A small finchA small finch,It sings happily,It smiles to the passersby,Who listen to it tenderly,It's you my small finch,I like to hear you whistle,The merry heart,The soul full of spirit,That fills me of joy,To hear your voice,Singing fa si la,Embellishing my weary,You make happy,Whoever is beside you,This time,It was me,I had to leave this soft place,From where I was hearing you sing,And bringing gaiety,To my strayed soul.
WeaponYour body is a weapon,A weapon of destruction for my heart.You're in pain I know,You have given your heart again to stop the pain.You cry your pain,How can I relieve you?Why do I only do things that make you sad?My poet soul is sad because his muse is no longer.My tears flow like a torrent on my pen.They go down these slopes as time has buried our bruised hearts.One thing is sureI could never forget you.I could not forget your sweetness,Your kindness,Your face who alone can break the shadows.Your voice sounds like the softer music to my ears.I will not send you this poem. I love you.You don't want to make me suffer.You are too kind.Sorry to remind you that I suffer every day for you.I am terrible!My heart is hurt,Very badly.It undergoes a war that has lasted too long.The truces are all too short.And why?I always wonder ...
First kissFirst kissAn intense look,An extreme feeling,Heart tightens,Nothing matters anymore,Happiness without cloud,The beats are being heard,The lips are touching,The beings merge,It is paradise,In my memory is written,This so magnificent time,This ideal so perfect.
IdiotIdiotThis word does not sound so wrong,But it should be seen,Like a note of hope.There is the idiot dreamer,That he's not afraid,To be seen like an outsider.There is the idiot by reason,He's always right,Even if sometimes he loses his reason.There is the simply idiot,Who does not understand,That he's treated like that.And there is the false idiot,The most dangerous,Because it can turn you idiotic.To finish.To be idiotic,It's not so bad,It's like belonging to a club,Where nobody understands the other,A little like the government.
I am touchedI am touched,Nobody never touched me so much with wordsEverything oppose us and yet,Love is born.For the sceptics of the netFor the fearful and maliciousFor those who still believe that a child is a being devoid of any reasonFor those who believe that difference is a problemFor those who do not believe in the power of the heartMe I believe it!The society sees evil everywhere.A free love and passion,For her cannot exist.Yet my heart does not lie.To this beautiful unknown who cameOut of the night,Seeing the darkest shadows of her mindThanks to meThis kind of behaviour cannot exist.Here reign that hatred and lust.They talk about the power of weaponsBut they will neverReach the power of words that comfort.I cannot resolve myself to leave herFrom my mindFrom my mouthFrom my heartFrom my bodyWhile I sing this happinessThat she gives me being happy herself.I expect her every dayI could not live without herShe believes in meMore than anyone else.I believe in h
DollDollinanimate body,Taking life,Under the hands of the craftsman,Then chosen by the child,Who gives her a heart,Who would never separate,Then time passes,And from the shelf,Where she proudly throne,She observes,The child grow,Then one day,It will descend of this podiumWhere for a time,She had a shape,She had a heart,She had a goal.
The saintIs it a myth?Or is it someone?Someone who loves,Someone who cares,Someone who feels,Feeling his life,Knowing right from wrong,Doing every bit,To help others,To help himself,He radiates happiness,Kindness,Love,He transmit,Everything he is,Everything he has.
Vacillating flameIn the light of a candle,I only see your face,The light that pledges,To ever love you ,To ever cherish you.This candle enlightens us both,So that you too can,Observe my light part,That pledges,To ever love me ,To ever cherish me.This flame is fragile,It's falteringWith each breath,Iridescent,With each doubt,She declines,When everyone takes his way.It will shut down,If the breath,mixed in doubtAnd the road,Separates us.
AnitaAnitaIt's a beautiful name,It sounds like an angel,A little star powder,And you're going,Where?I do not know,But I know it will be good,Maybe the place,Is visible only to you,Will you show me the way?When you're not there,I think of you,I meet with you in dreams,You that I especially like,You're there for me,You've a great goodness of soul,I'll see you soon,Out of my dreams,And running towards me.