A wish:
If i were a boy, i would like to be called Valentín. i really enjoyed to pis everywhere, stand up. i would enjoyed to be seductor with girls. i had a mustache (sure) mabe some itchy beard. i always used boots, mountain boots. and, on the hot seassons, i were always naked for t- shirts. I had a voice like yours..probably long hair. If i were a boy, a single boy, i were an unconditional traveler.
But there is a thing: i love to be a girl, in fact i love to be me.
and there is another: if i were a boy, i turned to gay when i meet you..
Then, everything is just in the right place.
Una
martes, 25 de enero de 2011
miércoles, 19 de enero de 2011
martes, 7 de diciembre de 2010
✈The other side of the world
Once upon a time she was reading a blue note. It surprised her as almost always happens with him. The minutes where happening while she took her red cup of coffee and drink it slowly..
She saw his unbelievable smile again. She was listening Beck´s "everybody´s got to learn sometime"
And just didn´t know what to say.
She thought poetry and man was a dangerous combination, a pleasant discovery.
The minutes where coming, she took her hair with both hands. She thought about this amazing posibility, that a furious and beautifull spirit can across an ocean, an eyes, a mind, and touch inside another spirit with words.
She found the words, finally: thank you.
She saw his unbelievable smile again. She was listening Beck´s "everybody´s got to learn sometime"
And just didn´t know what to say.
She thought poetry and man was a dangerous combination, a pleasant discovery.
The minutes where coming, she took her hair with both hands. She thought about this amazing posibility, that a furious and beautifull spirit can across an ocean, an eyes, a mind, and touch inside another spirit with words.
She found the words, finally: thank you.
lunes, 6 de diciembre de 2010
jueves, 4 de noviembre de 2010
Bordado ❖
De tal suerte, siempre habrá una noche circundando con su bóveda celeste los contornos de éstos días translúcidos -❦- De tel sort, il y aura toujours une nuit en environnant avec sa voûte céleste les contours de ceux-ci des jours translucides.
miércoles, 3 de noviembre de 2010
.la nuit ❦
Aguarda mi océana lengua, por derramar su oleaje en aquel sitio donde se desborda la mas bella de tus líquidas formas.
ahí donde se exilia, de tus memorias, la menos casta. El sitio único que palpo líbida desde dentro, cuando usurpo de entre tus piernas el momento en el que te haces tu.
Un cuerpo pupila que se dilata en tu cercanía.
ahí donde se exilia, de tus memorias, la menos casta. El sitio único que palpo líbida desde dentro, cuando usurpo de entre tus piernas el momento en el que te haces tu.
Un cuerpo pupila que se dilata en tu cercanía.
sábado, 30 de octubre de 2010
Benediction & Dream...
ella es flama que se eleva
Y es un pájaro a volar
En la noche que se incendia,
Estrella de oscuridad
Que busca entre la tiniebla
La dulce hoguera de el beso
Que mal amor es sus labios
El infierno es este cielo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9VyFBjEuIQ
Y es un pájaro a volar
En la noche que se incendia,
Estrella de oscuridad
Que busca entre la tiniebla
La dulce hoguera de el beso
Que mal amor es sus labios
El infierno es este cielo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9VyFBjEuIQ
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