An Acidic Mango Taste

Your words are a nectar of which I delight myself
Rocking my listens in their sweetness
They flow in me like a tea
To the one thousand perfumes
This beverage is life even
It opens the space by its simple streams
Mingling in my hair
The whisper of the rivers
Meadows of your village
The flavor delicate of the games in love
Let on my language
An acidic mango taste
This beverage gives to my days their color
And its orange flower froth
Makes be born the laughter
On my lips
Your breath is by me in my sleep
When my feet rest
Stuffed of your caresses
When my white skin exhales
The quiet breathing
Of one rainy night
In a corner of this black sky
I believed to see to shine
The lightning of your wet hair
Your love is a crown of jasmine
Every day, its petals distribute The song of the world
Under my lids, at the end of my fingers,
In the bottom of my mouth
It slips in its light.

Words Of Love

Every lie we make,
Each illusion that we create and the love that we fake…
A promise we break, all the mistakes we make
And you tried so hard, struggling,
To get to the top and trying to figure out and rack your head,
To what really works?
It hasn’t been easy,
You’ve swam too far to suddenly stop,
You’re running out of stream and you’re living on hope.
The tide is pulling you to the left, to the right,
Every day and night,
Of course I understood that you got confused,
The music melodies aren’t so black and white,
You wondered how long you had to wait to reach that place…
I was tired of hearing you’re too young or old,
Or you haven’t got that face,
We didn’t take it easy and flow with the words of love.

Love In Those Tears

One memory I have is this a pretty girl with sweet smile seat before me, her hands steadily wiping...the smile from her face, I remember walking down the stairs to her hugging her, comforting her as she touch on my shoulder. I remember the mess of her long brown hair, the muffled sniffling sounds she made in that little rocking chair, I remember sorrow, the weight of heartbreak filling that in a small room, I remember the sympathy I poured over her in attempt to wash the pain away, I remember her wet tears staining her otherwise beautiful face but the sadness all around her.

I knew nothing would ease the pain, but time and a new love...ahead into better times, away from the past, leaving her tears behind. The water meditates to a flow yet wishes for saying how much I loved her.

Divine Kisses

I know when it happened, I know when it was right
My breath stopped in an instant, my heart took a flight
There was not any description to tell, how did I feel
The only one thing I could think of The fact that it was real
It made me feel like I was somewhere else
I no longer thought of only myself, as
I’ve been in another sphere
Only I could think in her rare whisper
Where I’ve been waiting for
With the warmest touch her yearn for more
It was something so special, something so grand
Something that gave without a demand
I wished open the stars at night
For the feelings, I had to reach great heights
When I gave and received hottest heat
This was the especial gift
I did get down on her knees and thanked the heaven above
For I have discovered
This was her best kissed
An effortless kiss, a warm kiss, a tasty tiny kiss
That’s all I desired, it was all I need
It was all I ever reverie, to have her tongue inside my mouth
To touch her lips and share her love, would ever be so luxurious
To have our lips hug,to grasp her in my arms
To have her body next to mine and would accurately divine
Just a kiss, a simple kiss
It was all I ever dreamt
I saw her for a second to hold her in my arms, stand next to her
And think of just being with her
I walked along in the sand with her
To swim the sea with her, drive with her, sleep next to her
I bopped the floor with her,
Cared about her and smiled with her,and
Was travelling in the midnight with her...

Piece Of Glass


Every love story has its own destiny. It’s awful to stop a heart preventing to beat for lover. In the law of love, emotions, feelings, we can call it ‘the crime’…its unforgettable her smile… just so sweet like a flower. So many energies are flowing in her smile…mind blowing. Every beautiful love story ends one day, sooner or later but the remembrances remind in our whole lives as we see the sun rise every morning.

Some pure love story is always for reminded in every corner of our lives, in every bend of our destiny, dreams and imaginations. One day you turn back and you’ll see too many batter fly flying in the sky to ask about your past souvenir and saying good bye for your past love story but yet your life get keep running with every new events of love….cause life is continue.

Love is like a piece of glass, if you hold it too tight it will break in your hands, if you hold it too loose it will fall down and break itself... She broke the spell and showed me who I really was, she has not come, dark clouds are in the sky, the whisper of my heart cried, began to fall. I was still waiting for her but she didn't seem to be coming… No one was coming, I was drowning in a sea of love, I wondered if she thinks about me and I can hear her voice.

Too Late...

