Nights

in poetry •  7 years ago 

 cada noche me doy cuenta
que mi cama es una maquina del tiempo
cuando me encuentro a solas
en la que me sumerjo
sin limites ni perjucio
para encontrar esos vicios
como lo eran tus besos
que me hacian alucinar  

 

every night I realize
that my bed is a time machine
when I'm alone
in which I submerge
without limits or perjury
to find those vices
as were your kisses
that made me hallucinate


tu piel erizada con mania
mis manos recorria
y tu cabello como las sietes maravillas
me perdia hasta el otro dia

 

your skin bristling with mania
my hands traveled
and your hair like the seven wonders
I was lost until the other day


al volver me doy cuenta que no es suficiente
por no traerte a mi presente
pero por arte de magia

 

when I return, I realize that it is not enough
for not bringing you to my present
but magically


http://poemame.com/story/noches-4

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