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The trees were bright.
Your face full of lights.
I felt the thrill
Rolling down the hill.

The clouds were sailing fast
Above the high yellow masts.
The forest flooded by a silver tide,
Here you came my lovely bride
Carried by a silent wave.
In a breath, I touched the crest.
From the pain, you brought me some rest;
As a sailor, you made me brave.

Nude, in this lair made of bark,
You muted my thoughts full of dark
With a joyfull thunderclap.
I was drunk, full of a lovely sap.
A gaze to a broken trunk,
My sadness quickly sunk…

…As quickly you disapeared.

The sky, deep, blue; dull.
The soil still moist.
After you, everything is lost.
Please birds, be gentle when you bury my skull.

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Crowning my head with silver
Like shining morning dew.
Gorging my body with a delightful shiver,
My sweet day, It was you.
For weeks, I woke up full of fire;
My Prometheus,
You brought me unbearable desire.
From the Olympus all the precious.
 
Now alone I must carry the remembrance of our last embrace.
 
My heart may be broken,
A glooming pain awoken,
But I will remember
Only our joyfull share.
When in forest we made love without care.
I will stay your smiling lover.
Do the same,
And together sadness we will tame.
 
Fly high my cuckoo,
Be the beauty that mesmerizes,
Be my wonder who hypnotizes
Be my everlasting sunrise,
 
And under you,
 
I will arise
Nude in scarcity of loneliness
But by all your kisses, blessed.
Do you see the light on the distant coast?
She waits for me, her infant lost,
Bearer of poetry, weaver of paradise.
 
Again, I will arise
Full of proud wrath,
Urging the sun to fill me with warmth,
As you did with your eyes.
 
As a fighter I will arise,
Claiming my prize.
All the lands are mine.
I am the chosen one.
From clouds, the golden son.
Watch me shine.
I am the burning king
Who cuts loose all the strings,
Covered in ashes
And platinium splashes.
 
Free as a swallow
I will reach Faro.
I am the one who will reign
And one day, you will mourn our lovely twain.

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No sky, no share.
From blue bare
Lonely land, despair;
Nothing more to stare.
 
Where is the light gone ?
Even the sun misses dawn.
A hole, a ( ),
Not white, neither black,
Uncouloured, an infinite maul.
Where universe lost his track
And faded.
The sky is dead.
 
Sit on the edge of all ending,
What can we see, nothing.
The poet’s words in exile,
Ragnarok came but not Yggdrasill.
Nothing more to save.
What remains from love will forever crave.

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The light is feeble,
Shy. Through the window,
Ray brush you, gentle
Bright and mellow.
On the bed you sit.
Your head softly tilts.
The world around, suspended.
Shhh (hold your breath)
From the heavens, a bless,
In a floral dress.
Dream and reality blended.
I am paralysed
So near from the skies.
Any movement
Would break this moment.
 
Let me stare at you for a century
And I will never end up in misery;
Your face is a treasure for me.
Such a beauty is a mystery,
The riddle that lead to all poetry,
The golden number of harmony.
 
In silence I hear you cry.
Do you know that a tear never lies?
I can’t promise my love forever will last
But I’m not the burden you fear from your past.
Trust in us and we will climb to the heights
Where nest all the most unthinkable delights.

 

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I feel the torments
Of a billion souls.
For some moments
I was a fool,
And now
I pay.
My day
Devoured by crows.
No more day.
Dead I lay.
Cloud blackened.
Shore
By blood soaked.
More and more.
Forest in ashes.
Sky suffocating in poisonous gasses.
I’m insane
My brain smashed like a can.
Answer me darkness!
Why am I still living? Lifeless.
More and more black.
Tied on a torture rack.
In hell
I dwell
In a cell.
With goat like feet
Will pour
From pain the sour
In my throat.
In hell
I dwell
In a cell.
My lips blemish.
Hope perish.
No more pity,
Give me agony.
In hell
I dwell
In a cell,
Love fell.
No more pity
Kill me.

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Nude in the ray,
Your skin in shades of grey,
Silently I pray.
Please, Katerina…Stay.
 
Let me carry your pain,
Standing by your side,
Me, your burning swain.
For both of us, the love I can bide.
 
