Let me try with my paltry words to tell you how I am feeling.
I never dreamed of a man in my life. I dreamed that I would be with one, but he never had a face. I dreamed I would leave this poor excuse for a man for a lifetime with another. I wasted the best of 30 years mired in...
Forever is a long, long time.
Words in songs just a rhyme.
But a lifetime is forevermore.
Love opened a long-locked door...
Just a moment, words scattered
Loving you is all that mattered
Your touch, your caress, your taste
All those years were such a waste...
Now the light...
There are words, and the concepts behind them, that sometimes and even most of times becomes obscure to us, but we get aware of that only when facing the consecuences on missunderstanding.
Except when a wiser perspective had been choosed.
I will tell you a...
Woman found and lost (Wake Up Chant III)
Almost every block of "Wake Up" the "Chant I" has the it's story, replicated and extended as narration in another Chant
Exception is the last one:,
"Or otherwise, awake
and looked you still sleeping
smiling in dreams
Though we have not formally met face to face, I know you.
Your eyes are full of love and desire. Your sweetness shines so loudly! Your words are so adorable and your words are you-amazing and expressive! You caress me with your thoughts. Your touch excites me. You cuddle me...
Yes and No
You will always have all my heart, yes, and no other else than all, never, no. What can happen to be, yes, is that, yes, you may find that from that heart mine of yours is left a lil piece less each time you come to ge it till no.
Invitation (Wake Up Chant II)
Surely, by tomorrow
I will not remember,
but you will,
if it was me or you
the one inviting
the other one of us
More probably none of those
and had been you
inviting yourself to me
You know what you own
And that is your way
Wrapped in your words.
Caressed by your touch.
Being so near, yet so far
Makes me feel so much.
I long for your gaze.
I yearn for your touch
Feeling oh so much!
I feel your love
Your body on mine
Wrapped in soft sheets
How long must I wait...
I travel through your collection of stories and poetry....
I try them on like clothes...
Each one fits well like a cloak of colours rainbowed on me.
Some are like fine fox furred of olden days with their tiny
Paws exposed and tiny glass eyes, elegant and beloved...
I´ll wake up in my future, in the time of joy
and I'll meet you there, waiting for me, already knowing
And I'll find you
doing as if we always
had been near like this:
Walking with me by night trough the street
While choosing the chairs for the new house
Where have all the good men goneAnd where are the gods?Where's the streetwise HerculesTo fight the rising odds?Isn't there a white knightUpon a fiery steed?Late at night I toss and turnAnd dream of what I needI need a heroI'm holding out for a hero till the end of the nightHe's...