Those beats that flow from the skin exorcise banned carols a sigh And the stars guide us to Bethlehem the chosen people. In poverty and misery when the world was at war There's the boy!, newborn which a virgin conceived without sin ... Oh God you bring the reason of being a religion! Oh you who gives us a day to reflect, a date to give, to love, to deliver!. But who narrates this story? God himself is the figure, created the "Child" newborn, Who was the one! ... baldness in life are the exploits, of who came to remove the human hunger and poverty. Who could it be but he who do not need a sword, only word captive; The world is in sin, in the eyes of the blind sustained to the moral bankruptcy and the original man, religions justify born to life, with its "Birth" argue maintaining the civilized world humanized containing the narrowness of mind ... Other
at this time only think about giving. Your Jesus who gives us the day our daily bread. Slain by the daggers accurate, wake up and give life to those who come to these lands. I'm glad that all this thinking this sustained by those who believe in Christmas in the blessed spirit of charity, in which the stars can shine in a sky ecliptic, in the days of wishes for peace in which we love. is your birth gives life to humanity it is believed that this loss is a great feeling truth. "In simple words I wish you a Merry Christmas"
Behind the windows behind breaths life behind your beauty my hands are due immaculate skin stroking and blessed, but it is not nothing
... Carrion birds are waiting end of this year, running in summer meadows away my deception. Yes, I watch and I understand I have encountered many times and since the same coat, soil rocks have been lifted bringing him vertigo . He died this year, blossomed and loved growing up like grass in the desert ... the distance you hear the symphony of lost to goose bumps and captive the senses ... If you shed tears and laughter for you with blood on his face I kneel at your feet, give me rites! anointing my head with oil blessed the cross ... Rediscover my clumsiness But who is behind or under rocks? If silence awaiting the memory who lost you ignored and once loved. will never touch the skin at dawn ...
Behind My Genesis Taboo is your look,
a forbidden desire
and there is nothing you
You hide in corridors.
between letters and choruses I
prisoner of thoughts
only think of letters not
wrote the letters that send,
feelings I kept
and drowned in my
for being banned.
faults in two sets of clothes
to social morality that burns everything
absorbing pleasure.
black birds come as
gulls lurk in the sea ...
Deep is the heart captive
taboo in your mouth, your death
causing what other
not fired if the heart is wood of the tree that Judas hung
, burns in mystery.
Hundreds of miles I carried into exile
And you do not know who I am?
I will tell you:
He who comes to life, the taboo of the final cycle,
the bird perches, which
anguish in prison litanies ...
Locked in the dark and every time I think
hidden in the shadows
My taboo are you, who fills me with peace
and I'm not happy ...
As a man who defies the holy trinity, eternity looking attempt back to top of the world
being safi; Seeking the genesis of life that covers me with his cloak; in the beginning heaven and earth yielding to the feet and the ashes merge creating the epic of the breath of life and joy that mixed in existence ... seek something more than just symbolism, that a religious belief. not deny, no communion, but marked the stigmas that I see in the image, even if the dreams and visions confused. I am looking comfortable with that
For something more than a passing, a love, a perfect existence; in my look rather than a response! But the same moon that comes to my window secret enigma brings irremediable captivating and frantically returns to my tranquility, passivity that leaves your body to quench my thirst for life and desire accomplished. Return to the death and life that still is agonizing and dark. too much you've kissed, you abolished my desire, A spell of questions that threw against me bring my experiences there and fleeting memories fill my start smile to your strokes you give me need to exorcise ... But there will be more than a secret fear and dread
informed. The astonishment haunts me and his eyes watching me drift. And what else is there now, if the angels and preachers not up to me I hide in tribulations ... 'm the one who preaches among the beasts of the flesh, which lies between the letters, the wandering in the city, which waiver paradise. But I and others sobbing before God father because I think, but I'm not blind to other responses There have been times when I cried, there have been times that I have not been heard!, That he is at my right hand just in the right place is the father I am the beloved son that evolves over time and in the not too distant future I'll be singing the prophetic. Detached of earthly and carnal pleasures these days look for my sins stealthy to return to genesis of life, I will stick in you and I'll cover this time to survive, to say, to keep and return to be ... PDTA: Rewrite after been hospitalized this week happened this writing is my reunion with life ...
