tu habla me enamora

tu espontaneidad me seduce
tu mirada me magnetiza

tus labios enternecen mis cristales

tus imagenes me alivian

tus manos erizan mi piel

destellos de placer al sentir la suavidad de tu piel

mi boca se activa con el roce de tus labios

tu sombra y la mia fusionadas en la oscuridad

amandonos desaforadamente con pasion hasta la eternidad

contornearia tu figura ...

con mis besos programados especialmente para ti

cargados de naturalidad y asi convirtiendome en mortal

vertiginoso y dificil de alcanzar

la distancia me aleja

pero siempre caigo en tu conexion

sos como un pecado

un mal incontrolable

que me lleva a lo mas bajo de los infiernos

ardiendo en el fuego del deseo

quiero que mis imagenes orinicas se vuelvan carnales

que tus retinas me desnuden hasta mi piel quemar

y culminar haciendo el amor

quiero contaminarte con la flor prohibida del mundo terrenal
con arteartearteartearte

Psicosis

the sound of silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

Inspired by René Magritte