I do not know what we want
I do not know what to do,
or nay, nor do I think
. I changed the
breathe sigh
and why breathing.
And you wonder: Why
why not change sigh
directly?
But,
have not told you I do not know what I do,
or what I say,
or what I think? Blog
Ana Velez
Friday, December 3, 2010
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I became older. I notice when walking, working, to dream, by showering and even breathing. And not me. Begin to be two. However I individualize. I almost, almost, as the marriage of mother and father (two in one, one composed of two physical entities). They love each other and, reflectively. So. So are you turning to another and first person plural pronoun. You make me smile and my discomfort is wildly your sorrow.
want if you do not know if you'll like it. I do not know if you will. I do not know if you will read it anyway. I just want to say that for me, nos. Would like to make you understand I do not want to leave my side. Well, I would be stuck to one corner pared.Con free to will. The other is yours now. Sorry, is ours.
some time ago talking with a friend who claimed to have experienced his coming of age alongside their actual sexual onset. Others, as stipulated by law, the reach to a particular numerical figure in national identity. And in my case, it is at this point: When the bow priorities and your happiness is part of my joy. I love to watch you sleep as well (not that I want to leave out the idea.)
have bulging eyes and my soul shattered scattered about your knowledge. Your lips are certifying my animal nature. And your hands are melting my ice cubes in hot blood.
And it is funny because although I'm embarrassed, I can not help it. Go down the street, being in college, lie on the bed, wash up daily and even enjoy every breath of air with your presence in my senses and believed.
And it is more outrageous if possible, because every morning dawns with my head larger or more distributed your presence. No explanation but, to notice when walking, working, to dream, to take a shower and even to breathe every time I notice you close and complete.
I discovered that this wanting to be like a tree that never ceases to grow if it remains watered each day with love and wisdom (the latter with human exceptions). I am older, I started to harvest and I won the daily bread, but the food of my thoughts.
(We want)
want if you do not know if you'll like it. I do not know if you will. I do not know if you will read it anyway. I just want to say that for me, nos. Would like to make you understand I do not want to leave my side. Well, I would be stuck to one corner pared.Con free to will. The other is yours now. Sorry, is ours.
some time ago talking with a friend who claimed to have experienced his coming of age alongside their actual sexual onset. Others, as stipulated by law, the reach to a particular numerical figure in national identity. And in my case, it is at this point: When the bow priorities and your happiness is part of my joy. I love to watch you sleep as well (not that I want to leave out the idea.)
have bulging eyes and my soul shattered scattered about your knowledge. Your lips are certifying my animal nature. And your hands are melting my ice cubes in hot blood.
And it is funny because although I'm embarrassed, I can not help it. Go down the street, being in college, lie on the bed, wash up daily and even enjoy every breath of air with your presence in my senses and believed.
And it is more outrageous if possible, because every morning dawns with my head larger or more distributed your presence. No explanation but, to notice when walking, working, to dream, to take a shower and even to breathe every time I notice you close and complete.
I discovered that this wanting to be like a tree that never ceases to grow if it remains watered each day with love and wisdom (the latter with human exceptions). I am older, I started to harvest and I won the daily bread, but the food of my thoughts.
(We want)
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Sonnets I, II and III
Sonnet I
The icy wind brushed his hair full of glitter
and whiteness,
dared not kill his spell, his tenderness,
its lights, its beauties, its Flash: Spotted
hail was more beautiful
purer than snow when pure,
descends from the heavens, height,
as clear as the sun shines in your neck.
years struck him, the race
the rapid run toward the gap, but not lost
light of their joy.
Their laughter, spring flowering,
flowed like, fast in the river water in its
run, ice and cold.
Sonnet II saw an angel in the eyes
child of that old sweet and affectionate,
more beautiful than the dawn
lazy when his voice went out at dawn.
In his snowy white hair
struck the shining color of the rose,
and brown eyes made her look beautiful
of light, haunted soul.
As a child I saw in your face the sweetness of that old
which, thankfully,
lovingly kissed on the cheek.
Her voice full of tenderness he spoke, always friendly
in tone suspended
showing, with love, their simple soul.
Sonnet III
The ruffled edge of a coral sea and sky
assaulted, pure and clear, swift
that horse that haunted
air brush is made crystal clear.
and find, to advance on the road, without a voice
twilight, a golden sea,
and could rest, and tired,
your breath, steady yesterday, today pilgrim.
Night
long-lasting wine with the dawn, stealing the day,
its light, its brilliance, all the beauty:
My chest is light, and wherever, will enlighten
when cold, you stalk
without shame, the dark night.
2005 © José Ramón Muñiz Álvarez
"The Bells of Death"
First part: "Archers of dawn"
All rights reserved by the author.
Sonnet I
The icy wind brushed his hair full of glitter
and whiteness,
dared not kill his spell, his tenderness,
its lights, its beauties, its Flash: Spotted
hail was more beautiful
purer than snow when pure,
descends from the heavens, height,
as clear as the sun shines in your neck.
years struck him, the race
the rapid run toward the gap, but not lost
light of their joy.
Their laughter, spring flowering,
flowed like, fast in the river water in its
run, ice and cold.
Sonnet II saw an angel in the eyes
child of that old sweet and affectionate,
more beautiful than the dawn
lazy when his voice went out at dawn.
In his snowy white hair
struck the shining color of the rose,
and brown eyes made her look beautiful
of light, haunted soul.
As a child I saw in your face the sweetness of that old
which, thankfully,
lovingly kissed on the cheek.
Her voice full of tenderness he spoke, always friendly
in tone suspended
showing, with love, their simple soul.
Sonnet III
The ruffled edge of a coral sea and sky
assaulted, pure and clear, swift
that horse that haunted
air brush is made crystal clear.
and find, to advance on the road, without a voice
twilight, a golden sea,
and could rest, and tired,
your breath, steady yesterday, today pilgrim.
Night
long-lasting wine with the dawn, stealing the day,
its light, its brilliance, all the beauty:
My chest is light, and wherever, will enlighten
when cold, you stalk
without shame, the dark night.
2005 © José Ramón Muñiz Álvarez
"The Bells of Death"
First part: "Archers of dawn"
All rights reserved by the author.
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