viernes, 9 de octubre de 2009
Rompecabezas de Letras - Lyrics Puzzle
martes, 29 de septiembre de 2009
Arribando al Delirio - Arriving at Delirium
Arribando al delirio luego de crudos gemidos por esos besos que nos dimos, lamento que el tiempo no se haya detenido ni halle un motivo para disminuir los latidos del órgano muscular principal que mueve mi aparato circulatorio, éste procaz candelorio que interno llevo cada vez que le recuerdo, la ansiedad si lo veo, el fulgor si oso y le toco, me ato a sus sueños, comparto tus cuentos, me avivas la llama, las ilusiones notas, tal un no a las oraciones rotas y jamás a promesas sueltas, me entristece tu ternura en el abrazo, pues, no sé si tendré la fuerza para soltarlo, la libertad como bien preciado suena doloroso vacío, trillado verso, si de mí te has olvidado, si conjugamos en verbo pasado las pasiones que nos han dominado.
Arriving at delirium after crude groans by those kisses that we found, I regret that time has not been arrested or find a reason to lower the beat of my maw muscular organ that moves without motivation this circulatory system, this procedure took lewd Candelori that whenever it comes to my memory, anxiety if I see it, the bear and glare if I touch him, I ate to their dreams, share your stories, I fan the flame, falling into the fangs of illusions memos, as a not to broken prayers and never to loosen promises, it saddens me your tenderness in the embrace, because I do not know if I'll have the strength to let it go, freedom as well precious sounds painful void, hackneyed verse, if you have forgotten me, if past verb conjugated in the passions that have dominated us.
lunes, 21 de septiembre de 2009
Strong Foundation - Firme base
viernes, 11 de septiembre de 2009
Medida Espacial - Measure Emotions
sábado, 29 de agosto de 2009
Ocurrencia de Chanza - Occurrence Jokes
lunes, 17 de agosto de 2009
Crops in the abyss? Labrador de tañidos, trovador de quejidos.
What grandiosity without pinnacle, full of verbiage wordyness makes tumultuous nuts are hard vain folly?
What cynicism that nonsense, drop a rein, tie a rope, break frets and seal strings, to avoid anything that is important?
That impatience tempting to go to the rescue of what anyone is interested in nor no one else needs or benefit! What would storm in such a company?
Let see the new nobility citrine carriage's ride, while the woodcutter in the forest fight for their destiny!...
Random flash, this prowler pussycat, merchant of marasmus, duffle good ermine, decorated Cuiba, bits of salad dressing...
...and the lady at home decorating your table with delicious cooking, and walking one dreamer awake, magnifies and illuminates your vegetables...
...fruits and roses that astonishing bedazzlement to make an errant poetician, who has no horizon filled with a spinning wheel so inspiring...
...the running damsel walking her heifers, the sad songs of the pre-pubescent that joggle with your dog...
...and are the hours, scared animals, vapors bullrings faded costumes, nests from trees that have lost time.
What would be a harvester but among stories of timbers with needles and dyes to the north, secretive sounds of taps, cuts and torques?
What beyond the wake left by the bird to lift its flight through the sky filled with multicolored drops fall on your delicate shoots of bulky goods land and irrigated tights, and delivery risk, and sublime crops in the abyss?