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miércoles, 28 de marzo de 2018

Chi sono io?

¿Quién soy yo?
Solo una chica herida
Por un amor nefasto
Y que me realmente dolía.

¿Quién eres tú?
Solo un chico amado,
Escuchado y herido
Y que te lleva el alma.

¿Quiénes somos?
Una pareja que se ama
Porque sus almas
Están juntas y no descansan.

Eso somos ambos
Pero tú no lo sabes
Y aunque lo sospechas,
Nunca me has dicho que me ames.

Adiós amor mío,
Saludos corazón
Y este poema se acaba 
Por esa razón. 

sábado, 24 de marzo de 2018

Sole dopo pioggia.

Sun after rain,
heat after the water
and the burning feels
as if it were tomorrow.

It leads me to think
in a storm
that is going to calm down
like a furious deity.

Sun after rain,
heat after the star
it makes me understand
the peace after the chaos.

It's a cold thought,
Even after the light,
because it's boredom
the one that arrives after that.

But it's a good thing
because the calm arrives,
calm and apathy
after a long process.

Night is coming,
that means rest
of the soul, of the body
and a deep repair.

jueves, 22 de marzo de 2018

Eau

Agua pura, Agua dura
por tu suave color
que me lleva con cordura
a aliviar el dolor.

Agua clara, Agua oscura
¿por qué las dos?
por su belleza
pero sin dulzura.

Agua clara, Agua pura
eres sanación
e indicios claros
de mi cordura.

Agua bella, Agua mía
¿querras siempre sanarme,
aunque yo no lo quiera,
en muchos días?

Adiós agua clara
porque no digo más,
te ofendo pero me alivias
aunque los demás no lo vean.

lunes, 19 de marzo de 2018

Un bel tramonto.

Un bello atardecer
es lo que veo aquí
y es aún más bello
teniendote en mí.

Un bello atardecer
está lleno de colores,
así como tú
quitas todos mis dolores.

Un bello atardecer
es poesía pura,
un bello atardecer
que siempre perdura.

Un bello atardecer
alegra todas las almas
y en otras
al dolor calma.

Un bello atardecer
que significa una cosa:
"Es el fin del día
así como de este poema".

viernes, 16 de marzo de 2018

The beauty

The beauty of you
and my beauty
they are spiritually
only one thing.

You're handsome
as well as perfect
and with my love
I find you millions of defects.

I can find myself
thanks to my love for you,
with your expected love
shine like a thousand.

I'm just a girl
what is waiting for you
because I know one thing:
You are my beloved.

And just like this poem
I write you up here,
you are my beloved
and this is the end.

miércoles, 14 de marzo de 2018

È strano!

It's strange
feel love!
It's more strange
feel it with pain!

It's a total crowd
of all my being!
It's a deep broken
that I could compose!

You are my Everything!
You filled my soul
and all my being
from elbow to elbow.

And with this poem
I make you feel,
and with this writing
it came to the end.

domingo, 11 de marzo de 2018

In love one suffers

In love one suffers,
In love one cries
But well worth
For you now.

Love is bitter,
Love is sweet,
Love is so much
That I can not take charge.

Love is sincere,
Love is cruel
But it's that smile
The one that keeps me faithful.

Love perseveres,
Love lasts
Even if this poem
It's just one.


jueves, 8 de marzo de 2018

The time without you.

El tiempo sin tí
no me hace feliz,
el tiempo sin tí
es como transigir.

El tiempo sin tí
me da mucho pensar
porque pienso en mí misma
y en cómo tú serás.

El tiempo sin tí
es como conocer
la sombra y la duda
que me da miedo,
mucho miedo ver.

El tiempo sin tí
es como el triste fin
de este bello poema
que llega hasta aquí.

martes, 6 de marzo de 2018

A rainy day.

A rainy day for me
it's because you're not here,
a rainy day for me,
because I feel alone without you.

With you I fill with light
and of true color,
You are hope
to relieve me of my great pain.

A rainy day for me
it means immense pain,
strangeness and madness
and nothing of color.

This is the end of the poem
but when writing it
I see that the light comes out
like a beautiful leaf.

viernes, 2 de marzo de 2018

A WEIRD WORLD.

This is a weird world
because everything I've seen,
a strange world
For all that has been.

A really crazy world
for some beings
that of any lucidity
It looks very little.

How will we live
if we continue like this?
sure at the end
We will not see each other here.

And with this criticism,
My good friends,
I say here:
of this poem is the end.

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