Your smile
Tu sonrisa

I keep your smile, knowing that also with it, a whisper and your barefoot walk have become my heart's guests, that both on coming to me, they keep moving on in my imagination. 

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Instants
Instantes

Saving moments turned me into yourself until I aspired you more and, more so as not to drown myself of anything that was not you, wanting to steal your love from me.

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When loving you
Al amarte

"When your name took effect in my solitude, my soul broke down from frenzy, which in loving you no longer wished to know if you were the cure of a silent madness or, a truce of a thought of mine, which always ventures to touch you."

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True love
Verdadero amor

How did I know that it was love; because without a word, my being tested in storms of wretched affection, I felt calm with you knowing that I was sweetly comforted.

With low voice almost in a murmuring tone, I opened my heart to you insisting of getting your compassion offered for it, but your smile immediately caught me, and with a light I saw what I did not believe before, that all true love had remained waiting for you ... 

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Intimate images

Íntimas imágenes

Now, what a difficult thing it is for me to sow a memory. All memories at hand, and at the same time, none of them possible to be made walk by my side, sometimes I believe that, deception was arranged to take the place of the heart to embrace what lives far away in time, in order to suffer it as something uncontemplated.

My footsteps seem to be heard twice, and at the moment I feel another walk keeping me company, blessed rain has unleashed, park benches have got deep in my heart as intimate images; sweetheart you are back and from the trap of feeling abandonment you called me, me in tears ...

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Passion dilema 
Dilema de la pasión

You are so special that, even simplicity of my words, is pleased not to be suspicious about having resolved to subtlety come to spring season of your heart.

Words are so worthy to love that, when they go by your thoughts, you affirm to feel them touch you, as if my heart could stick to your chest from this far place where I am, to make each one of my words beat in desire.

"The passion has become a dilemma; being the issue if it is not in the form in which you wait for me of me rather than the particular way my words express themselves; without denying seeing them in your female sensations overflowing."

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Convictions
 Convicciones

The heart is full of convictions and, in them they might not live reasons, nevertheless, in loving you, I live convinced that, without reason to feel you, I would not write what I say, when I imagine that while reading me you live passion together with me ...

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In morning time
De mañana

Whenever you arrive unexpectedly, a desire of mine is flooded almost on the verge of being filled with emptiness, much like a heart that has fallen in love with its own longing.

It happens this way, when evening falls with its accumulation of hours, dragging the transparency of your name that in morning time I asked with faith to say, but in a kind of commotion, I saw the feeling turn it into evocation.

All those who see you, make sure to bring a look of your eyes within themselves, your love is never extinguished, and if despair camps in shadows, it never sleeps, because the purpose of your love is to light the road, when the eyes of the soul in hope await.

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Short poem
Breve poema

"In a short poem I want to love you, without thinking that, with less you should be satisfied, but rather you being an instant, I will be back in contemplation, savoring you with my soul."

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Rejoice with me
Alégrate conmigo

Rejoice with me, although my laughter looks unprotected like that of an ungrateful friend, I confess that yesterday times turned my laughter into a ridiculous grimace that barely gives me a chance to be someone.

Be a good for me, be a treasure yourself with your tenderness in there where I listened to you hopefully, crying and throwing myself toward you as a consolation to embrace you.

Don't take me for a sacrifice, to extinguish what I take from you as breath to live, lives should never be, being flower, withered pain at the sight of an empty heart inhaling their fragrances of love.

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My feelings
Mi sentir

"Others look at you to think of you, without vocation to love you, as if you lived for a single moment, but my feeling after thinking of loving you, comes back and speaks to me wanting to melt into your heart again."

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Without speaking
Sin hablar

If sweet speaking asked truce between both of us when loving, I would instantly make up a passion that, in tempting silence, would make me amorous intention.

Not thinking like many about looking at you to fan love flames, but discovering myself, for you among caresses from the man who once knew how to express love, and now learns from it to make you feel without speaking.

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Encounter
Encuentro

"Nothing better than seeing you in my heart and, in joy, feeling the eyesight deepen with new inner light, illuminating an encounter about you speaking, and I making love into written words."

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Not only me
No sólo a mí

Her sweet voice changed, her tones more than from the heart, seemed to come unfortunate from a distant place, to which beloved names are all thrown, to run the same fate as forgotten objects.

With delicacy I played and, she moved as if in the musical joy she woke up, although from listening so much, I realized that not only she deceived me but also to her heart making it believe, that her heart was still in love beating.

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Absence and presence
Ausencia y presencia

"One can be hurt by absence and feel indebted to the one who was once present, however, in love memory one can alleviate such a pain, and honor the one who loved us most in what we feel was left ungiven."

