DumbMy mind still goes crazy when I imagine your words.
My mind is still surprised when I read your words.
I remember the best moments were when you said "I love you".
I remember the most beautiful words were when you whispered "I love you".
Not even your beautiful eyes, divine feeling.
Nor hear your beautiful laugh, my oasis every day. None of that was enough to satisfy my senses.
But I promise you keep my hands without memory, so that each time I touch you I do it differently.
Sometimes fear is a bad thing. Do not let me enjoy beautiful moments. If you can’t beat it, it becomes a kind of curse...
I curse the morning light, that hurts your eyes when you wake up. I curse the shadow of the night, that on his lap will find you sleep.
That if it hurts? A little... I confess
Love is an unwelcome guest.
Look how I am: and without any sadness to tell you.
This way... like crazy, trying to find you, you, my cure. I will be able to know what I think and what I touch.
Why you don't tell
Heartache Every MomentI had never seen eyes so naive. That soft mouth, of pastel color, that velvety skin ... everything in her looks fragile but perfect.
A star on top of another, never a calculable amount, a passion for you, about a passion for you.
Breathing with your gazes, your eyes, your heart. It was stupid to be so focused on one person, and I knew it.
A strange sensation at see you, you're looking in the wrong direction. And as if guided by a divine hand, for the sweet push of destiny, turn your gaze to me.
Everyone knows the beauty of your eyes, and you know they are the most beautiful ... and still you dedicate me a glimpse ... then why when you look at me you do it coldly ? With eyes so cold that freezes the soul.
You do that to hurt me, but I must say that you reflect a little spark of pity for this undignified love for you. Even so, your look is more beautiful than the person who looks at you, do not look at me like that ... because you will not be less beautiful.
And if you have a second of y
Solitary ManHe, of laminated paper; she, full of lucid emotions, finally clearer and sincere.
But among them stands a figure that breaks the protocol.
He enters her thoughts and sullies his privacy to find out that she is dominated by an authentic passion for life, which flows in the veins mixed with blood, giving strength to his artistic soul.
He has no specific age. It comes from the kingdom where nobody dies.
Sometimes feel that he is dying alive, and his only hope is the death.
He calls the living dead his friends, and calls the living, his executioners.
How many times when laugh also cries... His soul cries when her face laughs.
You are always, when I close my eyes, when I open the window, you are the image in the palm of my hands, what people see in my eyes.
You are what you are not with anyone, literary night, pulsation of death, ridiculous promise and love.
She: A black line extends her eyes ... Blurs the gray pencil, trying to make them even more beautiful. White teeth taste like mint. A
The SacramentNo longer responds to my messages, nor my calls...
Every day hanging by a thread is my hope...
I never believe to lose my heart this way for someone else…
Now I wonder why suddenly she no longer wanted me. Why my life went empty. Why nobody answer my questions...
Nothing left without her...
Live without living in me and the hope for life is so high, that I die, because I do not die...
One day I dreamed a love like no one could ever dream it, some love it was all life, all poetry.
And the winter passed and did not come, and the spring also passed, and neither came.
I'll stop calling the Moon by your name. Maybe knows, that I died in your mouth.
You have killed more than ten times and I have been reborn in other: your eyes.
Happy images of the woman fill my confused mind.
My heart lets himself go, and for the first time is quiet. And I smile at the naive girl.
About the beauty of the night, the immortality of the spirit, the stupid of the diurnal world, the black magic, his desire
AngelAngel, here you have my poem, tender heart friend, mystic girl that offers joy.
Link thousand words, in my mind releasing the most pure wishes.
Angel, you put your soul in mine, brighter than the sun and beautiful indeed.
Heaven of my soul, you came at the right time, one of the most beautiful treasures.
I know this feeling inside me is not easy to forget...
Angel, I will never forget the moment you came into my life.
You're the sky, impossible to find in the vastness.
Those poems that made you possible, sky lights pose on you every day.
Black sky, until you came, illusions and dreams without cold nights, slowly, relentlessly.
My muse, my poem I give with love, hope that the light of my words illuminate your way.
Disturbing my heart, unravel your words and your breath, impregnated with your beauty and tenderness.
Angel, I have never told you, but today I am writing: you fill the void in my heart.
Frankly I can’t lie.... I love you, my inspiration.
Angel, I'm anxious to see you ev
PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...
You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…
You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...
You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...
I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...
Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...
You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?
No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.
If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.
The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.
Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.
I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.
Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
......there could be no poets in the world, but there will always be a poem for you...
...where my heart burns and rests, I will find you, my beauty...
...because there is no map to the place where we go...
...because all of your kisses are stolen…
...Darkness and light are the work of one mind, features of the same face, blossom of a single tree...
... Something special for you, whispering to the foolish hearts like mine...
... As long as there are eyes that reflect the passions of the eyes who look at you...
... The eyes can’t fit on the face of the world, and the eyes do not fit into the earth to admire your beauty...
... Suddenly I found something that was worth to immerse myself. A dream worthy to be pursued...
... The girl I wanted had come back to me, breaking the world into two…
... It's all in the air...
... While two confused souls can express their love for the warmth of a kiss...
... There universes, there are rivers in your eyes, my heart is in your eyes ...
Just Say YesThe influence of her soul celestial dawn. Each morning light up my senses.
For me you are the sun, that flooded my heart…
The road to my salvation…
For me touch your hair, It's like being in heaven…
Between the lights of your eyes, and the warmth of your soul...
The only secret I keep inside me ... is the immortality of an eternal love.
Those intense eyes mysteriously watching me... Because it was your soul, by nature was all the good that can be: compassionate, patient, honest, virtuous and full of love.
Today I decide to love you. I want nothing more than in this life. It's torture, an insult. I decide. And I decide to reject it, and why? Just to be with you.
You've been like finding the full grace, an experience beyond any trivial sense. As a religious experience.
Because, since I had the good fortune to look at you, the only thing I can remember clearly is the death of a heart that only lives to adore you.
A bitter sob burns my throat. I would not sleep anymore
I try to avoid wearing shoes,I try to avoid wearing shoes, even the metaphorical kind.
There’s something about being touched by every blade of grass and affectionately scratched by every crack in the sidewalk that dares me to take another step. And sometimes I need that.
And sure, after a while you find your feet stained black with asphalt, and some people think that’s ugly. Once or twice, you’ll probably notice a friendly piece of glass in the side of your toe, but at least in my experience, there’s always been someone who will gladly knock a stranger’s door and ask for tweezers.
Maybe wading through waterfalls means I’ll spend a third of my life with the sniffles, but hey, even illness is a feeling. So I’ll keep making snowfolk with my bare hands and dancing in the rain until my hair is soaked through. I’ll keep forgetting my jacket even though you’ve reminded me six times there’s a chance of a storm.
Once a butterfly has landed on your chest you can ne