noviembre 2007

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Fear to love

No one seemed able toenter his heart againAfter that woundprohibition was the cover of loveSomeone wanted to come in sometimebut he always said no.And this is why…¿who doesn’t fear pain?Always blaming his interior complex“nobody could want such as I”.Deep inside he was feeling lonelinesswas not the solution in his life.But…¿who doesn’t fear pain?A comfortable home and a job … read more

Kiss and skin

Nothing to do with the evil,it can’t be compared with the fog.There is something strange that I want to discover,as if a magnetic mystery was about.When I see her something is unhinged in me,and I think that my eyes lie,but if I lose her I only think about dying.It would be easier to switch off the moonwith a piece of the sunthat has in her eyes my insatiable ardor.Nothing to do with God,you… read more

The man who died of love

Once upon a time, in a place not so very far away, there was a man who died of love.Every morning, early, he would feel a pain in his heart while the sounds of life came in through his window.The taste of honey and bread and coffee was turning his soul inside out.He was working for love, giving magic to the street, leaving his skin in the scenario.He would cry in the evenings, watching the sun… read more

Something goes wrong

You are alone on the pathas mocking destiny.They lied to you,they cheated you.None stand by your side,and yesterday’s friendis gone today.Something goes wrong,something is broken,something must be fixed soon.“You have to laugh at life”,is what you used to say,but now life is laughing at you.They lied to you,they cheated you,none stand by your side.You have to cure,you have to fix,you hav… read more

Cristina

She was born without parents’ care,grew up in a bad family,too much hurt in her fragile heart.Little by little the pain broke,her mind was coming apart,and no-one wanted to do anything.They took her to a man in a white coat,he wanted to cure everything with pills,but she was still breaking in her dreams.Too much pain in her fragile heart,not a friend to embrace,many hours alone in her… read more

Waiting

One more night waitingfor something new to happen,another day finishedand nothing has changed.Something is wrong,something doesn’t work,don’t know what is happening,neither how to fix it.I confuse myself,I do not find hope,and I hide,seeking words.I go back homeand nobody speaks,not even a single glance.How many hours wastedanticipating this homecoming.How many things I did for her,all wort… read more

Kiss me

Big smile like the blue sky,looks sad and profound like the sea.Hair and sun as equal,delicate gesture,glass dove.Don’t talk me about the past,nothing I want to know.Don’t ask me anything,nothing I want to answer.Just bury your watch in the sandand kiss me,kiss me,kiss me.You know things are not going right outside,and everything is smashed inside.You know we must walk,but now we’re going… read more

I will escape

The rope stretches,hanging I am,almost falling.Trapped like a fish,I am again,But looking for a hole in the netI will escape,I will live.Me they will not catch,me they will not traptheir hands when I fall.Today I can run,without nails in my feet,none will grab me by the neck,and I will return,I will return to your heart,free like a cyclone.I will escape,I will live.Me they will not catch,me they… read more

It will never be the same

Yesterday I realize that no,not everything that shines is gold.Yesterday I saw in your face that no,It’s not even brass.Looks like a lie and maybe it is,you are not what I imagined,but I tell you that you lose more.Maybe you will try to change,but my face will never returnto the smile of yesterday.Friendship is something you have to take care of,and when it seems truth can deceive you.And no,it… read more

It's hot in here

Its hot in here,sitting under the August tree.Hours pass quick through you,looking at the blue of sky.I’m almost drowned by the hot wind of the South,but it doesn’t bother me,I’m ok like this.There are things that killwith the poison of pleasure.There are places that suffocatebut always you want to return.Summer in Seville,where the sun burns more.August in Seville,is something to… read more

I have

I have scars in skin and soulthat already are closed.I have broken past lovesthat already are almost forgotten.I have books in my room’s shellthat already are used.I have old photos in a scrap bookthat have already happened.But I don’t have a home,beach and sun close to you.But I don’t have a car,country and stars close to you.But I don’t have a dog,bread and trees planted.I have an old… read more

Is that the love?

Why is love necessary?, one wise man asked to another one.I don’t know but loneliness is not a good companion, answered this one.Have you felt anytime how the smile of a woman makes you shake inside?, he asked him again.Yes… Is that the love?Have you seen the sun appearing behind the sea into the morning?Yes… Is that the love?Have you watched the moon clearing up the darkest night?Yes… Is… read more

Perpetual love

I want to have time always with me.I want to catch the life between my hands.I want to take the feeling of my soul.I want to make the perpetual love.I want to see always the same moon.I want the sun never to blind me.I want to step firmly on the same floor.I want to see the finest blue of the sky.When the clock hands have stopped.When the life drips between my hands.When there is not hope in my… read more

Dieing of love

To be uneasy inside,not stop thinkingIdeas crossand they all end in you.Without knowing what to do,without knowing what to say.Fear of pain?,and dieing of love.Why?,you ask yourself.Because there’s no answer.Better alone thañ in bad company?,you choose the result.Nobody can answer,nobody knows what to reply.You are stuck inside yourself,a lock you don’t know how to open.Without knowing what… read more

My solitude

My solitude is the guilt of all my being,because of it I create,I love and I suffer.A torn heart over and again.I do not wish it,I run and hide it behind people.I want it and I hate it,I love it and I despise it.Mi solitude is not silenced, it is musical,because of it I write stories and songs.I don’t want to have it,but I meet it.Always a recollection of my origin and destiny,memory of what it… read more

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