SHINE YOUR LOVE (Trad.)

The brightness of your beautiful presence
boot of soul hurt pain
the deep scream of your absence
resounds in the harmony of a drum.

See you face to face one such
that my soul would not lose
love drunk and shirtless
my stomach starts getting passionate.

Forget the bitterness in the distance
 can not to embrace you
in both the memory and the sweetness
to your heart makes me move.

A glimer of reconciliation
reveals love
ot those who love passionately
and can not avoid pain ever.

HALLUCINATING (Trad.)

Cast in a nice cuddle
eveything is summarized
Interestingly while the glass breaks
and the wine is lost.

Who spill the grief
despondent hearts ?
Who does not enjoy sunsets
when the beloved has departed?

Seeking streets
roses, times and reasons
forgetting the sequels
even a furtive love.

It reaches the soul as the wind
wearing ivory wings
leaving an event notes
doing a bishop pawn.

So comes the miracle
beautiful carving trails
Cute crop agro
sky and a flash.

YOU WILL LIVE IN ME (Trad.)

Two men, two languages learned
two days of shared work
new light comes to mind
to speak the language of beautiful things.

I know that in the memory and hearts
wounded
your presence is in the beloved hours
I know that in the history of funny creatures
always see your face kind of hope.

You live deep inside me, dear friend
hace the courage, which abandoned no
disease
You've got that smile that makes me calm
live a beautiful spring between refreshing 
raing.

A sadness hugs the walls of this house
commotion tears down my face
few hours without asking why strength while
passing
remain forever the interest in this well.

BLOIS OF MY MEMORIES (Trad.B.de m..)

It rains in your womb, old royal city
many passersby who come and go with
umbrella
blithely defying your corners
planning in the affection of emotions
that sweeten every piece of your land.

Your majestic palaces rise
with a discret color medieval presumption
with long but narrow trails
requiring every individual to be formal.

Discovering the center of your soul
water it with your tears the city
with a beautiful flow calmer waters
that each pedestrian would enjoy.

You stopover of this swing of my labors
are the heart, of circumstances and a chance
that came with you without thinking to rest
are the place of reason and thinking
place're delicious dish.
You, my Blois, my second rest.

WHEN YOU GO (Trad.Cuando te vas)

There is severe pain in the eyes of my life
when news is made present to my ears
when you have to leave
everything becomes gray, cold is coming fall
burning heart
Quiet winter, leaving my lips bitterly cold
is spring rains without colors and without
fresh in my body
is summer nonsense off all emotion.

It hurts inside, most inmediately hurts, hurts
everywhere
this rapid situation; bankruptcy my calm, my
peace breaks
strong as the wind stirs, a strange passion
trumpets sounding air of mourning, leaving
on this
inexplicable feeling cramped.

Shout my soul, my breath stops
not include(understand) the time, my brilliant reason
before
roar my veins, inside like a beast that
controls never
the wisest and powerless tamer
rage I have time, I have to hate the distance
I have a grudge against the ground, wich
prevents me from taking you warmth.

A light, in memory reminds me with euphoria
the most beautiful moments of magic shared
one who brings peace to this story now
wound endlessly throug the agony of dry weather
where as now, you're not.

SHE... POETRY

She walks at the streats
tousled in a bar evening
she runs the committed silence
lands on the altar as a promise.

Jump at the air tumbling
take the kids smile
or the color of a new  springtime
she gently drag seas.

Going in the lips of lovers
run at a ship parten
breaking the skiline without measure.
making without truce presence.

Slides onto lovers nigths
and accompany the singer notes
buried the sad past
and smell candy the memory decline.

Browse the loneliness of a ship
huggins the road herons
slide by the freshwater stream
and walk the road of the pilgrim.

ANGELICA

Se lleva el viento el ángel
de las picardías en el atardecer
mientras la vida busca un canje
evitando al alma padecer.

Se vuela en los aires sin parar
en Buenos Aires quisiera aterrizar
junto al mate y Verdaguer cantar
para olvidar las tristezas sin llorar.

Camina en la incertidumbre
el rostro sorprendido piel canela
cuando la realidad toca el timbre
y anuncie la llegada de Angela.

No son dos oportunidades
lo que ahora se tiene en las manos
se destruye con ociosidades
mientras el dolor labramos.