MY FRIEND ,MY LOVE

Poem dedicated to my friend Sofia Rosero ( Greece)

I lose the reason
In a hopeless love
The reason asked me to forget
The heart is silent
but he laments
Because love is the strongest.
My reason is still here with me
Mired, too, in the molasses.

I do not know what to do.
But time passes, even ...
If I have the feeling that he stops.
The time will be my friend
In the adventure that awaits me.
Only time will save me,
And give me the taste to life.

I have not forgotten

I have not forgotten

My soul has a secret, my life's mystery
An everlasting love at a time conceived
The evil is hopeless, so I had to be silent,
And that which he did, has never known anything.


Alas! I shall have passed by her unnoticed
Always by his side and yet lonely;
And I will until the end, fact my time on earth,
Not daring to ask for anything, and having received nothing.

The woman in the heart of Queen

There are beautiful women and elderly.

That the time or age did not alter their beauty!

They remained as beautiful, or have become more beautiful !!

This little poem to pay them homage!!

The woman in the heart of Queen

A pink fly in his eyes scented

A scent forgotten, abandoned in a heart

More words that say without misleading

A flower, smell, raped images

She squeezed very hard, his bloody campaign

The pressed against his thighs against her injured

She worked a lifetime to find it

She bled the world, the better to taste

Just an illusion

Just an illusion

You're walled up in the silence

After making me believe

That you loved me

And dangled many delights

You preferred to stay with the man

With whom you share your life

And that you do not love enough.

It's your choice.

The nameless woman

The nameless woman

Her heart is too big, so big that often explodes

It is believed a little crazy with his eyes took in the wind

The marks on his wrists tell stories

It seems that haunts every night

The dead streets and cabarets black

You will know his name, you will understand just

For her life is a war, a battle really

She hides under her lace, dreams, desires impossible

His life is anything but easy

She has to the body, the evil indelible

Angie

If you do not love me, tell me,
Daughter of my thoughts senseless
What were you saying in the fatal night?
You said words for making fun of my feelings?
What did say so these tears?

This throat oppressed,
Those sobs and these cries?
Ah! if you only enjoy snatched these tenderness
And these words of honey that bewitch me
You have managed to kill me with love.

Ana Maria

Ana Maria

I love you so, I've loved so much!
I have perceived, a child
Led by my father, who came to visit your mother
And buy a loaf of bread.

You smiled at me, and through your eyes
I melted with joy and gladness
As a poor child,
Who was offered a toy dream

Glamor in the desert

Glamor in the desert

In the middle of the desert in an oasis of Africa;
Drinking tea cool in this magical corner
I wrote notes magic to an unknown woman!
I dreamed recklessly, peace and quiet.

In the illuminated lobby, there was a beautiful woman,
Black eyes glittering like a snake of dunes
she crossed my eyes fixing
His beautiful glance dared, that disturbed me.

The dream and the light

Poem dedicated to my friend Leila Hayavi

The dream and the light

You smile at me from the bottom of a beautiful dream
As one angel speaks to the living.
As scum who dies and is reborn on the strike
Your dress and your white veil floating in the wind.

I am Euglena floating born of chance,
The chained of the destiny absolute and brutal;
I am the one all the appearance unbridled
Pursue without turning off my heart and my soul.

Do not be sad

On this day of Christmas Eve, many are lonely and sad
I have a special thought for them!

This poem is for them! I hope to be able to offer a glimmer of hope
And wish them a happy new year 2013

Do not be sad

When your dreams lead you away

That your steps are guided by tears

Do not run away, listen to the cry

Do not be sad

The sun will come to ask

On your pain everlasting

Of your sighs languid

Of no longer perceive the day

Of your nights, the moon will be your friend

Do not be sad

You are so beautiful

You are so beautiful

In the cold desert and vast of my loneliness

I never stopped calling you,

Shouting your name, so pleasant to my lost soul,

My mind dazed by suffering and misfortune.

In the quiet and the platitude of my life

I have long sought rest and oblivion

With your soul so generous, so tender ...

But you were not there.

Apenas uma ilusão

Apenas uma ilusão

A imagem ea palavra me quebrar, agradavelmente coração,

E deixa-me sem palavras, perdido na beleza da ficção.

No silêncio da noite e minha solidão,

Surge, o sonho maravilhoso, enquanto eu estava

A onda de aflição, longe de qualquer esperança.

Um sonho de uma beleza que excede todos os caprichos,

Todas as fantasias se apodera de mim e trance

Alegria, felicidade e prazer.

Você fala e você me vê, posso tocar

E levá-lo em meus braços como eu queria.

