Si bien no pregunto, a la vez no te cuento,
pero ahora te digo
que con una leve sonrisa,
te pienso,
y te pienso ahora
y te veo...
so softly, so tender, like the falling of the leaves.
lying down,
observing,
without telling,
simply smiling,
smiling at you and for you.
Thinking that the past is part
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What's with us,
you don't trust my intentions
Can we not see the river,
where the sun came up?;
where it was born
a new dream of piece»
dreamy, by not closing those eyes,
not to fall
in deviation
from darkness.
I used to admire wisdom
« but not anymore »
now, I just seek healthiness;
that taste like tranquility,
a family a female friends and
someone to love.
Where reason is not healthy anymore,
« as it is behind the reflection
of the son of our memories»
From a clear perspective, in silence…
over ourselves, there is,
all we want over the lights waving,
with a one-second pain, « and »,…
dreaming only of this
and nothing else,
More than nobody « some of us » don't need anything else…
than a moon from you or a petal
of what pumps me alive.
Despite what I've been through
our conciensce is the one nurturing our being
« creating » « life » for « one » or; « another».
Thinking that the past is part
ReplyDeleteof the light that brights our life
What's with us,
you don't trust my intentions
Can we not see the river,
where the sun came up?;
where it was born
a new dream of piece»
dreamy, by not closing those eyes,
not to fall
in deviation
from darkness.
I used to admire wisdom
« but not anymore »
now, I just seek healthiness;
that taste like tranquility,
a family a female friends and
someone to love.
Where reason is not healthy anymore,
« as it is behind the reflection
of the son of our memories»
From a clear perspective, in silence…
over ourselves, there is,
all we want over the lights waving,
with a one-second pain, « and »,…
dreaming only of this
and nothing else,
More than nobody « some of us » don't need anything else…
than a moon from you or a petal
of what pumps me alive.
Despite what I've been through
our conciensce is the one nurturing our being
« creating » « life » for « one » or; « another».
Pensando en que el pasado es parte
ReplyDeletede la luz que nos ilumina la vida.
Que nos pasa,
no confías en mis intenciones
No vemos el río?
Donde el sol floreció;
« donde nació
un nuevos sueños de paz »
en sueño, con no cerrar esos ojos,
para no caer
en la desviación
de la oscuridad.
Yo antes admiraba la sabiduría
« pero ya no »
ahora, sólo busco cosas sanas;
con sabor a tranquilidad,
una familia y amigas e
alguien a quien amar.
Donde el juicio ya no es saludable,
« ya que está detrás del reflejo
del sol de nuestros recuerdos»
De un modo claro de ver, en silencio…
sobre nosotros mismos, está,
todo lo que queremos sobre el oleaje de la luz,
con un dolor de un solo segundo, « y »,…
soñando simplemente con eso
y nada más,
Más ni nadie « algunos» no necesitamos nada más…
Que una luna de vos ó un pétalo
de aquello que me da vida.
Ya que a pesar de lo que pasé
nuestra conciencia es la que nutre a nuestro ser
en « crear » la « vida » de « uno» ó; « de los demás».
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