Dont want to be without you Cause I cant live without you And today I
I am the routine story cement rise… What hill on which road trails eig… Although the evil day is to eat bu… Just listen to your little voice i… I am the story of my girl that one…
who is that slowly coming my dear? through the town they search so sl… come away from the window my dear its time for us to go they passed by the pastors door my…
I don’t want this to be the end of… I still want to see you day in and… I don’t want this to be me and you… I want this to be me and you Now and forever
By Stanley Collymore Of course we Blacks in every regard, even so financially, are innately, instinctively and irredeemably criminals;
Rose almond and that fruity fragra… Warm from the oven ' aprons clean Poets baking for Christmas
eyes slightly weighed down by the anchors of sleep the eerie acknowledgment sends chills through my body continuously into the day behind me and the morning ahead and the afternoons pre...
After the poetry reading the lights go on and a lady under a big hat rises behind dark sunglasses and asks the poet why
It could be sunny and hot outside, I could be covered in layers of cl… The fire place could warm the enti… But my heart is always icy through… My hands are warm unlike the cold…
PALPITACIÓN EN SINFONÍA Siente mi corazón, palpitación en… revuelan las notas, que tu lírica… también mi alma, es sensitiva de… al escuchar sonetos, insistentes e…
Escribo sin motivo, sin ambición, ni pretensión, busco refugio, cansado de huir de todo y de todos; De mi mismo La opresión que late bajo mi pecho, la represión emocional, el vacío, sec...
When I met you, I felt my mind co… I could feel the sparks of imagina… begin to ignite a passionate blaze… We had a vision, it was celestial. When you went away, I lit a candl…
Tan sólo somos dos cuerpos, sólo carne, Hombre y Mujer en igualdad de posición, desnudos. Nos atrae el olor de la piel de nuestras zonas intimimás,
Between two common days this day w… When Love went to the ending that… His seamless robe was rent, his bo… He took at last the sponge’s bitte… A simple day the dawn has watched…
La vida, sin un ápice de sentido A escala de notas grises Una mañana como cualquiera Recibe un atisbo de sentido, No recuerdo como se siente el amor
In the mist of your beloved kiss, I gave you the feeling you made yo… With your thought you hit that spo… It came to you, your at the wrong spot...
Todo es color de luna, Tus bellos ojos Claros, Todo va resplandeciendo Conforme
I have played the cards of blame Shaking in misery because of the f… It isn’t easy to fit inside a fram… A single shot isn’t the way A single picture isn’t a show
Es muy triste ver que se seca una… Otro país te reciba nuevamente O una estrella apagada que vuelva… Y tu destino felizmente lo encuen… Carlos Alberto Castro Blanco
Estos no eran días ¿Realmente pasaba el tiempo? He bailado con el silencio por hor… Mis shows se los llevaron los plat… Los espejos transformaron mi visió…
We know him well: no need of prais… Or bonfire from the windy hill To light to softer paths and ways The world-worn man we honor still. No need to quote the truths he spo…
Love is enough: through the troubl… From yesterday’s dawning to yester… I sought through the vales where t… Till, wearied and bleeding, at end… I met him, and we wrestled, and gr…
And to this day you have a hold on… like hands around my neck choking me when I remember you when I miss you. I love to hate you,
Puede ser por la nostalgia que invaden los días grises Por la tristeza que recorren sus b… al sentir soledad O como la amarga esperanza de enco…
ALUNIZANDO Depositaba el suelo en el bolsillo… tan lejano del primer diente rosa, susurrando al clavel andando, con los dedos en aquéllo...
… It’s like you took over my soul,… and it’s like you got me under you… Because every time I say this re… me and you end up back together.
Contrerime VI. Il pleuvait. Les tristes étoiles Semblaient pleurer d’ennui. Comme une épée, à la minuit, Tu sautas hors des toiles.
Blind to himself The definition of selfless. I owe him my wealth But he will never be jealous He is a mystery to science
Concealment twists and chances, da… Exhaust empowers emptiness. Deep reality interweaves the disor… Age and peace, death and wicked, w… Spinning bases as we ballet psalms…
My flowers have died and my petals… While he sits on his high horse no… That’s how I’ll always see him he… With a beat in his chest that is t… He’s a cowering lion with a lost l…