voyage

the night is young and lovely
the moon cast his shadow in the ocean floor
the boy sail in the granduer of his little boat
he then starts his journey across the sea

he waves his little hand goodbye
to those people in the seashore
he brought with him grains of hope
and a smile in his face he holds

it was uncertain though what his voyage would be
but what his heart throbs for is to see
what the future holds
he travels alone to follow his destiny

countless days and nights would pass
yet he never cease to row
stormy seas came and hit him with a blow
he just looked up in the sky and closed his eyes
he sets his mind to be still at that time
he was losing hope and yet never failed to trust
that the calmness of the ocean would come to keep him alive

the boy continues to navigate with his boat
exploring the endless possibilities of the unknown

as tommorrow unfolds upon his eyes
he waits for the sun to shine
by then he will see what lies ahead in his journey

he goes on and on rowing on his own
in time he will reach the destination he ought to be
he doesn't know how the voyage would end
but in his heart and mind he continues to mend

amor

The bodies that love each other are ours.
It is your look,
there are my hands.
The hands that love
are those that caress my body and vibrate in my presence.
Undoubtedly the principal ambition is your skin
The essence of my mouth. Sincerely this is what I more adore.

The bodies that love have neither names, nor ages
Neither some barrier, the hearts are so free and anxious
That they love, are beautiful, so beautiful the shared moments.
Our nights have neither schedules, nor fixed limits.
It is to love us in the daytime and to surrender every night,
it is the sun, the moon,
it is everything what we have,
more it does not matter,
it is the ground,
The stars,
it is like the big measurement of your hair
That is not a problem on having been in movement,
It did not even allege when it runs for my veins, that is an ash,
The dust and the motive of your skin.

The woman who loves me, at the time she seen me she gets lost
lost between sheets.
As the sun in the mountain.
It is the flower that dawns in front the window
It is naked and so sensual, that is the woman who loves me,
It is her who wishes me as nobody in the world.
The hands that love you I want that they are only mine.
That my body you caress without measurements...
That you remember that I am yours and you are mine...
I want to lift an oath to the sky; that between us
Only there exists the fire that is never consumed,
Something enormous, deep, as the dew,
That between our body burns and will always lasts...

journey

Looking at the window of my mind
thinking all the people I left behind
Does it worth it?
A wise Man asks me...
The sound of a bird
interrupt the long silence.

I said,
I like the view,
happiness is in the air,
life is in the plants,
and the aroma of her skin
came from places I have never been.

You know,
life is beautiful,
the wise man said,
there are many places you can go
open your winds
and let the air clean your thoughts.

If you are back home,
I don't want to be alone,
my conscience speaks.
What can I say old man,
I wanted to be free,
my heart proclaimed.

After thinking of her,
I know what to do,
I will listing to myself
and feel like I'm new...

Not many people are in my life,
only the reminders of my past time.

The wise man said:
Tell me where you go,
now that I am gone.
my conscience said:
Tell me where I go,
Now that you are gone.

And I keep asking myself:
Are you really gone?
Maybe I should ask her,
the one who took me back home...