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Get closer 
Acércate

In case it is your consideration to know; what your enchantment is made up with, come closer, be my faith making this forgot name in your lips coming back, so when hearing your voice, I would descend as an angel from heaven and, in the midst of my wings' force, dust of pain will be beaten away ...

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A Lie
Mentira
 

And, you ask what lie is; lie is to have believed you were a dream with falling leaves when autumn went by afraid to be devoured by a cruel winter, sure, having laughed together we prefered to have cried and, we being close enough we preferred to wait alone ...

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There was a time
Hubo un tiempo

I suspect, that there was a time in which neither I was to write nor you to read my feelings lovingly, something special for which we tell each other not to give up, until we both together make sublime words stop torturing us thus ...

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  At the thought of you 
Al pensarte

I have to wonder when it all comes to thinking about you if I seek to be ecstatic with letters in an attempt to cover you all or, if such case is quite the opposite, you caressing me as I think naively that written words are the reason that I increasingly repeat your name ...

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One voice
Una voz

A voice sounds, but it is not recorded in my head, at least not like that, as one would expect to hear in memory of a great story.

That would be enough, barely, to challenge that with just thinking, one can flee from painful silence of missing someone who has not yet arrived in order to love.

From that madness of seeing what is not there, I have already escaped. Now I truly know that to whom I hear in this new voice that is calling is her with her beautiful soul and, all in me when I feel that I listen to her gets sheltered in awaken senses according to her loving way to express herself.

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Another life
Otra vida

Quite deep like a sea in my memory, I feel her move away now, it is an extremely fair abandonment, affection was measured, giving me up to her was pronounced, but later forgotten and betrayed. 

 Two broken hearts are not admitted to be taken as a lesson in consideration, everything is lost, even the tears have remained halfway to express a blessed silence in which crying ceased to be a screaming. 

Edges of my walk narrow to hurt the will, closing to put out the fire that made me speak passionately, everything hurts me and, I can bear it, but I feel the heart between hands die when seeing her restart another life without me.

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Heroic act
Acto heroico

I will perform the most heroic act of all, surrounded by what I am, I will look at myself with dignity by making morning freedom dream fly upon awakening.

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Good taste
El buen gusto

Good taste is not a choice, it is a distinguished satisfaction that is sharpened by seeing what is coarse and scarce wanting to attract attention.

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Struggles
Luchas 

"I'm not so afraid of innner struggles as of getting used to thinking that one must continue to struggle with shadows, which make that enemy, without being there, act in memory."

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Another perfection
Otra perfección

Your sensitivity made my heart's search prone to another perfection; touching without touching and, language of soul turned into song were both ascents of my spirit that no longer wanted to doubt of how its search would thus end.  

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Eartly delirium
Delirio terrenal

No one deceives the soul, its eyes are of innate caution and love is reflected on them, which on the other hand when they suffer from earthly delirium, deserts appear to be a possible illusion able to house life but in fact, in the end, coming to be a mirage of a deep solitude.

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With soul
Con el alma

I never looked for why, I only loved you, it was neither important to know since when because with no such memory, me in the idea of loving you makes your intrigue surrender, when you feel me touch you with the soul that knew how to find you in love. 

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Radiant heaven
Cielo radiante

You have no idea how much I loved you and, if I say I loved, it is not for any reason, that I stopped loving you, it is said that way, because these illuminated eyes again in your radiant heaven, have been left in revelation looking at you in ecstasy. 

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I'm still here
Sigo aquí

You let go of my hand, and I felt I got restless because of love, I knew that quite not far from you it was enough for my heart to say, love me, I'm still here, and it was rather so, you woman who loves with soul no matter whether the absence of your caresses become my alarm.

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A shooting star
Una estrella fugaz

If anyone asks to know; what allusion bears the trait of my character, I ask to look at an incarnated shooting star. Close and, distant, because his soul is as humanized as it is from an elated heaven, although so low in flight, because it lives passionately.

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Radiance of woman
Esplendor de mujer

The shadow of a past covered me and, if I laughed, it insinuated into an oppression itself tasting my present time as a fantasy, in which I really died with my sweet dreams while I was a reality. 

All this in a kind of cruel and sudden loneliness. Radiance of woman, I approached to the heat of your kisses with aptitude of a surrendered person who allows himself to be loved by one heart that makes him be reborn as a miracle.

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Sublime love
Amor sublime

In the midst of my nothingness, going from a leap of insufferable emotion to another of tempting despair, one deep desire to look at me through your blessed compassion, threw me into your open heaven, without asking me.

Then I watched the dawn break in my heart inwardly, as I had never seen, because it had been bitten by dream, and oppression of awakening made me despair thinking about the length of the day and how my life without your sublime love was consumed. 

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Love memories
Memorias del amor

I carry an enormous weight, it is not the past from which I came out in tears, escorted by angels, even with the language of miracle to which like a mad man I had refused.

