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..:SONG TO MY LIVING SOUL:..

If I could sell
My soul to the devil.
I'm sure I would
In exchange for a longer life.
Just one day more
If I could
I'm sure I would.

Some people say
and they're not wrong
that life is bitter sweet.
a little happiness
and a lot of pain

Devil I don't care
let me taste a little more of life
even if tha day will be sad.
Devil I don't care
give me more life
a little more
and in exchange
I'll give you my precious soul.
I want to keep on feeling
What my life gives me:
Wine to get drunk on fro the rest of my eternity.

Crazy they call me
who cares!
Crazy to grasp life
To sofocate death.

..:TIRED:..

Tired, friend,
we want to awaken the guitar
so that its song isn't drawned by the sinlence
friend,
How tired we are,
How tired.
Let's go to look for hopes in the flight of the birds
To get away from sadness.
Friend,
however tired,
We move the rhythm of the wait
so that the wait
won't be the tomb of memory nor absence.
Friend,
Your will and my will
one day they will silence the noise of the voices
so that they let our hearts beat.
Friend,
We are going,Tired
but not destroyed,
to take out the ???
against the veils that cover the earth.
this way,friend,
tired and silent
is the evidence of the effort
to get out of sadness

..:WAKE UP:..

When the dawn smiles in a way
That the frost turns
Into the warm milk of a fig-tree
your soul,at last,will bathe in the prairie
and shouts to the sun that blinds you
<>
then the sun will be extinguished
and your soul will take its place

..:CÍM NÉLKÜL:..

When the words don't reach
Where the feeling doesn't end
When things stay inside
That the mouth doesn't express,
when the soul feels infinite
How can I begin to explain that the blood
In my heart
doesn't stop
It's held back on the outside
And it stays still
Without wings
And they give it words,
Words that don't heal
The loneliness
but they try.

How can i say
that what i want are hands,
Arms
and legs
That feel
that feel
the thorns of the way
the morning flowers
And above all your hands
that so many hands touched
and with mine They stayed.
And above all your hair,
your face
And your whole body.

How can i say
That what i want is to love you.
You
Just You.

..:DREAM:..

For you I was a poet, one night in your arms
with you the night became fire between your legs
and grooms of love for your prairies
I loved love
Your whole life.
My arms envelop your waist
My hands draw your silohuete,
and my mouth sew ambers across your face
that my kisses had left
like water filtering through the earth.
the proof of my love melted in your soul
and like sparks that jump out of the fire
I covered you with my kisses.

My stare left you naked.
I took the secret of your soul