"amigos" poems
Brothers on the beach,
Seaside in reach,
The two amigos,
Blood brother bros,
Fraternals and kin,
Pals and companions,
Sidekicks and playmates,
Coastline siblings,
Buddies in the shingles,
A forever brother band,
Golden memories of the strand.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Yo soy *****
**** immigration and the racist white tèjanõs, please tell me how the hell would they ever know what I know, shout out to my Mexicans Hondurans and black Cubanos shut the border down call it the no fly zone. Adios Americanos me and my amigos are stealing ya women and playin em like pianos, vocal terrorist this lyrical revolt should be your primary interest. Public enemy number one the domestic hectic terrorist I'm influencing your white son, right to bear these nuts I'm taking the tea parties guns stealing your freedom from right up under you, all your jobs, and way of life, your point of view. I'm the original black power ranger hide your right winged minds if not I swear they'll be in danger. I am the broken brick the stone left unturned the rhythm of the wind the willingness to learn and the desire to fight and get what you earn. I am the individual placed on the no fly list with my hand balled into a fist cause my turbin is too tight and my beards to thick. I am the man choked to death by nypd for selling cigarettes now I'm rioting with my words doing lyrical pirouettes. Yo soy ***** spitting jive like lingo I want a Pam Grier keep your Marilyn Monroe, from the 6th borough buckin like bronco they said finish em I'm educated and black had to hit em with the combo. I'm non fictions Huey Freeman battling congress and their demons catch me flexing on the law lookin like the black He-Man Standing up for what I believe in writing in my notepad I stay steady schemin with my head up in the clouds I stay steady dreamin. Yo soy ***** freeze em like sub zero not concerned with dolores or the dinero yen or bills yo, I'm still waiting for marvel to make a Mexican superhero.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains
was the greatest day of my life
It was my birthday
I brought a suitcase
and my favorite dame
and hiked 2 miles UP^^^^^^^^
laughing all the way
UP ^^^^^in the Ozarks
Medics were shooting steroids in my ****
BUT, never been more in love
with a man who injects grief in my veins
Dwelling in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains
sensed his vibe
Yes, Jesus I feel you here
held en el Rio Grande con mis mejor amigos
drooling in the hot springs
Taos has called our names
********* the rocky sand that is below me
I find a coin from New Zealand,
in turn, losing my evil eye earring
an offering to spirit's stream
a pair of desert lizards
we desire to get frisky and be alone
we shine silver glitter under a moonlit glow
witches cackle and curanderos
hide behind coyote cries and cacti
looking to each other with faces expressing,
"What should do we do?"
I guess allow them to do their thing
humans need ceremonies too
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
I saw Jim at Two Amigos
Sitting at the bar,
Stick-handling a coaster.
He was a hockey star,
Showed it when he smiled;
His nose a puck.
He tells stories
Of blood freezing on ice,
Jersey pulls and sweat,
Body checks and corners.
He drives the zamboni,
Making the ice sheet a giant mirror.
The crowds cheer Jim
To get off the ice,
Let the game begin.
He speeds his machine
To the far end doors,
Vanishing down the tunnel.
He's just ordered a double boiler-maker,
Stirs his whiskey with a swizzle-stick,
And slaps back another shot.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Big Four Railroad
In the past a little one had an interest in this story and one of the racers and the longest freight train
The race team was in the living room and their story was being read from the paper mother clueless
We laughed and snickered about our secret that old engineer was proud of us we were not vain
Down the hill we sped past Bino’s station across Jackson the B&O; he was high balling we had to pour it
On between the two tracks he was closing the gap he had nothing to lose but his pride for us it was
Curtains the long black limo a one way ride we streaked the line fifteen feet to spare we just stopped
And turned what a salutation from the engineer half hanging out the widow of that great engine his
Balled fist a shaking you sons with the deafening roar of that train so close we didn’t get to hear the rest
And the train carried him on down the track so Jerry and Larry and the other guy continued on to the
Swimming pool pleased with our speed we forgot about it until on the front of the paper in the bottom
corner it read three Pana youths out run train I guess the old engineer cooled off as he sailed on down
The track we didn’t know he talked to the tower as he passed so we didn’t get first prize or a blue
Ribbon but in a small way we entered into the great and wonderful tales of train lore along with Jessie
and Frank I told you when in trouble I had three actions fight talk or run that day the running won the
Day for these three amigos this memory was triggered by that same old paper this time it was talking
About the Amtrak detour I remember those passengers all those years ago setting there in their seats
flying through our town and the hook and the mail sack from the tower where that old bakery could be
smelled all night all the way out at the park as we watched tables for old F.S. Refinery I’m glad we didn’t
race a passenger train or this would be a hamburger story enjoy G.H.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
It was a throwback party
Of the Bossa Nova
Staying up late until
The dance was over.
