Letter.

I received a
Letter,
When I opened it,
Was from Lora.

Loving words
She wrote.

"Each day to love you,
This love,
Benevolent
Somehow,
Enslaved to pain.

By night
You come,
I invite you to stay,
You always say I have to go,
And off you go,
My heart burst into tears"
Lora wrote...

Empty Room.

Empty room fated to
the unmerciful hours,
a clock strikes
the grieving ticks...

Each tick carries triumphantly a
weightless corpse.
Can not hear an
insect running on the cold wet soil

A man made fun of himself,
talking loudly about love
and composition of days,

The same creature broke
the moon into pieces.
Blundered the sky with his tongue;
his conversation went on...

Discussed the hemispheres
from morning till late at night.
Without finishing what he said,
climbed roofs' red tiles;
from there continually talked to himself.

Meanwhile the hen hatched
and the chicks broke the shells.

People overheard
the silly things he said.
In his savaged room, this
man traveled miles on foot.
The last click came at 12 midnight.

On the radio broadcasting a story.
Uneasy himself
heard, a "Love Story"
...the man laughed...nodded his head...
oh...bon amour!

if....

If my tongue,
my stomach
altogether in
my old shoes.

With names
given to to me
along the eternity.

If you call me wind,
Hombre,
Horrible smell,
What else?.

An ancient syllable in
the unfriendly air, or
a woeful graveyard.

If night groans a
magnificent sleep.

If I am still alive
concealed in a
cavernous apple with worms,
My "Excellence" still
adorns my soul.

Silence...

What does silence doing for us?
That silence?
In the falling of the night...

Shakes two weeping hearts.
That silence?
Do you know why silence is here for?,

Winter comes,
Silence again,
Like a phantom in white gown...

You, poor heart misses her.
A possible word,
Just one word,
could brings you close to her.
Just one word...
Silence will pass away...

Rainbow.

Rainbow somehow,
Gracious crystal showers,
waves high
Warms my beloved's lips,

At times when my voice
You could not hear,
Love so little, and cruel,

You do not love me anymore,
images invade
indolent shadows
Love, so little and cruel.

Yes I do love you, I said,
I want to hear it loud!
Thank you for loving me.

Days hard to bear,
in the stillness,
around us,
love again so little and cruel,

You do not love anymore,
say it again...
Yes I do love you!
Harsh, the voices,

My heart is the same,
Converses only with you,
the hot summer burnt
My words midway,
And love so little and cruel!

Narcissus ( 2)

Charms his heart
accommodates himself
perfectly on the
quiet pond,

Sways like a pendulum,
for an instance
closes his eyes
wraps himself in
air...proper...
madly in love!

Moisten his lips,
when he kisses,
his lips reflected,

A common face wobbles
on the water pond,
Narcissus
Narcissus, I?

Lovers In The Wind.

Your presence like murmur,
Fountain of waters,
Unforgettable always...

Doves ready for the wind,
Host of clouds, multitude
Of clouds, themselves in the sky
Always...

Rainbows like souls
Who are we?...
A tale..?.
At dawn...perhaps...

The judge like a hero
At the closing of the darkest night
Marvelous his chin, was.

Myself in circles circling
Reconciled,
Restless hours,
Moving the ground and shaking trees
Water overflowed for days.
Tombs of hundreds skulls,

My beloved, he ocean,
friends in an
Instant together, at last
I found refuge,
In the whirlwind.

Far from home,
Somehow homeless for a while
Above all things...

Home, blue space,
for illusion
No desire for another graveyard,
At the peak of the day
The light is white.