Con un amor-deseo imbécil, caigo en una fantasía sin fondo,

Tic tic bam me haces.          

Me marchó mirando el fulminar de la meta metálica verde de tu hostal. Me da igual. Al andando sentía la carrera turqués de tus ojos en luz de mar en mí.

Supones que de bruja amando soy, y sus brazos albergan. Sus besos no templan armas. Me odias, me deseas como el pan cortejas al hambre. Como Otra en tu mente, fantasma en tu piel, me quieres en frente.

Con ningún pretexto ansio olVIDArte, y al fondo del fondo con el disgusto me quedé; amargura del estiu, nunca te fue.

Paso por los atajos de mi voltereta hasta los infiernos de mi soledad. Al acostar, tus brazos me atan de besos rozando mi carne pura de ti. Suspirando en el vacío, me avispo: no puedo auxiliarte por todos los rincones de mi cuerpo empapado del arroyo de tus ojos turqués.

sigueme, en la calle, ronda como loco, a la curba de mi fé.

Una criminal, una fea criminal detrás puertas putas que odias. Al romper las barreras, se cae la ley. Y al final de todo, me rechazas a mí. Quemada culpable bajo  la  inmoralidad de tu encanto golpe.

Amor de ENTeRA sensualidad, invasor de fantasías atrás, revelan soló tus vacios carnales. Confesa.

Te dejo a vivir la vida razón.

Una loca no soy, soló de tus brazos alrededor de mí.  No sexo ni dolor,  tu cariño resplendizas en mí.

Y en el riu, dónde antes quería trespasar!

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Cuando tus lágrimas ignotas no tendrán conocido, soñaré en tí, y se apagarán.

Nunca voy a protegerte, porque EllA te envuelve.

                                        Yo no juego sucio, a los celos odio.

Sigo amarte ausente, y para no ser tu perra /volveré.

I won’t dream in butterflies tonight, I won`t.

Bitter bats ‘ll hang to my mingled hair

Dirty rats will chew their tail in pair

Staring me with silly eyes unfair,

I won`t sleep in songs tonight, no I won`t.

I pushed away my desideratum, for you.

The one written ’nside in black, in red, in blue.

I flew away with those beating birds of pray,

Letting passion hanging on the string of decay,

And running around the filled bucket of fray-

ing tears big woo!

Satyre, satyre, running after fresh hearts like

King cheetah ‘ter burnin gazelles with spike,

Salvering with intrusive lust around my hips,

Questioning my hows and whos. Why.

Deciphering my chaos in thighs so strong as to climb

One by one the steps of my secrets

In search of forbidden closeness

My hearts melted, ice in unbearable heat

Glad I found enough strength to jump to my feet

Towards the out- far from your fleet

Bustling about in your clear

Blue eyes when you greet.

Foolish devil I have feelings so true,

And pure enough to scatter in bits your bad crew.

I ask crazy forces in vain for your soul to renew

Wishes which ever were too few

To see me again for a moment or two,

To want the most, from dawn more dew.

Thief of my colorful songs,

Of my words and tongues,

Photographs, dead-rounds.

Was I just an easy target for hard-

Ons?

And in her so warm and soft womb

Thinking of me was it wrong

Enough, like a bomb,

To make you hit the gong??

Embrace

Me, with all your skins want

Me,

See my face in her face,

Ace

Of heart am I

Don’t laugh too hard.

Too late for another shot, my hot, hot, good coffee turned cold.

Why, aching, you were my king.

But don´t you care, don´t you dare,

You´ve got a woman to cry on.

I´m just a nothing in your  mar-vellous memoir so void of me.

What did I expect???

Dreamers die of their own dream.

I wish I could burn you body and soul,

And hang, hang you by the feet my fool.

Desaparecido, go, I don´t hate you…

But my skin is still acid, I need

You whole,

Je n’suis qu’une folle.

   Waiting on a Friend by the Rolling Stones

My love is blue, my love is dark, my love’s GOLDEN memory of the burning sand under my feet. Whipping my fantasies, you but an alive ghost on the chest, from here I can hear you forget me. Dashing laughs outloud from the heart:”What a fool, what a whore, of anything and nothing that I want more”. Shade on my sun, you dazzled me again, and again and again, still. Más-ochism please-sure baby. No, sweet, would you say. “I´d rather give you a never-saw-such-a-honeyed-angel- look from a man, oh yeah”

There’s not enough blood in my body-half-corpse without your touch-to pump the melody you put in my veins, and I need that fix again, and again, and again/ 

Hate like coal crawled till your mouth, and every one around saw´ts black dust in clouds bursting like funny storms. “She should play poker for a while…”. How nice, how deep, how tender from my prince; your crack-cocaine jokes like dimest shields, I looove you, still.

May I/you call you /me again? My low scared voice would give you thrills, you’ll live with me what you never dared feel, I´d be your fountain-never-ill, I´ll cook you long kisses on the grill, I´ll hug you days and dawns when you´re down, I´ll… I´ll-please stop me fore I sink.

You´re wedded and happy. You´re father and hurry

my only chance

to be hoping for happiness-to-go,

gladness that I don’t know.

A lucky woman must she be, I am just sad as sad can be. but so be-

(h)it

Until I know how to cure me/from yearning for

your calves, your chest, your eyes, your hair, your back, your stomach-that I want to fill and you´ll fill mine, your thighs-so loooong, your mouth, your bottom, your knees, your eyebrows and your soul…

Laugh, baby, laugh, you can, out looouuuud, I still have the taste of your bitter-sweet like you coffee in my mouth.

Sorry.

hAntée par

la maison-pèRe

de moN désir

plAisir

et Larmes

interDites

ça sonnE, c’est ceLle qui t aime au téléphone;

ça ronronne, c’eSt le chAnt fantôme des cruels symptômes,

alléluia,

Je n’ai pas,

d’autre présent,

QUE mes paroles,

eT mon Absence,

dorée,

A te donner.

car pour toi,

je me suis déjà,

damnée.

la razón de la sinrazón que a mi razón se hace, de taL manera mi

razón enflaquece, que con razón me quejo de la vuestra

fermosura, y también cuando leía: los altos cielos que de vuestra

divinidad divinamente con las estrellas se fortifican, y os hacen

merecedora del merecimiento que merece la vuestra grandeza.

C.

Hi, I’m a home-sweet-chick

I’ve got an animal name

My father’s a communist

That’s why I’m so ashamed…

Stop kidding me

And I will stop whining

I’m on Elsa Fraulein’s list!

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PS: If I don’t have my mother’s brains

 I  know how to dance!

Do I have a chance?

Anyway Daddy’s the best!!!

NB: just joking, even if I didn’t succeed to make any man/one laugh…bouh

There are too few letters to tell

And the words are too scarce in my mind

To tell

You how much I love you.

In fact just a few would do,

Simply would do

Feel.

“Panic attack[s]“= no blockbuster on the screens,

But horrible, poisoning seeds,

Everyday adrenaline,

And none, no, and nothing in these jungles and fields

Could cure it but time.

I see a lot of people hostile,

Whether they are or not,

They protect themselves by not hearing/seeing/talking

Brown monkey cheer-

ing up the truth by drawing laughs

On your face.

Words are too scarce.

Love’s too much like chess,

To say.  

When you write shit
Pe-ople talk shit

Red-bull-shit

And Bob’s your uncle!!!

No problems

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