The Latin beat pounding,
The music was everything
It was so happy sounding.
Bossa Nova was king.
It is the cousin to samba
And in Brazil it is the way
To party with your amigos
Partying the night away.
Dancing like the music
Lives inside your soul.
Much livelier than cha cha
Twice as hot as rock and roll.
It was a throwback party
Of the Bossa Nova
Staying up late until
The dance was over.
Time to wear **** clothing
Girls in dresses up so high
Men in calças they can dance in
Oba! How the hours fly.
Music, sometimes words
And a strong and ***** beat
Drive away the daily worries
And put the rhythm in the feet.
It was a throwback party
Of the Bossa Nova
Staying up late until
The dance was over.
The Latin beat pounding,
The music was everything
It was so happy sounding.
Bossa Nova was king.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Los animales fueron
imperfectos,
largos de cola, tristes
de cabeza.
Poco a poco se fueron
componiendo,
haciéndose paisaje,
adquiriendo lunares, gracia, vuelo.
El gato,
sólo el gato
apareció completo
y orgulloso:
nació completamente terminado,
camina solo y sabe lo que quiere.
El hombre quiere ser pescado y pájaro,
la serpiente quisiera tener alas,
el perro es un *** desorientado,
el ingeniero quiere ser poeta,
la mosca estudia para golondrina,
el poeta trata de imitar la mosca,
pero el gato
quiere ser sólo gato
y todo gato es gato
desde bigote a cola,
desde presentimiento a rata viva,
desde la noche hasta sus ojos de oro.
No hay unidad
como él,
no tienen
la luna ni la flor
tal contextura:
es una sola cosa
como el sol o el topacio,
y la elástica línea en su contorno
firme y sutil es como
la línea de la proa de una nave.
Sus ojos amarillos
dejaron una sola
ranura
para echar las monedas de la noche.
Oh pequeño
emperador sin orbe,
conquistador sin patria,
mínimo tigre de salón, nupcial
sultán del cielo
de las tejas eróticas,
el viento del amor
en la intemperie
reclamas
cuando pasas
y posas
cuatro pies delicados
en el suelo,
oliendo,
desconfiando
de todo lo terrestre,
porque todo
es inmundo
para el inmaculado pie del gato.
Oh fiera independiente
de la casa, arrogante
vestigio de la noche,
perezoso, gimnástico
y ajeno,
profundísimo gato,
policía secreta
de las habitaciones,
insignia
de un
desaparecido terciopelo,
seguramente no hay
enigma
en tu manera,
tal vez no eres misterio,
todo el mundo te sabe y perteneces
al habitante menos misterioso,
tal vez todos lo creen,
todos se creen dueños,
propietarios, tíos
de gatos, compañeros,
colegas,
discípulos o amigos
de su gato.
Yo no.
Yo no suscribo.
Yo no conozco al gato.
Todo lo sé, la vida y su archipiélago
el mar y la ciudad incalculable,
la botánica,
el gineceo con sus extravíos,
el por y el menos de la matemática,
los embudos volcánicos del mundo,
la cáscara irreal del cocodrilo,
la bondad ignorada del bombero,
el atavismo azul del sacerdote,
pero no puedo descifrar un gato.
Mi razón resbaló en su indiferencia,
sus ojos tienen números de oro.
2.5k
on a nudist beach
there was a man wearing shorts
they were yellow shorts
and a jaunty hat
which despite their cheerful airiness
the chipper summer colour,
he felt alone, down and shunned.
the mere thought of those dear shorts
invited des amigos and an invitation for tacos
a sombrero night he thought as he picked them out in the store.
but now
alone on the beach
he caught disdainful glares directed
at the winsome shorts
he had arrived at the beach so vivacious and jolly
but walking along,
the rough, hot sand blistering his feet,
he was
morose
forlorn
sorrowful
and wistful for those dreams
those empty shells.......
