En mi vida he pasado mucho tiempo, frente aun cuaderno, escribiendo cosas de todas clases y naturaleza.......
y he decidido publicar algunas de ellas para aquel que tenga interés en leerla "el que tenga ojos para ver que vea, oídos para oír que oiga"
En el ultimo mes he pasado la mayor parte de mis noches, sin poder dormir, porque cada noche un espíritu, de mi felicidad pasada, me visita en busca de seguridad, esa que no encuentra en los brazos de otro, otro que ahora es su nuevo amor y para recordarme, lo feliz que fui en esos tiempos....... La versión original por supuesto la escribí en español, pero me gusto demasiado la versión en ingles, así que lo deje así.......

My dreams, in your mind, or yours in my soul

the dream clears the reality in the soul, Like inviting to the conscience and seducing the mind, Creating one that in each step dances divine Sinks the heart in the sadness, Or hope flood the horizon. The mind becomes a sunflower, And the decision is as tender branch To are of the fastening wind, While the divine force patient Delay the request. The dream clears the reality in the soul, But it does not become word. Learning to give the wise person learned to have, Living the morning one dies before and living yesterday revive the death;More today the life is decided and the dream clears the reality in the soul,

Because it is today that word becomes.

And I can listen to your smile in silence at night, your sad eyes in my window give benefit to my insomnia, there, from your crystal sphere, beautiful, untouchable, isolated, like jewel exposed in rain, safekeepings jealous in your stroll in the garden of my dreams, where never you are, I do not know if you are, without welcome, without goodbye,
hugs, verses, and kisses.
Your heart is solitary comet In dark and nostalgic night, Watching back the beam returns its mirrors Reflecting that clings To the skin of a world without owner. Flavor to departure light In the waist of Venus and the lips of Orión, Dead and unpunished deities, Cosmic sweepings of a dull past That distributes kisses mortal. Doliente search without term
the dream clears the reality in the soul, That it invades all the universe With a song of astral siren Reaching to Ulises untied.

Mythical piece of firmament, Dull meteor scheme That turns the alive masses tier solitary comets to us That visit and sadden every year the dark and nostalgic night. In the silence of your sky It made song my beat, Until seeing itself turned fire
the dream the reality in the soul grazes, That it caressed your glance with his tail As faithful adornment of your universe, Until the aterido bottom, Guard of your night,
It revealed to the ear its misfortune to him: Your you are only a comet.
What you do there, friend mine? with your throat undone in shouts and the pain caressing your misfortune. What you make friend there mine? my better friend, tired of same you if just you were born yesterday.

The dream clears the reality in the soul,
I feel your hair in all my body,its constant presence,making me feel euphoric martyring my hombría.
I feel your desire I am consumed in sinful thoughts? my life?you have to dream that you do yours to me,
Who has burnt to me with as much love that has broken me the bones and it has sunk to me in silence in where cannot help me? It removes to your hand a little to take it because only I I am here, all have already started off and afternoon it comes near. The brightness of your eyes still gives light, it watches the dark to see your way, there are serpents that set a trap the hand that still drags to you. It sings if you cannot speak, it laughs if you cannot cry, your conscience is clean and often it knows to listen. It forgets the reason friend mine, because you are not about to here to know clearly the mind but by your great love.

The dream clears the reality in the soul, The life remembers, friend mine, the one that waits for you to the distant spot trusting your Angel and very will be hurt if you start off.
Your dream remembers, friend mine, only siéntelo and recuérdalo, because you do not have to close your eyes since he is the unique thing that in you live.
The only thing which in your
hand dies Extraction friend mine, it removes your hand until the navel, only I will extend the arm, only I am and must follow, afternoon one comes near and apparently you do not think irte without my.