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perhaps no one ever will meet.

  °°°°°

  When I die

  When I die,

  will bury me where break the waves,

  the sea will drink my blood cold

  and my soul will be

  the voice,

  the last acute

  of all the waves that bend it.

  When I die, You will not see me!

  No one will see me!

  and yet

  my grave will be on all the beaches!

  and yet

  my blood will fill the oceans!

  When I die, flee from the sea!

  Because if I shall hear your voice,

  if only I'll feel your scent,

  if only your shadow will cover the rocks ...

  my blood turn on the seabed

  and from all the coasts of the earth

  waves of passion

  will be to overwhelm you.

  When I die,

  You will not see me!

  No one will see me! And yet

  I will be there where the sea!

  You will not see me! - No one will see me!

  and yet

  I will be there where the sky and sea

  kissing forever.

  °°°°°

  I

  I walk the roads of distant cities,

  paths, the woods of my house,

  the banks of rivers,

  beaches,

  but I am, always.

  The ego that soweth the poem,

  the poetry that takes root

  between the stones

  and hides the first leaves

  between leaves larger.

  I'll be a poet when people

  will take the flower of my verses

  and breathe the petals of my words.

  °°°°°

  The hair

  Chills

  like caresses of sighs ...

  waves on the shore

  that touch the feet:

  your hair on my face.

  °°°°°

  The lips

  If I were as small as an ant

  I would sleep in your nose

  to fall out of bed every morning,

  only to fall

  on your lips.

  Your lips:

  a pillow of sweetness.

  °°°°°

  Ecstasy of your eyes

  It is when

  You opened your eyes,

  who was born on the night solar

  and, on the wasteland

  of my being,

  bloomed

  rose of peace,

  fragrance of your being,

  colorful of all.

  °°°°°

  Aurora

  Aurora,

  marine spirits

  describe

  your sky sprinkled with emerald.

  the flow

  solar slips

  on ocean waters

  as rows of honey

  that furrow

  kissing,

  your goddess skin.

  °°°°°

  Epitaph

  My body

  was a sea of ​​words.

  The soul,

  the wave that made ​​them vibrate.

  If you ever seek my face,

  remember,

  my only photos,

  are pages of ink

  to which only you can make sense of.

  °°°°°

  Ode to the passion.

  Oh topaz, amber bright,

  tail of a comet alone.

  In you is reflected

  the dawn of my eyes,

  you find peace in

  the night of my dreams.

  Give up the constellation of purity,

  dissolve your bones of rock

  and fall!

  furious,

  in the cold sky of my soul!

  fall as the sun

  in a dark space,

  like life in death!

  Burn the boat of my heart

  so we burn away, sinking

  in the sea of ​​passion.

  °°°°°

  Eternal Kiss

  You'll always have

  the slow embrace of the sun and water,

  with eyes closed,

  breathing the second

  that separate you from another wave

  and yet another wave ...

  on the shore of a body

  that stirs forever,

  above the time,

  that consumes without being consumed.

  There is a rock

  a rock with green moss, static

  but alive

  in its fixity says yes,

  a rock that knows not to die,

  know that the sea will not stop its motion

  To overwhelm ... ever.

  Will be consumed in the passion,

  like a kiss perennial

  until it becomes

  sand,

  overwhelmed even more

  the ocean of eternity.

  °°°°°

  Waiting

  I will wait,

  that the estuary

  of your lips

  verses

  between the cracks in blighted

  of my soul,

  the sweetness

  chained in your eyes.

  I'll wait

  the bloody jasper

  and button of my chest

  get wet of your purity

  and, drink of extinguishing

  the stifled gasp

  that comes with

  my sighs.

  °°°°°

  The millimetric space

  I take only the moment,

  the delirious silence

  that separates the wave from the shore.

  I breath the essence,

  the peace of the sea,

  that it contains the millimetric space

  before the last wave

  flood the sand.

  In these oscillating jerks

  it is as if seabirds

  explain the wings to the sky

  leaving soft hiss,

  or buds instant

  that opening,

  reveal the texture of silk scented

  that the sea weaves

  in its abysmal depths.

  Now the sea is far

  but no matter.

  Because every day,

  every hour that I scan your face,

  I feel the same act of life,

  the same imperceptible avalanche of emotions,

  that keeps the instant

  before the wave touches the sand.

  °°°°°

  Love without unknowns

  You and I, we look for the unusual,

  the impalpable love

  and for others it dissolves in dreams,

  changing its shape.

  Neither I, nor you welcome

  the annoying question of reality,

  the unspoken words

  smiles masked

  jealousies acid

  pride brutal.

  Neither I, nor you, know the meaning,

  this does not really belong to us.

  We live in those dreams,

  others conceal,

  in them we were born,

  in these dreams

  we have found the form,

  the natural meaning of our existence.

  Everything turned out for themselves,

  when we found ourselves

  as complements of the same equation.

  One possible solution:

  the simple love, love without unknowns.

 
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