jueves, 27 de septiembre de 2012

Free Love.

I told myself, never again,
love was not the case,
for me. I said "that was
that" and off I went, to
sail the deep blue sea.
I thought to myself,
"that was wonderful,
I've never felt so complete."

I promised myself
to never let another one in;
but here we are. Yes you,
and me. Some call us "mad".
Some think we're crazy
But I like to think they don't know,
what it's like, to be head over heels.

One thing I've learned with age,
is how unfair love can be.
Why must the things we love most,
go ahead and leave us without ease?
I guess it's just how it is.
So glad we can love, so free.

viernes, 7 de septiembre de 2012

Déjame pensarte.

Déjame pensarte,
una vez mas,
y una ves otra,
y déjame insinuar,
que todo anda bien,
que nada nos va a parar.

Déjame pensarte.
En tus curvas,
en tu sonrisa,
en las veces que tu mirada
choca con la mía.
y déjame sentirte,
cerca, "aquí acurrucadita".

Déjame pensarte;
olvidar los problemas,
enfocarnos en lo bueno,
lo apasionado, y
seguir disfrutando,
sin ningún dilema.

Déjame pensarte,
y piensa tu en mi.
Y cuando te des cuenta,
de lo que hemos creado,
déjate ser feliz.

martes, 4 de septiembre de 2012

Eres.

Eres mi sol, mi luna y mis estrellas.
Eres lo que me tiene y me suelta.
Eres aquello que busco sin cesar
pero no he de encontrar
Porque Eres.
Eres esa voz que surge de repente.
Aquel naufragio inerte.
Eres lo que me saca de lo indiferente.
Y no puedo evitar quedarme sonriente.
Eres.
Eres lo que me falta, me complementa.
Eres lo que busco a tientas.
No entiendo como seguiré a cuestas,
Pues seras lo que me menos me convenga.
Eres.

At my Desk Job

It's not easy being creative.
But some of us have to do it.
It's runs through our veins,
this urge to create.
And there's no shame in doing it.

I'd rather spend my life creating
than trying to control this need.
To explore; to see beyond. To be,
uncertain. It ain't easy,
having these words flow,
or the stroke of my brush,
To be born again, in each
tiny creative rush.
I get to create something out of nothing.
I get to feel and breathe, the artistic air.
But I'd rather live with this struggle.
Than sit on your desk, stamping your name
over and over and over again.

And signing your prefix so you feel better about
your sedentary job. Clicking away. Go ahead.
So have your desk, and have your steady income
I'll sit here and watch you regress.
I'd rather stay here and inspire.
And be sure you won't stop this fire.
This is a challenge, to make something beautiful.
out of yourself. Take it.