Jura

Now that a delirium caused by your presence sits on my senses I have something to say ...

Now that provoke the most beautiful feel that my bones bear only moments I have to say something ...

Now that your smile is so persistent and so clear I should clarify something ...

Now that your name pierces my mind I must relentlessly advertise what you always say ...

Vos ufanarte my delirium, brought to my senses the aroma of your unforgettable presence.
Vos that only your heart with the words embargoes that have suffered a drunk to give.
You shut that when drilling deep in my soul.
Vos that when talking about softening the foundation of my stubbornness.

For your wife to whom I uts as silent as you can ...
is a new small and humareda of bright white smile,
to you is who I come to tell you that the most visceral and red that I am completely in your membership,
although the nights do not get to see auroras,
To you! is the one I want to encourage that brings me memories of nice pin, impassive and desperate joy of story and enjoyable COLMANT of joy ...
to you my princess with the most recognizable crystal tiara who is writing poems that do not be afraid of the taste of others,
to you as mine as mine I think,
I bow to your ray Multi-hand drunkenness that paralyzed me tonight,
knowing that the memories of the glory night will be your total approval.

Today and always,
I entrust to you without more or less my heart that it is not chanel perfume or good signing,
this,
that has a name,
is yours and woman is called heart and soul.

For me, women,
for tonight and this desire of bohemian life imprisonment ...
Jura!

Written by kmilo Published in: Poetry No Comments » 02 August 2008

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LA Live

This place is full of alien angels:
invisible angels (which are not),
infallible angels (which never fail).

Souls dedicated to the vastness of life,
of feeling.
Angels who have the smile that the purest crystal,
drops of euphoria for those who fail to seize your heart with joy to expel as a ray of light.

And go away and the taste that remains is absent.
And go away and the taste that remains is pure and true absence.
And remember ...
the memory that remains is a melancholy world ethereal frozen in time and a enceguecedor, shining and spotless white without any stain that could overshadow this beauty.

Yes, there are angels living among us the lucky ones,
helping miserable that even that absence does not learn or understand.

Yes, there are angels living
and recently saw one take its wings and take flight.
He had old faces, hands and suffering from the most sincere smile that the powder could not hide the years, impassive eyes and breathing slowly giving the calm of knowing that everything done is tied up and was good.

Yes, there are angels,
and although their names are not epic if they do their acts.

And I saw the angel by my wonder and mine before leaving to the land where there is no ground
and even sordid and a storm of weeping callerid suspended from the top, in his farewell knew deliver all that is not enough, for those who understood and knew how to love in silence.

There is no doubt for me, there are angels watching my pain and that of my own.
There are angels living.

In memory of my grandmother,
Bertha Lina Castrillon.

Written by kmilo Published in: Poetry No Comments » 01 July 2008

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I love you "as is

I love you "as is,
unequivocally no makeup,
for being with me in the distance,
for joining me in the twilight of calm,
to open the temple of your tenderness,
by your smile and such haste,
for allowing me to love the way they do,
so sincere and transparent to the same love would be impaired by such sweetness.

I love you "as is,
unequivocally no makeup,
sleeping newly erected in the morning,
no earrings or colorful mareaje,
because it is easier to see me naked me that your soul fills the pupils of radiant calm,
din of the heart.

I love you "as is,
sleeping newly erected in the morning,
With the first breath and the smell of your bed,
My beautiful princess, my innocent alicia,
entregame your gentle smile,
Your eyes, your song,
not to justify the surrender of my soul with heavy-handed short sentences,
Better than I know how it is the reason for euphoria.

I love you and though the words are not enough, so I have to fix this without restraint,
I love you well and simply does not have anything that I refer,
I love you as claimed in the night on the aurora and the moon.

I love you "as is,
unequivocally no makeup.

Written by kmilo Published in: Poetry No Comments » 13 June 2008

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