Saturday, January 21, 2006

I loved you

I loved You of so many ways
that I empty of love I have stayed.

I loved you strongly,
when the butterflies
were filling our space.

I loved you with attention,
when the charm of your words
were flooding my ears.

I loved you with tenderness,
when I was caressing your caresses
in the peace of our encounters.

I loved you with lust,
when we were one
in the dampness of our sheets.

I loved you patiently,
when the shouts
were an awkward symphony.

I loved you with naivety,
when I was not understanding
that you were sharing your love.

I loved you with madness,
when with your acts
I felt that I was losing you.

I loved you with anger,
when your shade
disappeared of my environment.

Now,
in the hour of the inventory,
I feel that I loved you of so many ways.

And if to love means without death,
I will be condemned to love you the whole life,
this time with real love,
though already you are not.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Amen

My shouts will not do to your lips to say my name again,
in the soundless space,
where are the remains of your kisses
that were saying to be big.

One by one they make echo
and will explode the looks to my.
But your feelings will continue
in eternal rest


My tears will not make to your instincts to grow furious again,
in the unfertile land,
where are the remains of your passion
that was saying to be big.

One by one will make a rain
and germinate a forest of foreign emotions,
but your feel it will continue
in eternal rest.


My verses will not do to your body to touch mine again,
in the silent tomb,
where are the remains of your love
that was playing at being big.

One to one they accumulate
and they will make wake up to the coldest souls,
but your feelings will continue
in eternal rest.


Does not matter all that I shout,
does not matter all that I cry,
does not matter all my verses,
your feeling will continue
in eternal rest.
For the centuries of the centuries.