22 de Agosto, 2009

Amarte, respetarte, cuidarte,
Hasta el fin de nuestros días
Y aún más allá.

- Esta es mi promesa -

Porque no hay otra alma para mi alma,
No hay otro corazón que pueda contener
Todo el lo ofrecido por mi corazón.

- Soy tuya y eres mío -

Así, te amo;
Mi amigo, mi amante,
Mi confidente, mi esposo.

- Juro al mundo que te amo -

Desde que nuestros ojos se encontraron,
Desde que mis labios por vez primera te besaron,
Mi espíritu se entregó.

- A ti sólo, sin condición -

Burladas las distancias,
Tu vida es ahora la mía;
Este siempre ha sido nuestro destino.

- Esta es mi promesa,
Uno solo para siempre desde hoy.
Nada puede separarme de este amor -

Drip Drop

And so the rain falls,

Everywhere birds are silent,
And so my heart sinks.

The Cry

Liberty!

The blood in my veins
Cries out
- Moves my muscles,
Fills my brain -
With only one aim,

Liberty!

Oh! Were the sword
To sting
- To pierce this
Passing flesh -
Every gaping wound would scream out,

Liberty!

Were the world to turn
It's back on my pursuit
- On my inalienable right
To seek out freedom -
Let my pen bleed out,

Liberty!

In this shall I win the battle
Over myself:
Resisting the temptation of
Comforts and luxury
- The ever present seduction
Of wealth and power -
To hold myself true.

I will rise up
Against the gifted lies
Of my oppressors
- Under scorching sun,
Over blazing asphalt -
Amid the objection of my foes.

My voice which shall resist
No longer
- As one with
My brothers and sisters -
Must rage out demanding,

Liberty!

United, the cry of the people holds all power.

Flesh and Bone

He Looks,
Looks inward,
Looks far,
Beyond the wandered trail,
Over the cliffhanging doubts,
Past the center of the core.

He Speaks,
Speaks firm,
Speaks warm
Of what is hidden,
Loudly of what is shown,
About fear, intimately.

He Listens,
Hears too much,
Hears not what is said,
Trusting the causes,
Burdened by voices,
Scarred with moans.

He moves now
- All heartbeats slow -

El papá

Rest Now

A blue song bird has
No melody to perform
In the dying light.

Dread

It carves away at my bones,
Oh, the dread of longing.

In the dark
I sit,
Head in hands,
And fear

Tomorrow

Fear both
Greatness and failure,
Sadness and joy.

Whatever I might deserve.

All I do is wait,
Knowing
It's coming,
Feeling
It approach,

Clinging on to my final scraps
Of Being and Hope.

Despite myself.

Agitated peace

- Tens,
Hundreds,
Thousands,
A million -
A million beats per second
And they all sound out your name.

- in gasps -

My breath runs past me
Through tiny molecules of air
-Through insignificant specks of nothingness -
To the only resting place where
(nestled securely)
It finds comfort

Your Lips.

Flor

Aquel petalo que perdiste
Nunca regresó.

Tras los agijones de abejas,

Bajo el inclamante sol

- De especulación -

Tu belleza floreció.

Aún, ante la tempestad

Tus raices se arraigaron

Bajo el suelo arido

- Que tu majestuoso color avivó -

(Por tu tenacidad,

Por tu clamor de una vida plena).

El petalo que cayo de ti

En mi, para siempre, quedó.

Tela, Atlántida

The Empty World

As stiff as toys
And tall as men
And swaying like the wind torn trees
She talked about the empty world
With eyes like poisoned birds

She talked about the armies
That marched inside her head
And how they made her dreams go bad
But oh how happy she was
How proud she was
To be fighting in the war
In the empty world

As stiff as toys
And tall as men
And swaying like the wind torn trees
She talked about the empty world
With eyes like poisoned birds

R.S.

About Beauty

"Que no son despreciables los eximios presentes de los dioses y nadie puede escogerlos a su gusto".

Suiza

Journeys

Smiles, smiles, smiles

And happy faces.

Good food, good wine
And merry places.

Time drifts
Amid the bliss of shared laughter.

In a strange land,
Where among family

I am a stranger.

In transit

In sad, sad places,
Where people yearn,
- Wait in longing -
There is never
Quiet or rest.

The bustle and noise is haunting.

Pale, pale faces
Tired, long and daunting.
Listening to too many false voices.

I feel myself adrift.

They walk and talk,
They live in the suspense
Of the unchanging hour.

And the features blend,
The trapped air is shared in gasps.

And the tears flow,
And arms let loose their embrace.

And loneliness is accepted with reluctance,
With hope in the lifeless dreams of better places.

Between Mind & Heart

It's hard to find the balance when you are in love. You're lost in the middle because you have to decide between mind & heart. HEART is the engine of your body but BRAIN is the engine of life.

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M.C.