Foarte frumoasa poezie scris de meu foarte dragă prietene Dora România.

că ii multumesc extrem de !!!

In ziua in care m-am iubit cu adevarat

(poem scris de Charlie Chaplin)

In ziua in care m-am iubit cu adevarat,

am inteles ca, in toate imprejurarile, ma aflam la locul potrivit, in momentul potrivit.

Si atunci, am putut sa ma linistesc.

Astazi, stiu ca aceasta se numeste … Stima de sine.

In ziua in care m-am iubit cu adevarat,

am realizat ca nelinistea si suferinta mea emotionala nu erau nimic altceva

decat semnalul ca merg impotriva convingerilor mele.

Astazi, stiu ca aceasta se numeste … Sunt eu insumi.

Being with you

Being with you

(An illusion, maybe but not sure)

Now you belong to me ...

I feel that you love me, perhaps more than before.

I come from afar, from behind the snowy mountains.

Behind the vast sea that separated us.

I feel good in the warmth of your arms,

In the cocoon of our love,

In your beautiful country,

In the world we share.

Your eyes are beautiful when they turn me on

With their amazing light and I remain silent

A tone burst, your idealism and your sweetness.

My heart pounding and my soul back.

Red and white

For do not forget the evil that can make a woman

In the divine color of red and white

I'm numb, an autumn evening ...

Forgetting my past and my past turmoil

Up my name ...

I got lost in the fever of your soul.

Your eyes were the source of my resources

And I liked to describe you my way

The way my heart beat for you.

Your mind obsessed me, and your words cradled me

In a romance sweet and cuddly.

I lost you.

Poem, written October 14, 2012 at five o'clock in the morning, after a severe depression, to the memory of my great friend, Edith Brönwiski, died in 2007.at the age of 30 years.


''Jag älskar dig, min Edith!...Jag tänker på dig ... mycket stark''

I lost you.

You are the light, the rising sun and hope

My crazy dreams, my fantasies and my fiction.

You are the pearl of the desert, sapphire distant countries,

The morning dew of Eden, nirvana my eyes.

I lost you.

My heart, you're an ocean of love and bliss.

My soul belongs to me and you make it more

A reserve alacrity of spirit and beauty.

I feel that my energy through your divine breath.

I lost you.

In the evening of my life you take me in your arms velvet

Offer me your sun, your coolness, thy pomp

Your charm and grace.

You're bewitching beauty and elegance.

I lost you.

Mamãe

"Mom" ,poema traducido de Inglés a mis amigos, Portugués
escrito a la memoria de mi madre y todas las madres del mundo!

Mamãe

Eu quero dizer Olá para você, mamãe,
Eu choro no momento
Eu sinto sua falta tanto ...
Olá mãe ...
Eu te amo mamãe!

Você apareceu no meu sonho noite passada
E eu ver você sorrindo e bonito como antes
Como sempre ...
E eu choro em seus braços
Sim eu choro ... E chorar de novo.

Na bela casa de campo, onde deu à luz a mim
Muitas vezes eu ...
Mas há mais cottage ...
Somente oliveiras
E a sua memória, a sua inesquecível.

mom

To the memory of my mother, which I think with all my love for her
mom

I want to say hello to you, Mom
I cry at the moment
I miss you so much ...
Hello mom ...
I love you Mom!

Are you appeared in my dream last night
And I see you smiling and lovely as before
As always ...
And I cry in your arms
Yes I cry ... And cry again.

In the beautiful cottage where you gave birth to me
I often go ...
But there is more cottage ...
Only olive trees
And your memory, your unforgettable.

No meio da noite

Para o meu Lusófona amigos

No meio da noite

A compostura eo medo da solidão

Meu coração persiste e resiste.

Eu não tenho tempo para amar

E você já está tão longe

Criatura maravilhosa, objeto dos meus sonhos.

No silêncio da noite austera

Eu arriscaria sem delírio e encontrar uma saída

No exílio infernal da minha existência,

Minha deriva, minha descida ao inferno.

Minha estrela vai virar um golpe do destino.

La luna roja

La luna roja

Durante mi larga noche de invierno, he perdido la esperanza,

La esperanza de encontrarte ... algún día.

En mi viaje hacia lo desconocido, no he conocido a

Esa frustración y la desesperación ...

Espinas y todo destruido.

Mi camino estaba sembrado de espinas y sangre

Grité y mi dolor ..., el cielo firmamento

Nadie me tiende una mano acariciando

Un signo de la fortuna ... una sonrisa.

Todo era consternación y el exilio.