Category: Poems

The floor is blue, my house is golden if I see you, my soul comes out

«When I look around and see how difficult life is, how steep the slope is, I smile inside thinking» I’m not alone, I have a great friend to lean on. «The truth is that there are certain paths of life I had no time to travel alone, I had moments of frank despair in which your saving hand arrived just in time, or in which your words of encouragement served to keep it from falling. Today, looking back, I marvel at those experiences, almost I cry with nostalgia and admiration for your strength and your dedication, I do not know how many people can say this about another person, hopefully many, but what I really feel is that there are not too many people like you on this planet and I thank God that I have put in my way.

You knew how day by day to gain my confidence, for me to reply on you, to make you a companion of the troubles, a buddy of joys and a friend of my solitude. In a world of indifference and envy, we managed together to build a perfect world, one where we could listen to each other, a sacred oasis in which we could be ourselves, rest in trust and understanding. Despite the turbulence, we defended our place with integrity. We do not give in to commitments, lack of time, work. We could always find a moment in which to get together to commune and share our experiences. And that is important, very important.

Get closer

Come closer, I want to kiss you…

I have drunk your lips before

And they have sent me to kiss them

Come closer! Since you are not my life;

My lips do not know where to put their kiss,

My look reveals me and dies to collapse;

I’m drunk with your scent

And now, like a drunk, I just want to fall in your arms

I do not want

to feel this despair that my kisses provoke me;

I do not want to wait more.

I need you to come over please! If you do not do it, I’ll have to eat you with kisses To calm this damn vision that drowns me.

Come closer !, I do not want to try more lips that are not yours

I’ve tired of looking for better flavor to yours, and I’ve failed.

My body no longer resists being without you;

My lips in love ask for you: they are dry and bitter, they need to be sweetened with your kisses,

My smell begs for your aroma;

My eyes miss you and have made you sick because of your absence,

Now they do not stop bathing with their tears;

Come closer! Come and cover them.

Maybe you do not love me anymore, but please come and kiss me. «

Written by Joaquín in Poesía de amor larga

«And here is this ungrateful anguish that strikes my heart with impetus, my fear and fearful spirit that routinizes at every moment the love that crushes me … Behold today, afflicting my heart far from your skin, from your face of your lips, you can still touch them, kiss them and caress them, even if only in my sad dreams.

Hope I have very soon that my spirits revive and when I climb narrow narrows that traps and drowns my life, present the presumption of being by your side to have you on my lips, in my arms, in my heart that even that far from your essence this; can feel you, hear you and see you; even when I only conform this in my sad dreams. What dreams drag me to the red sea that I bathe and dye my life with loneliness. Life which requires your presence, although that is impossible. And I think that’s cruel.

I see a red sea,

That stains dry and puncture. Punza, as aorta in systole:

With rhythm and without pain

Its waters, red and thick, bathe in a flood, its breeze lifts and paints the terrasal host. It is death, which once more spurs the mortal, which afflicts and strives my heart …

In a convulsive hug

The charge, and I look

This rigid and short

It is his face in pallor

His health weakness, which succumbs to mortal temptation.

I squeeze it to my chest, and it does not wake up

I feel cold, it’s the cold of the ground

I feel fear, it’s the fear of a goodbye,

In vain I kiss her-she does not smile;

In vain I call her-she does not hear me,

I call her in her dream and she does not wake up.

And so, with portento crying. I lean down, scream and immerse her in her red sea. And my crying that heats the watery bed, slips and falls slowly, homogeneous; burns the red dye, falls and moistens his inert face, whose rictus breaks my heart

I see the homogeneous mixture that comes from my tears and the waters of the Red Sea. Now they are less inks and thin. They are pale waters.

Bitter waters, waters that homogeniaron with my crying.

Waters that drown life

Having as life your own sea

Sea, whose waters bathe me

Sea whose waters hurt me

Waters of bitter taste

Waters that take away my love.

Come closer, I want to kiss you …

I have drunk your lips before

And they have sent me to kiss them

Come closer! Since you are not my life;

My lips do not know where to put their kiss,

My look reveals me and dies to collapse;

I’m drunk with your scent

And now, like a drunk, I just want to fall in your arms

I do not want

to feel this despair that my kisses provoke me;

I do not want to wait more.

I need you to come over please! If you do not do it, I’ll have to eat you with kisses To calm this damn vision that drowns me.

Come closer !, I do not want to try more lips that are not yours

I’ve tired of looking for better flavor to yours, and I’ve failed.

My body no longer resists being without you;

My lips in love ask for you: they are dry and bitter, they need to be sweetened with your kisses,

My smell begs for your aroma;

My eyes miss you and have made you sick because of your absence,

Now they do not stop bathing with their tears;

Come closer! Come and cover them.

Maybe you do not love me anymore, but please come and kiss me. «

«And here is this ungrateful anguish that strikes my heart with impetus, my fear and fearful spirit that routinizes at every moment the love that crushes me … Behold today, afflicting my heart far from your skin, from your face of your lips, you can still touch them, kiss them and caress them, even if only in my sad dreams.

Hope I have very soon that my spirits revive and when I climb narrow narrows that traps and drowns my life, present the presumption of being by your side to have you on my lips, in my arms, in my heart that even that far from your essence this; can feel you, hear you and see you; even when I only conform this in my sad dreams. What dreams drag me to the red sea that I bathe and dye my life with loneliness. Life which requires your presence, although that is impossible. And I think that’s cruel.

I see a red sea,

That stains dry and puncture. Punza, as aorta in systole:

With rhythm and without pain

Its waters, red and thick, bathe in a flood, its breeze lifts and paints the terrasal host. It is death, which once more spurs the mortal, which afflicts and strives my heart …

In a convulsive hug

The charge, and I look

This rigid and short

It is his face in pallor

His health weakness, which succumbs to mortal temptation.

I squeeze it to my chest, and it does not wake up

I feel cold, it’s the cold of the ground

I feel fear, it’s the fear of a goodbye,

In vain I kiss her-she does not smile;

In vain I call her-she does not hear me,

I call her in her dream and she does not wake up.

And so, with portento crying. I lean down, scream and immerse her in her red sea. And my crying that heats the watery bed, slips and falls slowly, homogeneous; burns the red dye, falls and moistens his inert face, whose rictus breaks my heart

I see the homogeneous mixture that comes from my tears and the waters of the Red Sea. Now they are less inks and thin. They are pale waters.

Bitter waters, waters that homogeniaron with my crying.Waters that drown life

Having as life your own sea

Sea, whose waters bathe me

Sea whose waters hurt me

Waters of bitter taste

Waters that take away my love.