.............
............
............
sombrero
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
Que pena. Ser la única persona en hacer un esfuerzo para que las cosas sean como antes.
No entiendo? Si nos queremos porque no hacemos un esfuerzo para que esto mejore. Se que estamos a la distancia, pero eso no impide que nos queramos.
Soy optimistica. Soy positiva porque para mi hay una esperanza. Pero cada día que pasa me siento más lejos y lejos de ti. Eso no puede ser así.
Te dedique una canción de Camila - sólo para ti. Pero leyendo tus mensajes cortos significan que ya no tienes interes.
Me habías dicho que solo seamos amigos. Pero que pasa si te quiero mas que un amigo? Sabes, mi corazón arde! Te culpo.. hay, en que me meti?
Tu decidiste dejarme..tu disparaste primero.. no hubiera abierto mi corazón hacia ti. Me rompiste el corazón de nuevo. Pero que puedo esperar de alguien a lo lejos? Nada.
Pero prefiero tenerte como amigo y saber que aún te tengo que no tenerte para nada. Estaré aquí por ti, sufriendo silenciosamente.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC
To my Sisters and Brothers in Arms:
Hello, Hola, Guten Tag etc. and Salutations
For the Tribulations and Trials we've Endured...
...I'm sure by this Present Frame
You all (or most) know who you
R and what you THINK? You're
Supposed to B DOING.
I'll start to unwind and
Integrate slowly from here on -->
This Q.C.[O.I.^3]
I already have a ready (but nearly untapped)
Network that should be able to
Mesh me into the Bigger Picture,
At both the Local and Global Scale.
Chow, for now (or until I get bored/BOAR'D/Barred?!/Abroad again);
I'm sure to see you (or you'll see me) down the track sometime SOONISH!!!?
P.S. Would someONE look after me missus until I make it Home?
Hasta pronto, me Amigos.
Col
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
Boring and rude?
That's a rich call, coming from you!
But rude I'll concede,
Given the circumstances -
You pester me with calls and texts,
And invade my private domain,
And won't listen when I say, "No" -
What would you expect?
That I'd be grateful towards
A drunken lush intruding my peace?
That I'd be receptive to a needy egoism
More entrenched than Catholic Dogma?
No, that is not my way - No!
You can get f**ked! And I told you -
I had to spend an hour
Convincing you I wasn't interested;
That your infatuation wasn't reciprocated;
That, when you're drunk, you're not worth knowing;
That I've heard of your glory days
And your present travails a million times;
That you can't offer me what I need -
A decent conversation, nor a decent *******
And I told you - I didn't pull punches;
I didn't lie - I wasn't playing games.
I told you in no uncertain terms
And you didn't like my Truths -
Perhaps they touched a nerve?
Rude? Sure, maybe I was,
But there was no other way
To sink these facts through your alcoholic haze.
As for boring - I'll not concede boring.
I may not lead an exciting life,
But boring? No - anything ****
You've a hide, when every conversation
Begins with an "I", "Me" or "My";
Anyone would think the World revolves around you!
You take egocentricism to a new level;
So self-involved and hard-done-by,
You feel the need to inflict yourself on others.
Adios, me amiga!
And, Hola, me Amigos!
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Bom dia a todos...Desejo que tudo corra na plenitude e vossos anseios e desejos se concretizem na abundância e plenitude. Boa vindima para aqueles que ainda continuam na tão nobre Colheita. Esta poesia é dedicada ao meu Pai: António Alexandre Marques e a todos os seus amigos e conhecidos.
Lembro-me de Ti meu querido Pai
As videiras cansadas pelo sol tórrido de verão,
O rio corre por amor e paixão.
Eu procuro a resposta que não acho,
Sou feito de uvas e do teu abraço.
As rochas xistosas esperam a madrugada,
As uvas amarelas e avermelhadas.
E tu meu Pai continuas aqui sepultado,
Pois o vinho foi teu amor, meu fado…
Palavras sábias de profeta que sonha e sabe,
Lembrança de ti e eterna saudade.
Nossa Senhora de Fátima te acolheu,
Eu anseio também para ser seu…
As uvas dão precioso fruto,
Eu continuo vivo e de luto.
O Douro sublime se consome e exalta,
Por ti Pai saudade quase me mata…
Victor Marques
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
Olhar a água do ribeiro,
Encostado ao sobreiro.
