Monday, March 22, 2010

Homemade Moisturizing Lips



Today I am optimistic, I know I'll
my
Not today or tomorrow or after tomorrow ...

not next month, not next week
. Denying
be alarmist,
today I am happy.
soon will I see you.
In a year, maybe.
Two, maybe ... Announcing
my conquest,
today I am optimistic.
know I'll be with you.
Not today or tomorrow or after tomorrow ...

or when it rains on the contrary,
or when no longer ...
or when you grow old.
Today, I am optimistic, because it is safe
that someday I will die also
.



Jean Machuca

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Nfl Helmet Revolution Speed

Earthquake

you moved my heart.
shook my fears

stole my love betrayed my instincts took me into the abyss

test You put my religion

you moved my heart full of fear I

You made me run away the courage of my feet
Shook my room You took my livelihood

You opened the gates of hell,
and water took them.
Earth shaking with fear
People did not think,
the children screamed,
the floor was moving, buildings swayed
,
houses collapsed.
you moved my heart,
biting my charms.
ground up my delight.
I ran fast,
but could not find my love.
captivate me pain, I smiled
wind.
Earth shivered again.
iron statues fell.
My soul has gone to the sea.
My beloved no longer rests,
you moved my heart.
me out of the living
as the end of a song.
Silence
wave will be the only witness,
you moved my heart.
captivate me pain.

stole my love the day when the earth collapsed.



Jean Machuca
ridiculous

Saturday, February 13, 2010

How To Draw A Car Accident

Optimism February, 14

A date, a passing feeling, pain
unacceptable, February 14.
A consumer system, a compliment creeping
love left to die in flight.
I left on this date could not be otherwise.
left me with the sentence, returning gifts,
and walked away with the other to hold their charms.
A walk in the park, dinner con luz de velas,
a cantar rimas bonitas y soñar con las esquelas,
que hablan puras boberías del amor y sus riquezas
Una fecha ridícula, un sentimiento embustero,
una promesa rota, el catorce de febrero.
¿Qué culpa tenía yo, de no ser lo que esperabas?
¡Hay amor, cuánto dolor me causas!
Y más aún este día, en estas circunstancias...
Buscaré otro amor, una una nueva esperanza,
quizá haya algo para mi, otra alma solitaria.
Una fecha ridícula, un sentimiento traicionero,
una nueva ruta en mi vida, el catorce de febrero.



Jean Machuca