The weapon that I gave you, soon used
The weapon you di soon used
to hurt me to treason and cold-blooded.
Today you claim the weapon again me,
and the heart that her you clavaste.
If in your power and force entrusted,
from now on he distrusts:
was my love which you allowed
succeed in the battle in which you triunfaste.
Although still the blood from the side it mane
where the cutting edge dented your recklessness,
the time is now over your reign.
Made to the gestures of violence,
with your bad habit beware:
you only you no hieras in my absence.
30 Mart 2012 Cuma
25 Mart 2012 Pazar
Today flight to the city in love
Today flight to the city in love
Today I return to the city in love
where one day the gods I envidiaron.
Its high towers, which for me shone,
pavesa are only dismantled.
From what I remember, there is nothing:
squares, streets, corners were deleted.
The Myrtle and the acanthus tricked me,
He misled me the heart of granada.
How could shut up so fast
the rumor of hidden water and easy to nest,
his song of tall tree and green breeze.
Where he could lose so much noise,
so much love, so much love, so much laughter
so Bell as it has been lost.
Today I return to the city in love
where one day the gods I envidiaron.
Its high towers, which for me shone,
pavesa are only dismantled.
From what I remember, there is nothing:
squares, streets, corners were deleted.
The Myrtle and the acanthus tricked me,
He misled me the heart of granada.
How could shut up so fast
the rumor of hidden water and easy to nest,
his song of tall tree and green breeze.
Where he could lose so much noise,
so much love, so much love, so much laughter
so Bell as it has been lost.
20 Mart 2012 Salı
I'll make you happy suffer so much
I'll make you happy suffer so much
I will make you happy. You suffer so much
that you put you my name to the sadness.
Poorly contrasted, in your balance begins
the caress worth less than crying.
How much going to enrich me and how much
you're going to embarrass your poverty
When learn alone what beauty
It is the bitter side of the charm.
To be as happy as I have been,
He kisses the spina, trembles before the rose,
bless with the stricken lip,
you play integer against anything.
I integer I played. I already lost.
See if my revenge is generous.
I will make you happy. You suffer so much
that you put you my name to the sadness.
Poorly contrasted, in your balance begins
the caress worth less than crying.
How much going to enrich me and how much
you're going to embarrass your poverty
When learn alone what beauty
It is the bitter side of the charm.
To be as happy as I have been,
He kisses the spina, trembles before the rose,
bless with the stricken lip,
you play integer against anything.
I integer I played. I already lost.
See if my revenge is generous.
16 Mart 2012 Cuma
12 Mart 2012 Pazartesi
The married infidel
The married infidel
And that I I took to the River believing it to be mozuela,
but I had a husband.
It was the night of Santiago and almost for commitment.
Faded lanterns and lit the crickets.
In the last few corners I touched her breasts asleep,
and they opened suddenly as jancitos ramos.
The starch of his skirt sounded in the ear
as a piece of silk torn by ten knives.
And that I I took to the River believing it to be mozuela,
but I had a husband.
It was the night of Santiago and almost for commitment.
Faded lanterns and lit the crickets.
In the last few corners I touched her breasts asleep,
and they opened suddenly as jancitos ramos.
The starch of his skirt sounded in the ear
as a piece of silk torn by ten knives.
8 Mart 2012 Perşembe
Romance sonambulo
Romance sonambulo
Green, I love green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship on the sea
and the horse in the mountains.
The shadow in the waist
she dreams of his railing,
Green meat, green hair,
with cold silver eyes.
Green, I love green
Under the Gypsy Moon,
things are looking
and she can not watch them.
Verde que te quiero green.
Great stars of frost
they come with the shadow fish
that opens the road to dawn.
La higuera rubbed his wind
with the sandpaper of its branches,
and del monte, cat
You Hedgehog their sour pitas.
Green, I love green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship on the sea
and the horse in the mountains.
The shadow in the waist
she dreams of his railing,
Green meat, green hair,
with cold silver eyes.
Green, I love green
Under the Gypsy Moon,
things are looking
and she can not watch them.
Verde que te quiero green.
Great stars of frost
they come with the shadow fish
that opens the road to dawn.
La higuera rubbed his wind
with the sandpaper of its branches,
and del monte, cat
You Hedgehog their sour pitas.
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