Candles and Champagne
Debt I owe my last time, my smiles away,
my forgotten memories.
Will those moments had no joy or happiness
last no more than this? You owe
contained caresses,
resentment, repeated words.
On that sad that I have not mastered
born fear of reliving the dream.
Put on my account the penalties that my pride has caused you;
firm for wanting to be more like I've only made you cry.
shoulders thrown on your problems, you owe
overcomes any barrier strength. Listen
. Look well within my silence
because my eyes will see only what I feel.
I owe the joy, love, my life and so much more ...
To you and me I still owe you more. Chronicle
Kiss
My eyes caress you slowly, gently,
and stop at the cornices
of your soul, my shed.
A force envelope retains us,
no time, gently, kissing
spirits
become the ecstasy of the vibrating face to face. Our lips silent
not bite,
not rub, do not come close. The
innocent bodies do not include the souls who love each other a kiss.
Suddenly, the urgency of the skin breaks,
undertake hands crossed paths, born
carnal kiss melts ... we
But that's another kiss and another story.
Fallacy
cruelly not lie, do not lie
mercifully
do not lie as a pretext,
do not lie with foundation.
not lie to me crazy, do not lie quietly
,
do not lie with grace,
do not lie in disgrace.
not lie to provoke.
not lie to me to despise.
not lie to me at dawn,
do not lie because it obscures.
And do not think that I become jealous
demanding:
never lied to you,
never will again!
non
Dreams Dream
adolescent love surrounded by fiery eternity
love the old dreams
shaped by loneliness. Dream
child soldiers pushing
love of destiny dreams
love embraced the dictator
little quirks. Dream
the worker makes his love
while hope your love dreams
pattern calculating their bonanza.
And so the poet dreams of romances
recreating idyllic;
but which are not his own,
not even those who invents.
And then, awake, awake;
not grieve or rejoice.
And only their own dreams
rhyme when other eyes light up his poem
My Cold Poetry
What I tell you, cold Poetry, my sweet agony
in your presence, if you mean by love
melancholy
if you ask for solitude to your essence?
When I show you still look
my desire to blow your in my desire, if you see your metaphors
worn
if you just look at your nostalgia?
Poetry
honey, my cold
Poetry. Aesthetic
agony. Poetry
paper!
love and disdain
It picks up the knife on your wall of heaven poisoned, disregard
snow and repeated scenes
crazed actor traced.
routine is the routine evil
dagger.
It is abnormal to fall against the horizontal.
My insides just sharpen your disdain snow. Your silver thorn
again climbs vertical distances. And your contempt
hook
merciless lashes in your scene repeated
against my love resignation.
And I'm not feeling, as if only
see you through your routine mad vertical
my shadow, I find the love
choppy, and repeated
as immortal as your hook knife,
as loved and suffered . Catharsis
Weak sonnet spoiled, metaphor
dry a tear, you
rhyme
side falls into the abyss of verse ending. Poor
sonnet huddled
symbol of a soul in the flesh, dying your own pace
collapsed.
solitude in the silence you recite. Sterile
sonnet off, your lyrics and not
crackle
not lend warmth to the dream. Wrinkled
love sonnet
the spoils of your meter
only indicate that love is my poem resigned.
Mathematical and geometric
back to being whole and sound
want Since you want, they become happy
decimal
my unit is only desire. And I'm
tangent that touches you, you
bisector divides a vector
among your roses,
subtrahend you requested.
'm the root of the nth power
kiss I gave you,
a polynomial of emergency, a subset
you. I
compass around your mouth,
am the arch of your eyes, I'm
short rope to the radio in your will.
back to being whole and sound
may be zero.
Sanity can not harm me,
if and only if, the recovery and do not miss.
Homenaje a Alfonsina Storni
Those waves that rock the girl you were with each wave
elevate your reflection in their hair.
tide languishes on the bank of your plants and steals
sands imitate
before frost. Wrongful
irony of the pen:
Travelling from the sky to the sea bottom,
to record in the bed tenderness,
for forget to fly.
The girl you were recited in the wind
and sleeps in the tide.
Learn-Tribute to Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
will return the swift hummingbirds nest in your brand new pergola,
and again, like arrows shooting
celestial ring.
But those who repressed the sigh
shuffled our eyes look,
those who witnessed our dreams,
those ... never again!
will return the lovely roses in your garden to utter silence
and again in spring, even more beautiful, colorful dreams
displayed.
But those stars whose background we used enamel paint
clarifying until dawn ...
those ... never again!
passion will return to your senses
start the warm caresses, your skin will host
other dreams, perhaps
love.
But among birds and flowers,
between heaven and goodness
but God I have loved you!
And you never love!