You wake up in the morning
And you just see what the last dream was about?
The person I saw in my last dream was certainly one reflection of my past love…
I saw her in my dreams,
I was drowning in a sea of love I pretend,
I was like a shadow in her sight.
I felt confidence and pride,
That I could touch and catch her heart.
I worried but in the end of the day
I understood that we’ll part away,
I tried to say everything through my soul that
I dreamed of her heart,
Tried to recall her own heart but it became too late...

The Relationship...

I think I do learn to be practical, practice materialism, grab the best things of the world in the palms of her rough hands, after all who knows what will happen tomorrow, I ask myself. And I ask, how many people are really happy, how many at peace with themselves, how many can know the real value of life if there’s no any understanding about sensitivity... She always asked me if I love her and she used to tell me that "Don't fear when you love me but you can't love me when you fear". Sometimes I think the images of her vision and deep thoughts became larger than life that I can’t reach there. But I still feel that I don't want to do anything because I have to, but because I wanted to do it and I was happy doing it from the heart because I loved her. And it has nothing to do with my express less sensitivity. I felt deep and deep that I loved her so much and I couldn’t hide it even though if I wanted to because it was something very pure sound of soul that I couldn’t hide.

As a human being I take a relationship so seriously as a sensitive person with best of my abilities, I don’t promote either the ideal that a ‘relationship is forever’. I am not for a relationship that has to be permanent, because there are certain relationships that should not remain. No fault of the girl or the boy, but they are better off without it. But I do believe that if there is an inherent strong bonding between two people and I’m not using the word ‘love’ intentionally, then the chances of the relationship working are better, perhaps. There will be times, when things will go haywire but the prevailing factor is the strong bonding. Yes, I just do remember that the whole memories of falling in love are so beautiful but I am still quite inside in that.

My Destination Is You…

Drip top eyes with
That could be fatale in her regards
Don’t look me in these killing eyes please
I’ll be die with my shyness
Because I do feel the love in your eyes
I do feel warmth in your breathe
I do feel life in your sublime smile
Please hug me once again
I’m in the trouble of heart breaking
Drunken from your lovely voice
Please don’t let me in the middle of empty road
Because my destination is you…

Smile With You…

Dreaming ray behind your lovely travelling
Here, yet to spread in your pure destiny
Life will be a lovely garden wherever you’ll walk by your foot,
Walking road ahead in the rain beside the corner
Every drops of water will always be smile with you…

I Wish You

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright,
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more,
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive,
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger,
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting,
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess,
I wish you enough best wishes to get you through the final destination with lots of wishes...

Un gout de mangue acide

Tes paroles sont un nectar dont je me délecte
Berçant mon écoute dans leur douceur
Elles coulent en moi comme un thé
Aux mille parfums
Ce breuvage est la vie même
Il ouvre l'espace par ses flots simples
Mêlant dans mes cheveux
Le chuchotement des rivières
Prés de ton village
La saveur délicate des jeux amoureux
Laisse sur ma langue
Un goût de mangue acide
Ce breuvage donne à mes jours leur couleur
Et son écume de fleurs orange
Fait naître le rire
Sur mes lèvres
Ton souffle est auprès de moi dans mon sommeil
Quand mes pieds reposent
Gorgés de tes caresses
Quand ma peau blanche exhale
La respiration calme
D'une nuit pluvieuse
Dans un coin de ce ciel noir
J'ai cru voir briller
L'éclair de tes cheveux mouillés
Ton amour est une couronne de jasmin
Chaque jour, ses pétales diffusent
Le chant du monde
Sous mes paupières, au bout de mes doigts,
Au fond de ma bouche
Il glisse sa lumière.

Mots D'amour

Chaque mensonge que nous faisons,
Chaque illusion que nous créons et l'amour que nous truquons.
Une promesse que nous cassons, toutes les erreurs nous faisons
Et tu as essayé si difficilement, en luttant,
Arriver au sommet et essayer de résoudre et torturer ta tête,
À cela quoi vraiment marcher?
Il n'a pas été facile,
Tu as nagé trop loin pour arrêter soudainement,
Tu sortes de ruisseau en courant et tu vis sur espoir.
La marée que tu tire à gauche, à droite,
Tous les jours et nuit,
Bien sûr je comprenais que tu as été confondus,
Les mélodies de la musique ne sont pas si noir et blanc,
Tu t’es demandé comment long tu dois attendre pour atteindre cette place.
J’étais fatigué de toi entendre, c’est trop jeune ou vieux,
Ou tu n'as pas obtenu ce visage,
Nous ne l'avons pas pris facile et coulés avec les mots d'amour.