Music took me away from pain to fi… The sounds of the human Soul alon… There are musicians and singers in… The drummer beat drums to convey t… The guitarist plucked and fingered…

You bring out the wanderer in me. The walking along the highway in m… The flying my thumb in the wind in… The journey being the adventure in… The walk all night to see your smi…

There I stand. I can see the world go by, interact with it through the magic of thought, but I am not there. I can not be hurt by those things for which I have no control or those thing...

He visto la paz, he visto el dolor descansando en los hombros de nues… ¿Ves la verdad a traves de todas l… ¿Ves el mundo a través de ojos ape… Y si quieres hablar de esto otra v…

Some say that romance is too old f… Flowers and Roses no longer exist… Some say it’s not connected to any… Romance has been digitalized But still today,

It pounds and crashes like waves o… Like strong winds to my door, it r… It cuts and slices like a butcher’… Like the grim reaper of death, it… It separates life like a scared ma…

A morning walk through damp Valle… athletic runners passing me by, the way some human brains survive… and emerge capable of action and c… knowing my poetry may be recited a…

I wrote a poem about love and It read itself and sneered, yanked the pencil out of my hand, flipped the eraser tip into suicide grip and rubbed

I am going to tell you the story of two boys who in their youth used to serenade the same girl. Time separated them and it was also the time that brought them together again and this is...

I see you as the sunlight at midni… And a dream after infinity, And I placed la Grande Ourse on… And you kept on like nothing; I sweetened the sea water for when…

In the mirror I saw an angel weep… I tried but I couldn’t avert my e… I realized too late No one is perfect no matter how ha… I realized the reflection in the m…