Saturday, 29 March 2008

Norah´s skies





«They don't have skies like this in New York»,
Lee Alexander said.
And that’s true.
But for me, skies aren’t as beautiful as you,
oh, Norah.

Since the day I saw your face for first time,
there is no sky more beautiful than you.
From the day I saw you eyes,
I fall in love, crazy, crazy for you.
Norah, Norah,
let me breathe you
in this sky that… it is so yours.

Oh, Norah,
turn me on as that sky,
as that sky that you have ignited
with fire of your voice.

Norah, Norah,
you continue igniting that sky
and all skies…

Thursday, 27 March 2008

They hide her




She is uncomfortable after to get her triumphs.
Prizes seemed that they hide hers.
By the way, it is a beautiful way to be hidden.

What to do? It seems that she is saying,
Because she doesn’t knows how to react.

Only smiles beautiful soft voice princess,
Only smiles and continue singing.

What happens after to win so many prizes?
The way finishes?
Can sleep the Amazon?

Only smiles sweet butterfly,
because you don’t should to rest,
because you condemned yourself
to continue singing for them.

When will be the end?
By the way, to hide itself never is well.


There will be an end?
There are your hands and
there are my fears
to build a footpath to future.

She smiles innocently because still is games time

The ghosts also usually play
between corridors and windows

You cannot shout, because you are hidden of your prizes.

Friday, 21 March 2008

Female of a little voice





You are a flower,
color, light and verse.
You are a song,
weeping, joy and dream.
You are nocturnal ballad
and so mad creed.
You are crazy passion,
and snatched kiss,
but when I haven’t to you
you are pain, distress and grief,
barren field,
desert steppe,
frosted culture,
you are a painful secret
when I haven’t to you.
When you are with me
I am a crazy person
who not stop to sing,
I am a crazy person
who put seeds by the ways,
I am a crazy person
who loves to paint of blue the fields
and the green tallest skies,
but when I haven’t to you
you are pain, distress and grief,
barren field,
desert steppe,
frosted culture,
you are a painful secret
when I haven’t to you.

Thursday, 20 March 2008

Deep and unsoundeable




She ever has been deep and unsoundeable.
A yearning would never be guessed in her.
Behind of her face there is a world
as interesting as lost.

But her voice is a hand
which it finds me in the silence.
I don’t know
and I ask you:
What are yours eyes going to find in me?

Silences were added
and they make a future
that we won’t be,
because you are so deep and unsoundeable
with me like the same with you.

Sunday, 16 March 2008

Norah´s lips



If your lips kissed my lips,
to forget you
it would be as easy as to be able to see
without the sun.

If your lips kissed to me,
I would to fly
until the sky
without wings.

Kiss me, Norah, kiss me
that I want to fly…

Kiss me, Norah, kiss me
teach me to fly.

Kiss me, Norah, kiss me
give me the heat
that I need to continue living…

Thursday, 13 March 2008

Feeling the same




You and I are feeling the same
although we don’t know ourselves.
I understand what you are singing,
because, when I listen to you to sing,
just here
you turn me on.
You shake each one cells of my body.
When I listen to you
my heart is a horse
than it’s running,
like a thousand loose crazy people.
When you see to fall a star
You shake yourself
You are surprised,
But don’t worry
I feel the same than you.
My clothes also fall sometimes
and you smile
and me smile…

As you see
we are feeling the same…

I think of you




You come in from every place
and you grow up from the shadows,
each time.
Then I can’t ignore what it’s happening.
I only know that something is growing up in me,
something makes me see you everywhere
I look at the flowers and the clouds
and I see you in them.
What have you done to me?
My eyes are full of you.
So like my ears are full of you, too,
but you are so far
and my hands are empty
and I can’t smell your essence.
What have you done to me?
I can’t stop seeing you,
because I see you in everything
Did you put a spell on me?


When I don’t see you, it’s wonderful,
because my skin calls to you,
shouting
and my skin becomes hopeless,
and so I feel I’m alive.