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Dear Charlotte
Don't play games with my heart
For mine is half stone
As a snail wrecked on the beach
Full of sand that is slightly
Petrifying inside itself
At least this heart is
Cuddled by waves
Till it is eventually thrown between
Some big stones and
Stays still there
Just for nothing
Out of nothing
May you imagine that after
Few hundreds of years
I child will most likely find
A little piece of this
Cemented broken snail
Have a look at and
Throw it back into the waters
Out of nothing but
A bit of curiosity how and
If the waves will ever bring it back
Among the billions of tiny golden
Granulated relics of once upon a time
Petrifying hearts
A stone heart never dies
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Señor Che, ¿duerme?
No, Paco. Pero dime que pasa
O, Dios... Nada!
Pasa que pasa, compañero. Habla!
Cuenta el dolor que cada
El dia pasada lo pone en las noches
Habla...
Señor, tengo un sueño en mi almohada
Pero un sueño tan estraño
Porque mi almohada
Es llena con el cuarzo
De la arena fina
De Orthents de Sierra Nevada
Vamos a comer nuestras bocas
Vamos a beber el agua de las estrellas
Vamos a mendigar en la Vía Láctea
Vamos a dormir por siempre
Da igual
Tuve un sueño estraño
Ya no lo se si es de buena suerte
U mal
Cry, baby, cry
For both of us know the reason why
Cry, baby, cry
Cause I'm coming
Oh, yes, I'm coming
I'm coming to you
I'll be back home tonight
No hay ni mar ni rio
No hay ningun océano
No hay nada de nada
Solo la arena en mi almohada
Mi padron, por favor, reza al Dios
Pasa que pasa, pero, amigos mios,
Tenenemos que cambiar
Nuesto camino. Este lugar nos ofrece nada
Y ademas, mira el cielo, gran hermano del mar
Los ambos dicen: Vaya con Dios, Paco!
Este mundo no mererce
Ni tu sueño ni tu sangre
Aquí o allí no hay nada mas para luchar
Llora, mi amor, llora
Moja con tus lágrimas la tierra
Un mar ya va a nascer
Entre mi desierto y nuestro lugar
Llora, mi amor, llora...
Esta noche llego en tus brazos
Y nunca mas no vas a llorar
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'I'll build a nest in your hair' / and plant some little trees in your garden / so don't despair // and when the morning is up at your windows / I'll be the musk scent in the breeze blows // your eyes will water the tiny forest / thinking of me hidden in that hairy nest // I'll bring your coffee and my decaf / you'll light a cigarette and I'll cough / for both the trees and on your behalf // cause you are the lyrics of this silly song / don't tell me what's right as I don't know what's wrong
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to Hellena
si c'était pas pour el
je vivrais même pas dans cette
putain de ville
well
don’t focus on this physical limit
aim on a higher level
every time is higher
if you meet a snake and
you change direction
the snake won’t come back after you
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What you can’t find was never there
What you understand is not what you feel
What you see is not what you open your eyes for
What you love is not what you were born into
Missing Madrid like hell
What you dream is not what you’re allowed to
If you steep outside the line you will have them to get you lost
What you ask for is not what they have to give
If you bark at Moon you’ll soon shout at Sun
Missing Madrid like hell
What have you done to deserve it?
Anything possible
What have you thought about this and that?
No matter what no matter when
Everything is against all odds
Missing Madrid like hell
If you’re not a serial killer buy yourself a gun
Sooner or later you will need one
If you don’t obey find yourself a master
Sooner or later you will feel so damn deep inside your bones
You need to obey to circle the round churches
If your god is pornography all faith is a porn story
Sooner or later you should dress off swing religions go crazy
What you have trusted is vanity fair
Lose yourself to flesh lose yourself to dirt
Sooner or later you’re gone and nothing comes along with
Missing Madrid like hell
What has been done is to forgive and forget
There is no second chance no second try no second hand no new no no
Sooner or later you will find out and shut down
Missing Madrid like heaven
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this poem is somehow dedicated to a little
lady dog Charlotte
I wrote it on the beach
whilst picking up little
stones shells and snails
I was at peace with
me and the world
for a couple of hours
I set myself free of looking for
a job
and the insignificant thoughts of
how to pay the rent
So yeah
Dave
poetry is God
all in all
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there is such a strong will in her blood
you are lucky to witness it
when she's pinching one of her fingers
with a needle to
make her lips up with her blood
and she's slapping her face so the same
blood is pumping up through the veins
and blooms her skiny cheeks
she's combing her dark hair with the same fingers she once cuddled her baby now
dead like a little shining stone hanging
on her white neck inside
an inherited medallion
and she walks out of her square cave
so gentle so silently adamant
to meet you
to forever love you
to offer you her humble life
for she's god
she's yours
she's fine
woman
woman
you're born to miss us all
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this poem is so dull that it can only be
a yawn
will you please feel the gap between
real life and poetry?
thanks
now
let's open some books
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why are you fooling around here
in this childish
seek-for-whatever-it-might-be
game?
love is not in people
nor even in other breathing things
haven’t you heard the voice?
Romeo stopped bleeding
love is in the air
take a deep breath and
for chrissake
relax
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