Wedding Love Poems

Wedding Love Poems

Is the poetry of things?
or not her can condense my life?
Yesterday - looking at the last twilight-
I was a MOSS between ruins manchon.

Cities - hollines and revenge poems
the grey filth from the suburbs,
the Office that curved backs,
love poems the head of troubled eyes.

Blood of an arrebol on the hills,
blood on the streets and squares,
pain of broken hearts,
Wedding Love Poems I can hastíos and tears.

A river embraces the arrabal
like a frozen hand tempting in the darkness:
about waters they shame love poems
see the stars.

And the houses that hide the wedding wishes
behind the bright Windows,
while offshore wind wedding poems
It takes a bit of mud every rose.

Far... the mist of the olvidanzas
-thick fumes, broken embankments-,
and the field, the green field!, in that are gasping
the oxen and the sweaty men.

And here am I, sprouted among the ruins
biting only all sorrows,
as if crying were a seed love poems
and I single furrow of the Earth.