Amed32 Poetry (10)

There are foolish words, attitudes without value, irreproachable needs, guilt that does not need an owner, unnecessary cries that evoke the most intrinsic secrets that the past washed, days that do not require the rotation of the earth, thoughts that do not accompany precision and I am the one you do not have the world to be born again, I say yes to love even if you lack good Intensions, that near you I do not need the sea to see its waves when your my dear princess inspires everything to fly without wings. You make dawn sprinkle in a dying desert, you invite the sincere and our quietness, it is enough for you to let me dream of making you free. Happiness knows that you make me happy. With you, luck becomes mystical. You are certain that even the incredible fades, so even though there are paths that were never made, hearts that were never found, faces without sculpting, I will always say yes to your Love even without thinking of me.

Amed

Will there be happiness? Is it really a feeling that emerges at the best moments? Or maybe just some flash created by moments filled with complete joy? It will be my question a cliché, everything is based on the time we empty our mind, what never motivates us is what makes us take issue. Have I ever felt absent as if I no longer knew who I am or what I do in the exact place where it has always been a present, with my hands around my temple as if trying to bring a piece of coherence with me, I calmly close my eyes and that reality of which my question towards happiness was a beginning, torture my innocence and a naive and fatuous procedure simply, I stop knowing, I just do not understand, stop believing

Amed

Today I do not find an adequate start to dedicate some lines that make you blush, I seek in my conscience pieces of your personality that bring my muse back to inspiration, you are the daily work of my thoughts, that is the reason why I am full of you in a single breath, you are always present, you are always my present, I trust in the goodness of my heart to choose you as the heir of my life, help me to be happy, become yourself what is unknown of me, transform into that you never ignore, to know about you is to know love, to know you in not knowing everything. I open my mouth to pronounce you, but my weak spirit takes my hand to emphasize with emphasis these beats that oppose exile, I have to express you, I have to mutilate my sorrows with the sole purpose of extolling your soul, of what you lack is what that I will show off to the world. Many do not know you because you do not abound, but everyone wants you because you are unique.Humanize love, personify the passion, deliver that blue sky painted with kisses and happy dawns, is there with you where I want to inhabit, consume me I want to be your skin caring for your body, I want to be your love letter and always fall in love or be that infallible need to turn your nightmares into a beautiful love story. Let me be those tender arms that always help you and scare of you any suffering."I promise to be that happiness that you long to live forever happy"
Amed

In a single wink one morning becomes intrepid, so common is to be human! That we do not understand that time does not seek to crush your hopes, it is enough to know that we are the fruit of creation, mortality that defines us as an identity full of defects and that we do not know what we may consider according to our understanding.
Our existence simplifies the search but our vital chronometer teaches answers, however the reason "Why we are here" clings us to philosophizing indeterminate questions.
We are not what we speculate, we are distant from clarifying what it takes to procure true. Are we calculating a personalized imagination? Or simply chiseled by a pair of wings from where nobody belongs but which by way of conviction you almost manage to deserve, that precious place that exemplifies the eternal perfection where neither happiness nor love were created feelings have always been. There is no logic that designs these beliefs, escapes from a common sense that highlights the simplicity of our nature.
We are not aware of being, we are absent of having been.

Many times I do not understand, because suddenly everything becomes so complicated. What happen? What happens to me when I am by your side?
Because reason dislocates my logic in which I lose the notion of time and I do not find a return.
Many times I'm speechless in front of what I know, that's how I invent this space that I do not think deserves
It's just not living, it's just not existing.
If I go to the letters it is in favor of my muses admiring you in the illusion of a story in which you star, because to think you cry, you call them infinite. Only part of this my war although pretend that you do not know. Do not try to run away when many times even if you shut up just simulating your smile calms my ills.
And maybe I'll get you to understand what happens?
When in the consciousness of your heart are deliberately sculpted the feeling that moved God to enjoy his creation.
I know that you do not ignore what my innate soul but I do not know what stops those that your desires invite.
I am here, right in the direction of your truth and I do not know that if I play your version, I only intend to show you that even being humble in human condition I can give you love and loyalty.

The light does not radiate a reason when I feel lost, everything that comes to me is a disappointment without answer to a morning, because life does not give a signal when in the jungle my heart is lost? Because the candles are closed and the wind does not signal my victory, I have to surrender? I have to take another shortcut? Is there a place where a being that does not find peace finds forgiveness? I do not just believe I just let myself believe, because I know the truth, the one that transmits security and instills fear to know that I could never know, being a human rather than a living does not satisfy me for everyone, I simply follow the line that nobody can see or feel, that is my self, that's how yesterday knows me, and without knowing today or tomorrow I will not perish in the attempt to accumulate a spectrum that serves as an unknown to God.

I knew your silhouette and I can not stop thinking,
I learned to dream and I'm small the way I love you
you are indispensable even within what I do not think
You go beyond the deep and the intense.
I walked in your paths, I climbed your skin
I defeated who oppressed your love
cross the limits of your heart
there is nothing that makes me retreat.
Become mine, leave more than a few minutes inside of me
Stay away from what bothers your happiness
I knew your silhouette and not thinking
that dreaming of a way of life is the best thing I learned.
I love you

A person is never fully known
we never get to know the mind of a human being
but when you fall in love, you experience that you think you know everything.
We never know ourselves when we love
we never know love when we try
we just play the truth, because we hate knowing about falsehood
We are so equal that inequality distances us from reality.
we walked aimlessly and found answers
we sail without the moon and lose the opposite direction.
We accomplish feats and we hate at least once in life
but it is not enough when we detect that everything is a lie.
Life is just a passage of clouds,
and at times it seems to us to grow from a large tree.
If we reach eternity
we are applauded by angels who suffered with us
the abuses of a story Endless.
What are we?
We are the fruit of what we have never known

If my soul loves you more every day
And the heart for your love palpitates,
Why should not I leave you, my love,
The story, here, of our love, written?

Keep it, and if absence or fate
They want me away from your memory,
Without getting out of your way,
I stay here with our brief history.

If the future gives us all its flowers,
And I live with you as I have dreamed,
To raise a temple to my loves,
This will be the altar of your past.

But if I open my book and I'm dead
And of my love do you still remember,
On the cheers that I dreamed awake
Let a tear fall, my soul ...

These are the holy witnesses,
Of my hours of love, do not destroy them,
Which of the muse that inspired these songs,
My hours of passion are only yours

Save this book! All my woes
And my love sayings are printed.
I leave your heart in these leaves,
You will know if you break them or kiss them ...

So to see you from afar, definitely:
You go with another man; I, with another woman ...
And I know that, like water springing from a fountain,
Those beautiful days can not return.

So, see you from afar and spend smiling,
As if he does not feel what he felt yesterday;
And to make my face indifferent,
And that the gesture of boredom seems like pleasure.

So, seeing you from afar, and not telling you anything,
Nor with a smile, nor with a glance,
And never suspect how much I love you like this;

Because although nobody knows what nobody says,
The whole night is short to dream about you,
And all day long is little to think of you.