Poems: You, Soledad Sigh
/ / September 21st, 2008 / / Poetry
If you're reading this, no doubt you're a sensitive human being and love of poetry.
Poets bring us the future full of words, feelings, hopes and dreams that make us better as we discover who we are.
Something profound and beautiful breeds in you. Gladly share words and feelings through my poems.
I hope soon to write them mp3 so that you can listen.
YOU
I want to be the nirvana blue Golden Bough,
that welcomes and protects the flame, the feverish hopes
of beings who are engaged in networks
nostalgia and indifference.
Be the channel for stream and brio, the walking path
ones horizons and play quietly to see go
into the sunset moments born of emotion.
Be your nest, your word, your warmth ...
Found and lost in your corner, being the magician
that causes you to feel, the party always starts
when you adorn and deck me ...
You flower mountain peak high and wild
Forged flower with clean winds and rain
cooler.
Your color and your beauty, not found, nor can
compare.
For the world is full ... as
TU without the world and still be ... YOU.
SOLEDAD
My eye was lost in a strange shadow.
Corners awakened old feelings.
I was sweating so much the heart of nostalgia, I
Sentrim soul ached so.
When apereció tear that escaped me,
not mourn out, I felt like a sea
imprisoned quiet, tired of going and coming.
I felt in this strange journey of disjointed images.
I'm like a blue star, shining alone in a
universe of light was like a sight lost
man feel like a lonely child.
I felt the bitter freshness of my heart burning
suffering.
All my time was grouped in an instant, and my life
strongly diluted in a single and desperate
loneliness.
SIGH
It was like a heartbeat,
I had a sigh.
Quiet and cold,
I let you forget.
Background in surpeficie
left me bitter almond.
It was like a beat of measure,
I was the sigh of your questions,
knew.
Entregastes I just did not know.
Oh but you knew! ...
I stood still and cold.
I stayed in sigh.








The words are not gone with the wind, I was delighted to read your poetry. Dare to put more!. A kiss
pleasant coincidence these words, which serve as inspiration or at least consolation. from here I join this little cry of mind that asks for more and more.