LOVE IN LETTERS

It's hard to live without love,
but sometimes there are miracles.
Feel the cloud of my love,
that sweet and vaporous love.
Let me whisper love to you,
let it be very heavy,
and fill you with my sweet love.
Open your soul and feel me,
between the lines, I will be there,
you and I, and my cloud of love.
A cloying love for you,
love shared in letters.
Poems that melt away,
words to make you fall in love.
That breeze that will fill everything,
hearts that find each other.
Connecting souls, in the air,
in the little heaven of love,
Poems to imagine clouds,
in the sky of love, words,
created and thought to love you.
Discover my secret passion,
you and I alone, always together.
Traveling through verses in love,
in overflowing torrents of love,
between you and me, the secret of love.
In letters, in wrapped whispers,
that love always at hand,
in the moon of love and stars.
Poems to create the magic,
in the fantasy of softness,
Let yourself float in sweet love,
in the softness of feathers,
feathers of love that fly.
Spread your wings and rise to love,
between words and suns, love.
Love in spilled drops,
in my letters for you, my love,
my still unknown love.


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AMOR EN LETRAS

Es duro sin vivir sin el amor,
pero a veces hay milagros.
Siente la nube de mi amor,
ese dulce y vaporoso amor.
Deja que te susurre amor,
deja que sea muy pesado,
y te llené de mi dulce amor.
Abre tu alma y siénteme,
entre líneas ahi voy a estar,
tú y yo, y mi nube de amor.
Amor empalagoso para ti,
amor compartido en letras.
Poemas que se deshacen,
palabras para enamorarte.
Esa brisa que lo llenará todo,
corazones que se encuentran.
Conectando alma, en el aire,
en el pequeño cielo del amor,
Poemas para imaginar nubes,
en el cielo del amor, palabras,
creadas pensadas para amarte.
Descubre mi pasión secreta,
tú y yo solos, siempre juntos.
Recorriendo versos enamorados,
en torrentes derramados de amor,
entre tú y yo, el secreto del amor.
En letras, en susurros envueltos,
ese amor que siempre a mano,
en  la luna del amor y estrellas.
Poemas para crear  la magia,
en la fantasía de la suavidad,
Déjate flotar en el dulce amor,
en la suavidad de las plumas,
plumas del amor que vuelan.
Saca tus alas  y sube al amor,
entre palabras y soles, amor.
Amor en gotas derramadas,
en mis letras para ti, mi amor,
mi amor desconocido aún.


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https://youtu.be/g5bvjUrVObk?si=S9eTAA4FYm9L6UX2

Smokey Robinson - Just To See Her

STRANGELY

Unusual freedom, between walls, between wires,
illuminating poems from a strange mind.
In the joy of navigating thoughts,
without fears, without fears of anything, between walls.
Among thorns, in the free air of the stars,
among brambles, in the disorder, the chaos of living.
No rules for composing, in indifference,
in one's own norms to achieve freedom.
Strange mind in unknown territories.
In the tireless search to reach something more,
that something in the prison of living, in my freedom.
Without fear of the precipice, of my infinite abyss,
at the trigger of the final days of everything.
Between words that are born and remade within me,
in thoughts that fly free on waves.
Like a wingless bird with the miracle of flying,
in the tireless rhythm of beating in the worlds,
those worlds of my own in the world of others.
Strange life, after returning to the protected reality,
wrapped in cotton, with thorns and barbs on the fence.
Walking in the dazzling sun of the world,
anywhere and at any moment, soaring,
among flashes and sparks of being reborn each day.

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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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

Verses.

Gifts,

wrapped,

in air for you.

Bouquets of words,

to ****** hearts.