You are my brightest glory.
The muse of my poetry.
My inspiration’s quarry.
I will fill our horizon with wonderfull stories.
 
You are from each instant
The golden melody,
From all symphony
The blessed infant.
 
Give me time.
I will find words,
I will carve the world,
I will commit any crime,
To cover your body
With wonders of galaxy.
 
My flying peacock.
My flat mountain.
My gold flowing foutain.
My aesthetic shock.
 
I will struggle like the first human.
Drawing for you shapes that would never exist.
Pouring fire in all knowledge’s mist.
All darkness from the sky I will ban.
 
My eastern queen.
My ,oh my wonder screen.
I will never sleep.
No path will be too steep.
I will offer you all the treasures,
All the pleasures.
I will die
To make you shine even more.
I will abolish rhymes.
I will conquer all futures.
I will, I will…
Anything…
 
Life is vain.
Katerina born from my dream,
Spring of my dream,
My dream.
I love you.

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Cuckoo,
My sweet cuckoo.
On my chest
You find some rest.
Above the peaceful forest
Stars shine at your behest.
Cuckoo when you are singing
The trees are slowly growing,
Like my dream,
Calmly, like a gentle stream.
 
Come a day of mist,
Hiding a roaring beast
That claims, at his side, your presence,
Spoiling from my life the essence.
 
Are you leaving?
Where are you going?
Don’t fly,
Or I might cry.
Look at all the leaves,
In red they shift.
Tree covered of rubies.
Forest blooming in beauty.
Dew pearling as a gift.
Trunks rise, as a cliff.
Don’t go, don’t go.
I fear  the snow…
Why turning your back
At our lovely track?
 
Please my cuckoo
One last time, sing.
Sing that you will miss
My morning kiss;
That you will miss,
Our tender bliss.
Sing and unfold your wings.
 
Winter will come,
My dream, unborn,
Will shred me like thorn.
Silence fall in dorm.
The lone hiker
No more ever
Will love someone.
You was the one.
 
Ligth is dead.
Sky full of dread.
My sweet cuckoo,
All the forest misses you.

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In my brain your picture grows,
Grows!
You strain my soul like a bow.
Katerina, my heart disease,
You would break me with ease.
The day you will flee like a thief,
My future will be full of grief.
So let me ask for a few roses.
 
One, on my lips,
Red as a kiss.
Two, on my chest,
Pink and white as your breast.
Three, to my forehead,
Soon I will be dead.
A thousand for my family,
Tell them I was happy.
A billion to the sky,
To hide the mourner who cries.
 
Yesterday I was struggling,
Today I’m a lover burning.
Santiago is coming,
I fear the last morning.

 

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Without you everything is so bland.
Every road looks the same,
Like walking to a dead end
Or burying  my face in the sand.
 
Let me stare at your smiling face.
Let me entangle myself in your wonder lace.
Let me embrass your pace.
Let’s built ourselves a secret place.
 
A place made of love
Soft as a thousand doves.
A place for happiness
Wide as an infinite space.
A place where all the beauty will stand
In the palm of your hand.
 
I beg you, Katerina, let not my verse be vain,
Don’t let me lay in my silent pain.
One word of you and I will slain
All the hate in the world that still remains.
I will find a land and carry your reign.
In my eyes you will be my everlasting stain.

 

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The whole world is just a scene,
To expose your beauty.
Fourteen billion eyes watching,
Staring, obssesed like flies by a bright screen,
Waiting for your nude body
To appear,
In a silence, full of wishes, deafening;
Piercing all men like a spear.
 
Gather, gather,
My shy brothers
Around the idol that doth blaze,
Around the venus who doth amaze.
She is born from the cloud
During a thunder so loud
That for a second, life stopped.
Her eyes oppened,
One heart beat,
And flowers started to grow again.
Lovers felt their hearts melts in vain
Aroused by her gestures full of heat.
 
A godess among humans,
With the beauty of the last sunset,
But her light never dies; she illuminates
My face, and my eyes in a duet,
Stays, blinkless, captivates.
I give up, I abdicate.
Your are my camino myth
From my day the pith.
Let me stay in your shadow
Where my hapiness doth grow.
From now on all your desires are my owe.