Such is what my heart contains, that memories of love weigh more in it than me who remained silent, for those who believed I was quiet not knowing that I always conquered with my soul.

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 Light beam 
Rayo de luz

Do not seek to seal a memory of me, because these, although well-guarded, shadowed live longing, restless with broken wings that, in the present, suffer when they cannot be released.

Rather think of my soul; harvest from his company, when you look at his love as a light beam, that is born here and there in what it was called to be from eternity itself, amid so much darkness.   

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Confess
Confiésame

Confess to me, that I am all love within you, from all men's paradises, in which one my laughter became your attraction, and also tell me with no false oaths, considering all my misfortunes, which one was given to you to be alleviated as a mission.

Because at this point I am all lost, I never cried to anybody feeling as if that one was my own consciousness suffering, and in your hug, I was never ever so happy having affliction forgotten, to take on another life along with you.

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Beloved woman
Mujer amada

In my days, alone, as I knew them without you, I laughed pretending to be happy, believing that I was understood by a sublime sky that I imagined with motives of compassion, in the most alive part that survived in me, after the pain of waking up without love.

Clearly enough, since my heart turned to season of love, I have discovered your charm in which that made - believed sky vanished, giving way for you to be beloved woman, who remained with my awakened kisses being in love. 

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This love
Este amor

If for some reason, you see my strength abandon me when my joy is greater to continue, do not take me for an uncomplete purpose when speaking, because in your memory, my beloved, I will become comfort.

No way, to mumble what yesterday did not give us but to be reborn together, with this motherly love, your heart beating with such a love with which I so longed for you.

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One instant
Un instante

I never forgot, in spite of suffering lack of love, that I would look for you with excellent light of ideal woman, making my heart part of thinking conveniently about changing the eagerness to be loved, for the one to live passionately, until transforming myself in your senses.

Once your senses mine they would not fall into ungrateful neglect, because from my hands to the love of caresses, time before us would remain completely redeemed in an instant, turning into what we should have bloomed.

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haste and tenderness
premura y ternura

Stepping is governed by calm, and haste, meanwhile your kisses are likewise; they become haste of soul, which gets anxious to kiss you in a hurry or, slowly approaches your lips to venture into tenderness if that is the case.

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From my heart
Desde mi ser

I have not put my faith in any love, nor have I even implied to have effortlessly overcome pain in hard times; to laugh at them and, thus make people believe that I have become someone celebrated as a missing angel on this earth.

If I offer you peace, it is not because my blood in fever of passion cannot take you over without possessing your desires little by into dawn. No, not at all, I speak to you from my heart that, in these expressions, I know you in love one more time.

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In souls
En las almas

In expressed love, nothing is enough for me to feel loved, unless our hands, being a union of superhuman warmth, feel what it is to live in souls together, one in the other without being able to walk apart.

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A little girl
Una niña

Murmurous wind, walking around vegetation already caresses a trembling leaf as it also does with a little girl's heart in what everything is in her; she is smiling cheerful and spontaneously.

She longs for love, because she knows that love will not snatch to deprive nor will leave whoever she gets it from in poverty. If such a thing were the case it would mean waiting for weeping to come and assault her.

But a windstorm came suddenly and, thus this mental landscape was born making all plant life seem to be blown away. Since then she runs the instant she hears that there is a frightening motive within love which she should escape, just when its murmur softly goes by. 

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Dear book
Libro querido


Take me to the very heart of feeling, and to the turn of your pages dear book, wait patient for me to try my luck to throw me excited with you to the adventure of each exquisite narration.

Within the beautiful soul of the one who wrote it with great passion. And, if the feeling takes an intense course in the heart, don't be concerned, that I have approached you with intention of being conquered.

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This heart with your affection
Este corazón con tu cariño

I looked through time, me gathered in this heart with your affection, remembering how among so many emotional outbursts, you made yourself my charm in my solitude, because at that time among us there was nothing hidden, not even words were charged to admire, what your love knew in giving perfectly without words.

Truth is; reality in zeal of its power became greater, when in humble desire I begged to be allowed to give you everything that had been treasured in love, even with indiscretion I asked to be loved in the way some people say perfectly well; those who believe, in fleeting loves.

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Pasión celestial
Heavenly passion

If it were not the case that I know, that you are consolation from an eternal memory to which my heart embraces, I keep loving you, without a doubt, because in this memory, words of tenderness do not get cold.

Well, my birth was not a random circumstance but heavenly passion, to see my wings grow and spread in order to cast a shadow on this world enthroned with pride seeking only what is yours.  

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 Sencillas palabras

Simple words

I made war on you and, you continued to show, in my iron disbelief, the benevolent act of clothing me with fraternity. The joy of seeing me celebrated as a partaker of those who have erased your beloved name, made me feel privileged and drunk with the credit on merciless men.

