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I don´t know what I want,
I don´t even know what I´m hoping for,
I only know that I am making paths
that go through the emptiness.
I don´t know what I dream
nor even if I have nightmares,
I...
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I would like to keep the promise
of feeling each moment,
of always giving my encouragement
to what I look at,
to what I feel,
to not even lose a minute
in mere distress,
of not being afraid of...
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If the sun
upon kissing the sea
paints it the color of fire
and the burning of its desire
blends the red with the black
and the blue with the dreams,
why don´t you kiss me, my love?.
If the sea...
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The silence made friends with the night,
hugging it
like a brooch
in a piece of cloth.
It told the stars that shined in its neckline
and gently,
one by one,
it began to conceal their glitter...
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May I speak with life, please ?
I need to talk to her out of pure necessity,
to tell her to wait for me
if I arrive late,
she isn ´t to go ahead and leave me behind,
that everybody is looking for...
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It was cold,
a dog barked at the night
and the silence that remained
was still heavy.
It was cold,
and the snow
that was falling
left flowers with thorns.
The black and white
merged
and the...
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Music By Dr Hook
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Heres a virtual movie of the poet John Keats reading his lovely "Ode on Melacholy".
Please try my Dailymotion video websites where you can see the great poets oldtime acoustic blues performers...
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