Your way of seeing me Look at me again, Look at me again, And believe me there will be no more verses. On another desolate night, Your look, Remember me to be alive The poet dies tonight These verses expire,
In my nights of delirium,
I do not need more than that shine.
Once again, I ask for it with me.
Innocent and subtle murder,
Renew the silent verse
In the light of the forgotten moon,
I feel the breeze again,
Reviving the muses of the past.
Again I ask you
I refuse not to live to see you,
Inventing the most beautiful paradise
I refuse not to live to see you,
On my way, in my destiny ...
I will deny having lost.
A look...
In death, your look provokes me.
They run half-naked whispers,
Using the verses of a lover,
On the only summer night,
The corridors rustle,
From the last look,
Forgotten in your past ...
Forgetting his past,
Remembering that look
Altar of the lovers,
Remembering that look,
Close celestial meeting ...
Having an end in your look,
These muses expire
Lying on the spot,
Again that space
Where dreams end up,
They die with poetry,
Written full of regret,
Again I ask you
Keep in mind this crazy
In your eyes he will die.
Nice poem. Love it.
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This poem i liked very much. You written of a way beautiful, congratulation.
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