domingo, 21 de febrero de 2010
Veneno
viernes, 19 de febrero de 2010
so far
There’s something poisonous about the way he looks at me. I’m afraid of the desire that I can see so clearly by the way he stares at me. I wonder what kind of thoughts he might be having every time he gets to see me, but immediately I stop myself from falling in the paws of lust and passion. I don’t seek for love, nor do I seek for someone who cares for me neither...
If I had you...
martes, 2 de febrero de 2010
Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
by Christopher Brennan
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tales were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts and flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?
Then seek no, sweet, the ‘if’ and ‘why’
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.