miércoles, julio 30, 2008


I’m kissing your closed eyes, your open and fresh mouth.
Our wet bodies sticks together. The river runs here alongside taking our solitude,runs.
And every moment I go, go, go...
Where I go?


The willows murmur when they saw us: reds, greens. The air sings between the rocked branches. I move towards my mouth to your ear and say: -“Give me Shelter”.

And everything, everything, even you, responds:
-Yes









lunes, julio 28, 2008



¿que sabe uno sobre la vida?

nada que sea real


Pero

¿cuál es la realidad?