Paisagens feitas de qualquer jeito,
Douro e Tua sem leito.
Muros com primor e mestria,
Encantos teus que nos vicia,
Olivais que lindos sois assim,
Quimera do meu jardim.
Papoilas avermelhadas,
cepas mal tratadas.
Figueiras com figos,
Douro e amigos.
Não existe outro amor,
Douro te adorna com labor,
Os cavalos e rebanhos,
Rabelos dos teus enganos.
Victor Marques
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 4:36 PM UTC
Well I like the taste of Whiskey, but today it was just a disguise.
The reason I’ve been drinking, Is because she said goodbye.
She turned away from me and she walked right straight to him.
So I called up my 3 amigos Johnny, Jack and Jim.
Chorus
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam,
Whenever I need them, they’re here for me,
They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears,
And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers.
So I don’t drink Bud, Miller or Coors light,
I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right.
So I got in my truck and headed for the creek
Pulled out my pole and I started a streak
15 bass and a couple of brim
Then I started thinking about her and him
Her in his arms in the back of the truck
I started damning all of my luck
Walked to the yeti and popped open the top
Nothing in there that would make it stop
Drove to the house and opened the door
Those three bottles where there on the floor.
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam,
Whenever I need them, they’re here for me,
They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears,
And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers.
So I don’t drink bud, miller or Coors light
I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right.
Woke up in the morning with the light creeping in
Sitting in the chair right where I had been
Phone started ringing; my head was pitching a fit
Recognized the number, so I answered it
She said she was sorry and that she had been wrong
She started crying, saying she wasn’t strong
I’d heard enough, I was trying to mend
I told her no, goodbye, so I pressed end
Sat back down, phone ringing again
Decided to spend some more time with my men
Reached on down picked em up off the floor
One more time I wouldn’t need her no more
Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and Good old Jim Beam,
Whenever I need them, they’re here for me,
They’ll drown out the hurt and dry up the tears,
And do in one glass, what takes 15 beers.
So I don’t drink bud, miller or Coors light
I go straight for the whiskey and knock it out right.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
Graças a Deus
Você deve agradecer a criação de Deus?
Como um ser humano humilde Estou sempre grato a tudo que meus olhos podem ver e minha mente pode ou não poder entender.
Vejo a vida como um presente muito precioso. Não me pergunte porquê, cada pessoa é que deve ver e abrir os olhos para todas as belezas da natureza, do universo.
A Criação de Deus é cheia de amor e carinho. O homem nunca vai ser melhor que nosso Senhor no espírito do verdadeiro amor. Seu Filho Jesus
morreu pelos nossos pecados.
Dias virão e a mortalidade permanecerá como o grande segredo para a espécie humana. Novas descobertas mostram o poder do Espírito Santo.
Como um verdadeiro crente eu vejo Deus como amigo, como uma luz que está sempre ligada, como o melhor arquiteto que planeou o mundo e fez isso de uma forma esplêndida.
Quando eu semeio sementes não consigo ver nada. Eu me preocupo com as sementes, coloco a água, trato tudo com carinho e acredito verdadeiramente que a época da colheita virá como uma recompensa. Deus deu tudo para o homem. A cada momento peço paz, o respeito e o amor verdadeiro por toda a criação de Deus.
Eu sou abençoado por me dedicar ao cultivo de uvas no Vale do Douro. Bendigo Deus pela minha família, amigos e por ter Deus todo o tempo na minha vida. Estou sempre grato por tudo o que rodeia no Espírito da criação de Deus.
Amor á natureza ao Universo, amando cada ser humano como Deus ama será o ideal de toda a criação.
Deus abençoe a todos
Victor Marques
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
today we visit graveyards
turning over the wormy soil
to uncover the exquisite corpse
though we were told to
let the dead bury the dead
on this day we unbury
the dearly departed
relishing transcendent
embraces and cool
cervezas with jolly
amigos and la
familia who have
gone on before
we wrap ourselves
in graveblankets
to complete warm
circles of love
embracing our
beloved companeros;
gleaning netherworld
heavenly rest wisdom,
sharing the laughter
of trite earthly concerns
we’ll roll speckled tortillas
on smooth tombstone mesas
to feast on Mariachi tacos
brimming with spicy queso,
chased with another cool sip
waltzing with the holy bones
to the candle lit reveries
of this evenings
flowing melodies
Mercedes Sosa & Joan Baez
Gracias a la Vida
Dia De Muertos
Diego Rivera
Oakland
11/1/13
jbm
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
A palavra amor é mágica e exala perfume em todas as suas vertentes. O amor não pode servir de veículo para conseguir aquilo que se pode fazer ou através dele obter. ?
