Te encuentro sentada admirando la nada
pero sé que en el fondo hay fuego en tu calma
me miras despacio, mas tu pasión en apuro
te imaginas mis caricias y me sientes desnudo
Me hablas sin voz de una entrega feliz
en la que nada se pierde, día de sol o día gris
me gritas súbitamente que te haga el amor
porque abajo ya no puedes contener el calor
Me insistes sin bulla que la ropa te arranque
y que haga contigo lo que me de la gana
que te tome entre mis brazos aunque sea por un instante
y que sin misericordia, te de un beso que mata
Te gusta saber que en realidad nada nos ata
ni el dinero, ni la rutina que a la gente aburre
contigo los secretos en la tumba se quedan
quieres que suavemente lo prohibido te susurre ...
I went to bed hoping for a good night sleep.
As I layed down it was so quiet I never heard a peep.
My granny filled my thoughts and my mind.
I loved my granny so much she was one of a kind.
She was the best granny that I could ask for.
She gave me what I needed and a whole lot more.
I loved to see my granny she taught me how to bake.
She taught me how to make cookies and to frost a cake.
When I hurt myself my granny was the first one I seen.
As I grew-up I found out that moms could be very mean.
When she left this world I couldn't say good-bye.
I ask our lord please,please tell me why.
I love you and will miss you everyday.
So keep me close when I come your way.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
7-10-07
This was wrote for and to my granny.
Bulla Frances Norton/Golihugh