Poem IV: Time

Time speaks,
only up to us to listen it.
(The watchmaker's voice is the whisper you hear when you are in silence)

The watch has been underestimated, misunderstood and misused...
so understand that:

every second is an affirmation of the here and now
every minute hides the beauty of the invisible
(focus and you will see it)
every hour is a half truth behind the lie of the moment
every day is an achievement of the future,
that will age in the past
every month is a place of learning and experience
that you did not understand at time,

and every year is the tax to be alive.

Whatever you do you can´t escape of this tax...
until the collector (no one knows who he is) cancel your account.

But if you live your life, second by second
until they turn into a minutes and then become in seconds again,
the tax will not be such... and will be a saving.

So please do not fall into the monotony of counting the hours, days and months...
only appreciates every second and every minute forgetting the rest.

Poem III

Your lips dancing with mine,
your hands lost in my hair,
my tongue playing in a maze of love...

But I open my eyes
and you aren't here,
no one is here...
just the damn reality.

Poem II: Life

I walk in a world I don't recognize,
in love with ladies who disappear,
I, who don't sleep at night to dream awake...

Why we always miss something that we will not have again,
meanwhile we want something we can not get?

Sehnsucht,
yearn for a future.
Saudade,
yearn for a past.

The middle point between these two,
is life.

Poem I

If I find you in my memory,
I will act like I don’t know you.

If you call to book
or knock to reenter
I'll tell you that the rooms
are full.

Time runs.

And it's time to take away
the key I gave you,

and it's time to bring down the hotel
I built for you in my heart,

and it's time to say goodbye
to someone who don’t need it
to leave me.

Thanks for everything,

now

I know that there is no forgetfulness
without memory,
and forgiveness
without pain.