O amor que vivemos neste mundo é sermos felizes e fazer os outros também. Existem amores que se complementam, que unem raças, religiões, pessoas, e que acima de tudo prevalecem mesmo depois da morte.
Um amor sem contrapartidas, sem limites, sem contratos que parecem ofuscar a leveza do amor. Existem amores nobres, solidários, palpáveis, celestiais, universais que nos faz pensar, sempre sentir o verdadeiro significado do amor. Existem tantos acontecimentos na nossa sociedade em que o ser humano procura desmesuradamente um trabalho fácil, um abraço, um obrigado, um amor amigo. O ser humano se abandona por vezes ao capricho de ser amado, bajulado sem no entanto, se aperceber que o amor é algo muito bem mais importante, grandioso aos olhos de todos aqueles que se dedicam com pureza aos outros seres.
Por vezes nada podemos fazer para conseguir amar quem queremos amar...
Demos voltas e voltas e procuramos amigos, amor em tantos deleites que o mundo nos oferece materialmente. Deixámos o amor espiritual num patamar nunca lembrado. As crianças têm uma grande predisposição para dar um beijo, um salto, um abraço, um sorriso, para dar amor de uma forma livre, linda e gratuita. Elas são puras, sinceras, choram , riem, prostestam e amam descaradamente tudo o que as rodeia. Vêem nos animais ternura, carinho, e porque não amor....
Existem algumas pessoas que não deixam entrar nelas o verdadeiro significado da palavra amor. Existem tantos acontecimentos na nossa vida em que o amor se manifesta de uma forma muito simples e familiar: casamento, baptizado, comunhão, morte ...
Amor parece existir desde sempre. Quantas noites na vida do ser humano parece que tudo se perdeu!
Até o próprio amor se consome, se esvazia como um balão de ar que rebenta com uma alfinetada. O amor é uma arte de se comprometer com tudo o que existe, com o universo preciso, e respeitar as leis sublimes de um Deus Criador?
Tantos seres humanos que parecendo insignificantes tem tanto amor para dar, para partilhar. Nascemos e nem sequer sabemos se foi por amor ou por um desejo egoísta da busca de simples prazer....
O amor deveria ser um elevar da alma, uma força poderosa de tudo conciliar e amar.
Com amor
Victor Marques
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Amigos queridos,
sem faces e sem nomes.
Retiradas foram suas vísceras,
logo antes de seus corpos imergirem
em um exacerbadamente denso volume de sangue
grotesca e plenamente apreciado
pelos algozes responsáveis,
certos irreconhecíveis demônios.
Vieram dos *** os tais tiranos,
visíveis, mas imateriais,
enquanto esperávamos
inconscientes e inevitavelmente despreparados
para uma luta justa.
Sobre os indiferentes, distantes,
mas ainda amigáveis e queridos companheiros,
ainda recordo de alguma ordem:
O primeiro não sentiu dor alguma,
bem como nada viu ou percebeu; fora partido ao meio.
O segundo, já desesperado e afogando-se em lagrimas,
tornou-se borrão de um vermelho pesado, grosso e brutal;
Dos outros, três ou quatro,
somente tenho em mente os gemidos inexprimíveis;
uma junção entre suspiros e soluços
de uma morte nada convidativa e próxima.
Foram todos rostos sem faces perdidos
na espera do desconhecido fatalmente promulgado
pelas minhas ânsias.
