Are you going to tell me a secret now?

 I woke up early, awaken from a dream only to soar into another. Maybe it wasn’t a dream, maybe it was your voice, your scent. Are you going to tell me a secret now?

I woke up early, new day with you. I know I was torn, I know I was broken, I know I saw black rock in my eye. Do you think you can save me now?

I woke up early, I stood naked above the world in my high hide. I was focused on the far east, where the sun rises. I felt reborn out of flames. Are you going to give me a new name now? 

I woke up early, from a warm bed with you in it. I felt a soul wanting me. I saw your naked offering, it was unconditional. Are you going to tell me a secret now?

 

Love, again

So many feelings felt, so many spoken words, all those overwhelming smiles... and only one look, only one you, and one me.

In this heat of life, in our beauties of youth… light in the soul, grace in a word, compassion in a scent, and forgiveness of the woman – love from the woman.

And I no longer remain drunk from a white lake of tears in empty hunger for happiness, there’s no more defacing pain snatching the blue out of these eyes, that deep despair in dreams is gone, no more mute cramps in the heart...

I adore your eyes, the way they see, and I… I turn into you ;)

Woman

Every verse, ever written is designed to admire woman’s beauty. Every single feeling, ever felt finds root in a woman’s heart. Every scent, ever imagined, comes from a woman. Everything that is said, even that which lays in the future, completely undreamed, is in a dream of a woman. Every creation ever made, even this entire world has a woman in the middle of it. Every single breath, ever taken is given by a woman. The reason for blossom is not spring, but the smile of a woman. That enchanting force, which holds all cells together, is the love of a woman. Mercy and grace are born in the look of a woman.

Heart of a man is but a nest for a woman’s world; in there a woman claims dominion, even before the sun itself.

We, men, live for a single purpose…

Las islas de Ti

Dreams merge with lives made of flesh. They acquire fabric, body, scents. They’re alive, existing forevermore. In this world, in this life, dreams become that force which drives us, they conquer reality… irrevocably!

Dreaming the same dream with you, only there I find my adoration in divinity; there I meet my true self… inside you, deeply, firmly, completely! Moderation has never been in my vocabulary. When it comes to you, I’m famished and greedy! I want it, I need it all – everything that you have;)

For those who love too much, gamble to lose everything :*