyone,
in the world.
And let's learn,
to know how to discover,
the wonders
of the world,
every day,
in that
love,
that
makes
life,
life.

For Myself:


I want a little peace,
I want to calm myself,
just a little love,
a little bit of light.
Just a little of what's gone,
I want to remember the love I had.
I want to give myself a break,
that intimate moment,
just for me, so secret.
To take care of myself a little.

A poem to comfort me,
to dream from nostalgia.
A poem that consoles me,
caresses to keep me company.
A little while for myself,
I want to pamper myself,
I want to love myself.
I want to stop crying for sorrows,
I want to dream that everything is fine,
I want words to embrace me.
Those tender moments,
to rest my soul.
I want to be so selfish,
that I make this poem,
just for me,
to heal myself,
with my verses.

A small poem for me,
to remember that I must love,
that love that starts with me.
A poem I will never publish,
just another whim for me.
They are pampering to soothe me,
to spoil myself, just for me.
That oasis to console me.
a tender moment of peace.

A secret poem,
a lullaby for me.
From my heart,
to heal wounds.
A tender poem,
from that child of mine.