solitaria

When we meet eyes in a crowd

We play hide and go seek

I see you

You see me

And you hide

You go to a place where only I will find you

Where only you and I can be

People are around us

Surrounding us, but not inside our world

It’s a one man game

I am solitaire

I am all the shapes and colors that you want me to be

You put me together and you tear me apart

You’re my all 

My Swan

Her soft tender lips caress my cheek as my hand slowly strokes her back

Her color is so grand

It’s dark and swallows

Swallows you whole, like dark chocolate

With enticing looks, yet trembling lonely results

You’re something special

Like the white florescent light that shines my walk at night

Your eyes are my beam of light

They’re big and bright, just like your heart

Its red and bulging out for me

We move to the beat of your heart,

Thud, thud, thud

We go into the sky

Not dreaming of stars but seeing them in each other

Two sparkling lights surrounded by darkness

We’re not blackholes, but galaxies 

Morena mia

Morena tierna mía

Con tus curvas me envenenas la mente

Flaca alta como un flamenco

Como un cisne celestial tu eres

Mi cuerpo lo haces responder sin mí pedir

Reacciona por si solo sin poder controlarse

Eres mi dulce de leche

Pura,

mescla de blanco, morocha y negra

Tu sangre es ardiente como el aji

Es una sensación cosquillosa al principio besarte

Pero intoxicante al respirar aire

Mi morena linda

No eres mi mundo

Pero mi música

Escucha mi corazón latir

Esa es una de las canciones que tu produces en mi

Morena tierna mía

No quiero ser uno contigo en la cama

Pero quiero ver como tus pechos se levantan y caen al respiran el mismo aire que yo

Ver cada uno de tus cabellos deslizarse de lado a lado al soñar

Mi morena

Eres preciosa. 

pathe

^{The most absurd of absurd has happened before. Whatever knowledge you have has been had by another. Whatever it is that you think you may have has already been had by another. This that I am writing has been written by another; millions years ago, or just a few days past. There’s nothing new. Everything that has been done, will again be done. There is no enlightment. Whatever we do, is out of a vague memory of our ancestors, our elders telling us to do such things. Because of our boast and self-efficient nature, we continue to do as our ancestors and not what they told us to do: be original. The difference we do it in different styles, yet the final outcome is still the same, perdition. The wisdom you think you’re gaining by traveling or discovering the world is just a mix of everyone else’s done-by-generation-outcomes. You don’t need to get out of your sit to discover and obtain wisdom, the most intelligent, brilliant human beings have been people that never stepped out of their house, their room. They were in their own world, they created a new world for them, a world that wouldn’t tamper their individuality. A world, a place where they had to sacrifice the beautiful nature outside to be in their own bright place. Imagination and wisdom were created here, for they developed their own way, they did not go into others paths.} 

^{Create your own path.}