But with sobriety, in simple words of the poor you instilled a heart that did not make me doubt the power with which you make the blind look and, the deaf listen to the most beautiful melodies of their own soul, when they joyfully discover who has visited their heart with an invitation to wake up.

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Inocencia
Innocense

In your infantile love I knew helplessness of seeing myself capable, but without initiative to raise my voice and profane the heaven granted to you and, hidden in me, because I didn't keep my inner child within and I considered it lost when innocence age was over. 

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Te quiero con amor
I want you with love

I want you with love, and your heart will certainly ask what it is like to want like this, and so when you finish saying that, I will plant the warmth of my hands in yours, so they are joined aiming at my mouth, I will hear you say all over again, after a passionate kiss;

"wanting with love is this, me living to be a heartbeat, and you being language nested in the exaltation of consecrated love."

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Mi alegría
My joy

You are the cause of my joy, know this, before judging an outburst of apparent wordiness to nothingness; I never waged battle with time, to win it over its passage what it wanted to erase from my memory, knowing that I loved you with all my existence.

How could I, if in destiny, your written name gave light to faith that smiled at me and, guided your steps toward me for me to sleep at sunset and, wake up in the dawn of your tender arms.

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Revelación
Revelation

Peace of my soul dwells in you so when it looks at you, my heart's uncertainties guarded in your love, give my torturing moments of being nobody, the exaltation of your eyes' brightness as a blessed revelation.

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  Todos los poemas 

All poems

Now it is too late, in this interval of life, to take only what would be good from the disagreement with those who laughed with me.

My own feelings are also broken in the stranger's drama, who throwing himself into hope, seeks to laugh at his first childish longing.

The solitudes, silence abysses, so jealous of some hearts to be able to hear a passionate voice, became much deeper to prevent from remembering that all the poems on the moon gather to love, without asking whose arms are their love words aiming at so they turn out to be emotional.

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Secreto mío
My secret

It is already occasion to lessen the long step that, it is not the same to feel arriving than seeing the light when walking, the spirit knows how to walk I only know how to stumble in this body, be your astonishment how you see me fall, but my secret on you not to know how I stand back up.

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Cada abril
Every april

I don't know when the timbre of your voice, got mixed with the murmur of a breeze which in each April flower, when moving softly, enchants me with your figure tight fitted in flower sensually, until it all makes me lose sanity in words.

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Mi locura
 My madness

I don't want it to be a secret, look at the sand of the sea, how it has made me walk after your nonstop love footprints. Your sand-covered back remained in love with a warm sun and, in such an ecstasy I saw you behaved accordingly.

Among the waves, your drawn figure, the kingdom of my madness was established when I see you splashing and, submerging, to impose another search morning on my heart, in spite of insistent reason before me of having my senses lost, for a short-lived love that I missed.

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Una voz
One voice

With a voice that is not mine, the heart that I carry continues to trust what it continues to hear from her.

Her words are brief, but as they speak they turn out to be a song, with which my soul smiles because of her long-awaited love.

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Sueños
Dreams

I lose the cover-up to not look like an angel in your sunset, which blinds daytime lights but turns on night with your impressive love.

I smile and, I trust my ordinary appearance, but in your eyes in love I remain reflected as the being that has escaped your dreams.

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Libre
Free

While each one feels free in his own way, I take it for granted that my feet continue to drag chains, because nothing can be heavier for the spirit than feeling harassed by his own underrated power.

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Fulgor angelical
Angelical glow

To your love my soul learned to be faithful, and with your smile, every day I fell more in love with you, giving my face complexion an angelic glow whose surprised eyes have opened due to this light, to begin to leave this dark desert. 

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Enloquecido
crazed

It is afternoon, I am back, I have let your footsteps keep me company all the way back home, they got stealthily apart months before, towards a destiny to which later, crazed I would not find track to follow.

Your absence led me to feel captive, turn my face towards the walls, ask them where you have gone, my remaining strength unworthy of crying has disappeared.

And, upon the cry of your name, the heartbeat of a shaken wind asks the top of a tree, leaning against my window, for a prayer, this tree thanks heaven with a wide open stare, for having been saved from suffering like a chained soul. 

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Aquel hombre
 That man

You have asked me in a strange way where I left the one you used to know, that man whose speech came from heartbeats and not, as now you think, from a voice coming from far away, where his withered facial traits are all strange to you.

My eyes, so ready to fall into admiration, have looked at you embarrassedly, and yet with more love, and more perfect care than I had ever imagined, because me, being that man you seek, has just been found by you in the sweet understanding of love.

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 Eres pasión
You are passion

The love with which you look at me, I do not even know if I carry it in despair or, it has moved onto these, my arms, waiting with such a longing, unarmed with no reason; not really, because although you are passion, ardour that takes me over is about knowing the great treasure your heart is. 

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