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The lost poem

Poet
found a poem full of love, full of sorrows
was lost on the full moon bringing the soul
full

The poet read the poem
adventurous
pleasant scenes looked a second
dwelt in the letter and then said, "not my gem" The poet lived


poem unloving, no penalties,
no charm or good things

The poet took the poem
furious hands of a foreign life,
folded the sheet, threw him to the curb

Jean Machuca

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That thing called love Come with me

That thing called love I have touched.
has beaten the doors of my dawn
has made my face lighting
with the brightness of a glow.

That, they say it is love,
that everyone wants to dream,
that which shines in the darkness,
that is healthy, pure, and full of goodness,
is what makes me want to hug
to the person you most want to be.


called love That's what takes away the bitterness
and although it brings many sorrows,
is the best cure for pain.
"I suffered the mild and without envy"
That is love ...
That "always trusts, always hopes"
And all suffer without bitterness.

If this is love, then I love you.
I love you and
confess ... I confess that I miss. Strange
contemplate your beauty. Strange
admire your beauty. Strange
know you're close.
Without you, my life is only bitterness.

miss your touch, I will stray
.

miss your smile that made me dream.

I miss you, my love, and I love you;
And I hope that what I say,
not be in vain.
Because the truth in your eyes

and today I was stuck
I must confess that I love.

Prisoner of your charm, your slave
glow
I must say that I'm getting used
to feel that way, they call love.

Jean Machuca (1997)

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How long will you be so ...
gray coloring with the blood of your soul?

The sun will rise at night and the stars
ice cover,
and angels come down from heaven,
so that we can be together.

How long will there ...
day sleeping on the couch, having nightmares
happy moments?

The moon will turn purple on the day of our love,
and the sky will be lit by your eyes.
will open the doors of a sob
will release an army of passions, and disappear
our grudges, and convert
in songs, the Red Sea.


Knowing you, you're scared,
now my words.
judge will believe you because of your bad love.
cease to let me have your quirks, random
let our relationship.

How many nights, you're not sleeping, sighing
in the window, begging for a dream
, uttering a cry
unrestrained moaning ... and groans?

How long are you going to suffer?

The wind caresses
be scarce compared with mine. With a kiss
know my heart, and in one night
see a great future together.
Cities
awaken dormant light up their streets to see us with hugs.
Dinner at the foot of the universe
and split it between you and me.

How many more lives will wait for me?

Jean Machuca