O ultimo vivo me induziu à única ação possível:
pude cair meus quinhentos intermináveis metros;
deslizando, enquanto tentava me segurar,
por um material recoberto de farpas
que transpassavam minhas mãos,
as quais sangravam em direção a um mar, sombrio e obscuro;
me afundei irremediavelmente em minhas próprias aflições.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
I dug ten arthritis pains deep
The cool earth's full worth sunk beneath
And then. when old Midas gained sleep
A pooled corpse pooled forth from its heath
And thus revealed the pungent mass
Form of twig, thorn, vine, and berry
Banana peels and rotting grass
Slick earwigs, horned beetles merry
En mis jardines de brujos mandaba a los amigos:
Formicidae, Armadillidium,
Gastropoda, and Annelida all
Wake for the feast of the beasts by this call
Take of your share where the least of you crawl
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
We knew each other before forever
But now those times have disappeared
The three of us were always together
Trouble made our path very clear
We knew not what would become of us
Our age playing the major role
We'd only known we'd found someone to trust
To help accomplish our every goal
Looking back through moments of the past
I;m now able to clearly see
Our memories together will forever last
The three amigos are we
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 10:41 PM UTC
Pequeño por fuera, enorme por dentro
cazador de nacido, mañoso aprendido
de orejas grandes y cola parada.
El mejor amigo, mi mejor amigo
distraído, te llamaba el instinto
me querías y yo te quiero
Solo espero que estés en un cielo
donde vivan grillos y conejos
donde comas como tanto te gustaba
donde juegues hasta no poder, donde duermas
como nunca, donde puedas darte un baños de sol
donde el agua no te falte y tengas amigos con quien compartir.
Si no hay cielo para perros
ven a mi corazón
que aquí te quiero.
Ojala pudiera haber estado ahí
para cuidarte y acariciarte,
rascarte la panza y pasear contigo.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Por presumir, a mis amigos les conte.
Que en el amor ninguna pena me aniquila,
Que pa' probarles, de tus besos me olvide,
Y me bastaron unos tragos de tequila.
Les platique que me encontrй con otro amor,
Y que en sus brazos fui dejando de quererte.
Que te aborrezco desde el dia de tu traiciуn
Y que hay momentos que he deseado hasta tu muerte.
Aca entre Nos, Quiero que sepas la verdad,
No te he dejado de adorar, alla en mi triste soledad
Me han dado ganas de gritar, salir corriendo
Y preguntar que es lo que ha sido de tu vida.
Aca entre nos, Siempre te voy a recordar
Y hoy que a mi lado ya no estas no queda mas confesar
Que ya no puedo soportar, que estoy odiando sin odiar
Porque respiro por la herida.
Y ay Martin no cabe duda que tambiйn de dolor se canta
Cuando llorar no se puede.
Aca entre Nos, Quiero que sepas la verdad,
No te he dejado de adorar, alla en mi triste soledad
Me han dado ganas de gritar salir corriendo
Y preguntar que es lo que ha sido de tu vida.
Aca entre nos, Siempre te voy a recordar
Y hoy que a mi lado ya no estas no queda mas confesar
Que ya no puedo soportar que estoy odiando sin odiar
Porque respiro por la herida.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
The scene was chaos almost like black friday at El Wallmarto.
people being pushed around by gringo's who didnt
even own a pair of spandex tights.
Or even know the glory of winning a no holds barred naked lumberjack
with a ***** splintter match.
The people needed a hero.
they screamed for the legends return please poppi
save us from the ordinary.
My amigo's were persecuted and i sat helpless traped across the boader do to a bogus lack of green card.
I must have left it in my other tights.
but once again like a old man on crystal **** and ****** the champion has returned to claim his crown.
And to shake his groove thing all over Hello once again.
With the strength of a small well shaved bear.
And the eye's of a low flying seagull I shall drop some splatters
of wisdom apon my fellow amigos.
Chips and salsa for everyone .
no longer heartbroken from my hellcat seniorita Drew
yes her bite marks i wear proudly in places I need to tan.
Let the little gringos sing like pretty little birdies
and senoiritas run through the fields like in thoose not
so fresh comercials.
Go tell amigos everywhere pour the cervesa
For El ******** Rides again.
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 6:57 PM UTC
Ola amigos are you being harassed by a old woman
who ressembles a drag queen or worn crack *****
Then live in fear no longer.
Hello I am Mexican wrestling legend El ********
I will put my years of profesional wrestling experience to
great use taking this bully putting them into a headlock and
wrestling them to the ground having my way with them.
No worries my online degree has taught me how to deal wit cyber bully's very well.
I will hunt them down and bring them to the court of justice myself.
I represent many fine clients here please take my card.
turn it over im working on getting some.
Anyways you need help look no further than me.
Please come to me with any legal questions and join
the offices of El ********
When you need help our maybe just a cuddle
I am your one stop solution.
Thank you my friends.
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 6:10 AM UTC