Candles and Mario Daniel Champagne Houses
mariodcasas@hotmail.com
Debt I owe my last time, my smiles away,
my forgotten memories.
Will those moments had no joy or happiness
last no more than this? You owe
contained caresses,
resentment, repeated words.
On that sad that I have not mastered
born fear of reliving the dream.
Put on my account the penalties that my pride has caused you;
firm for wanting to be more like I've only made you cry.
shoulders thrown on your problems, you owe
overcomes any barrier strength. Listen
. Look well within my silence
because my eyes will see only what I feel.
I owe the joy, love, my life and so much more ...
To you and me I still owe you more. Chronicle
Kiss
My eyes caress you slowly, gently,
and stop at the cornices
of your soul, my shed.
A force envelope retains us,
no time, gently, kissing
spirits
become the ecstasy of the vibrating face to face. Our lips silent
not bite,
not rub, do not come close. The
innocent bodies do not include the souls who love each other a kiss.
Suddenly, the urgency of the skin breaks,
undertake hands crossed paths, born
carnal kiss melts ... we
But that's another kiss and another story.
Fallacy
cruelly not lie, do not lie
mercifully
do not lie as a pretext,
do not lie with foundation.
not lie to me crazy, do not lie quietly
,
do not lie with grace,
do not lie in disgrace.
not lie to provoke.
not lie to me to despise.
not lie to me at dawn,
do not lie because it obscures.
And do not think that I become jealous
demanding:
never lied to you,
never will again!
non
Dreams Dream
adolescent love surrounded by fiery eternity
love the old dreams
shaped by loneliness. Dream
child soldiers pushing
love of destiny dreams
love embraced the dictator
little quirks. Dream
the worker makes his love
while hope your love dreams
pattern calculating their bonanza.
And so the poet dreams of romances
recreating idyllic;
but which are not his own,
not even those who invents.
And then, awake, awake;
not grieve or rejoice.
And only their own dreams
rhyme when other eyes light up his poem
My Cold Poetry
What I tell you, cold Poetry, my sweet agony
in your presence, if you mean by love
melancholy
if you ask for solitude to your essence?
When I show you still look
my desire to blow your in my desire, if you see your metaphors
worn
if you just look at your nostalgia?
Poetry
honey, my cold
Poetry. Aesthetic
agony. Poetry
paper!
love and disdain
It picks up the knife on your wall of heaven poisoned, disregard
snow and repeated scenes
crazed actor traced.
routine is the routine evil
dagger.
It is abnormal to fall against the horizontal.
My insides just sharpen your disdain snow. Your silver thorn
again climbs vertical distances. And your contempt
hook
merciless lashes in your scene repeated
against my love resignation.
And I'm not feeling, as if only
see you through your routine mad vertical
my shadow, I find the love
choppy, and repeated
as immortal as your hook knife,
as loved and suffered . Catharsis
Weak sonnet spoiled, metaphor
dry a tear, you
rhyme
side falls into the abyss of verse ending. Poor
sonnet huddled
symbol of a soul in the flesh, dying your own pace
collapsed.
solitude in the silence you recite. Sterile
sonnet off, your lyrics and not
crackle
not lend warmth to the dream. Wrinkled
love sonnet
the spoils of your meter
only indicate that love is my poem resigned.
Mathematical and geometric
back to being whole and sound
want Since you want, they become happy
decimal
my unit is only desire. And I'm
tangent that touches you, you
bisector divides a vector
among your roses,
subtrahend you requested.
'm the root of the nth power
kiss I gave you,
a polynomial of emergency, a subset
you. I
compass around your mouth,
am the arch of your eyes, I'm
short rope to the radio in your will.
back to being whole and sound
may be zero.
Sanity can not harm me,
if and only if, the recovery and do not miss.
Homenaje a Alfonsina Storni
Those waves that rock the girl you were with each wave
elevate your reflection in their hair.
tide languishes on the bank of your plants and steals
sands imitate
before frost. Wrongful
irony of the pen:
Travelling from the sky to the sea bottom,
to record in the bed tenderness,
for forget to fly.
The girl you were recited in the wind
and sleeps in the tide.
Learn-Tribute to Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
will return the swift hummingbirds nest in your brand new pergola,
and again, like arrows shooting
celestial ring.
But those who repressed the sigh
shuffled our eyes look,
those who witnessed our dreams,
those ... never again!
will return the lovely roses in your garden to utter silence
and again in spring, even more beautiful, colorful dreams
displayed.
But those stars whose background we used enamel paint
clarifying until dawn ...
those ... never again!
passion will return to your senses
start the warm caresses, your skin will host
other dreams, perhaps
love.
But among birds and flowers,
between heaven and goodness
but God I have loved you!
And you never love!
Candles and Mario Daniel Champagne Houses
mariodcasas@hotmail.com
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