Si te doy un beso en tu mejilla y no se siente como un abrazo entre nosotros
¿para que te daría un beso?
Si te dejo un beso sobre tus labios y no se siente como el calor del sol sobre tu espalda en el frío de la mañana
¿para que te daría un beso?
Si te doy un beso en tu mano y no se siente que yo te esté sosteniendo
¿cual razón haya para darte un beso?
Si te beso en tu frente y no se siente que yo te estuviera cubriendo con un manto de seguridad y amor
no veo porque besarte
Porque los besos que te doy no son para mi, sino para ti
No te los doy para que me regales tu amor
no te los doy para que me los regreses
Te los doy para que entiendas lo que siento por ti
porque explican mas allá de mis palabras
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
The Dance
Words are one path in a grove of endless trails.
Sometimes I choose to walk it, sometimes I choose another.
Silence, gaze, breathing, music, singing, writing, listening, touch, and dance.
Or perhaps all of these are dances.
In which we entangle ourselves together
close
apart
touch
not touch
we pull each other in,
warm breath caressing our necks
lips close
cheeks brush
sweet scent of spring and ocean filling the air
like vapor
and honey
hands clasped
push
pull
spinning and twirling
eyes meet
back against back
you follow me
I follow you
togetherness
separateness
It is the dance
Life
We are dancing together
apart
feel me
feel you
heal me
heal you
The dance is a window into your beauty, of which I want the whole world
to see
阳光
Sometimes I choose to walk it, sometimes I choose another.
Silence, gaze, breathing, music, singing, writing, listening, touch, and dance.
Or perhaps all of these are dances.
In which we entangle ourselves together
close
apart
touch
not touch
we pull each other in,
warm breath caressing our necks
lips close
cheeks brush
sweet scent of spring and ocean filling the air
like vapor
and honey
hands clasped
push
pull
spinning and twirling
eyes meet
back against back
you follow me
I follow you
togetherness
separateness
It is the dance
Life
We are dancing together
apart
feel me
feel you
heal me
heal you
The dance is a window into your beauty, of which I want the whole world
to see
阳光
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Too Much Rain
After the rain the flowers open again
After the rain the sun spreads warmth like butter on toast
After the rain the dew drops fall like sweet honey
After the rain the ocean in the sky is seen with its great cloudy waves
After the rain the stars peer out to pour light like hot milk from an endless pitcher
After the rain we will see each other clearly
After the rain is growth and life
All this after the rain
when will the rain stop?
when will the rain stop?
or will we stop the rain?
-阳光
After the rain the sun spreads warmth like butter on toast
After the rain the dew drops fall like sweet honey
After the rain the ocean in the sky is seen with its great cloudy waves
After the rain the stars peer out to pour light like hot milk from an endless pitcher
After the rain we will see each other clearly
After the rain is growth and life
All this after the rain
when will the rain stop?
when will the rain stop?
or will we stop the rain?
-阳光
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