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LOS POEMAS DE NICK

TIRED Tired,friend we want to awaken the guitar so that its song isn't drawned by the silence friends how tired we are how tired Let's go to look for hopes in the flight of the birds to get away from sadness Friend, however tired, we move the rhythm of the wait so that the wait won't be the tomb of memory nor absence. Friend, your will and my will one day they will silence the noise of the voices so that they let our hearts beat. Friend, we are going,tired but not destroyed, to take out the claws against the veils that cover the earth. This way,friend, tired and silent is the evidence of the effort to get out of the sadness... SONG TO MY LIVING SOUL If I could sell my sould to the devil I'm sure I would in exchange for a longer life. Just one day more if I could I'm sure I would Some people say and they're not wrong that life is bitter sweet a little happiness and a lot of pain Devil I don't care let me taste a little more of life even if the day will be sad Devil I don't care give me more life a little more and in exchange I'll give you my precious soul I want to keep on feeling what life gives me: wine to get drunk on for the rest of my eternity Crazy they call me who cares! crazy to grasp life to sofocate death?

WAKE UP When the dawn smiles in a way that the frost turns into the warm ilk of a fig-tree your soul,at last,will bathe in the prairie and shouts to the sun that blinds you I was born to life the the sun will be extinguished and your soul will take its place… UNTITLED When the words don't reach where the feeling doesn't end when things stay inside that the mouth doesn't express, when the soul feels infinite how can I begin to explain that the blood in my heart doesn't stop It's held back on the outside and it stays still whitout wings and they give it words, words that don't heal the loneliness but they try. How can I say that what I want are hands, arms and legs that feel the thorns of the way the morning flowers and above all your hands that so many hands touched and with mine they stayed. And above all your hair, your face and your whole body How can I say that what I want is to love you. You, just you... DREAM For you I was a poet,one night in your arms with you the night became fire between your legs and groans of love for your pairies I loved,love your whole life My arms envelop your waist My hands draw your silohuete, and my mouth sew embers across your face that my kisses had left like water filtering through the earth the proof of my love melted in your soul and like sparks that jump out of the fire I covered you with my kisses. My stare left you naked, I took the secret of your soul