Lucy Ortiz
Autumn Wind
I will tie my feelings to the first autumn wind, I don't want to cry your farewell like that dark afternoon drinking my storm I returned to my abyss of bitterness.
Today I will fly with you, make you feel my presence, that you embrace my affection united to your steps, feel me, wherever you go, in the comings and goings of a morning.
Feel me, today as yesterday, when you broke the cloud with a kiss, feel me, in the corner's bend fluttering affection feel me, when you move the leaves with your wings of time, and teach them to dance whispering melodies.
Feel me, innocent friend, I am a feeling, in the eclipse of the moon, adhere me to your young present, to the blossomed breeze. Love me and drag me with you. and as there will be no tombs, we will make life, from life.
LOVING YOU
The madness of loving you wounds me, I would give my freedom to have you, be born again to love you naked of sin to possess you.
I love the daylight and knowing you, being honest with my body, waiting for you, breaking the heart and giving you half, changing life for you until death.
I want you to illuminate my presence, enter your body and embrace your soul, walk together through life and build it.
Cross the avenue with firm steps, feel the darkness fade away, move from pain to tender adventure.
FANTASY
Do you love me? Yes, please, I ask you...! The blood in my heart refuses, asks me why I love you so much,
I see your eyes and you are born in my soul; in the most hidden and sublime moment, because you look at me and another caress grows. From your body to mine a giant shiver
I see your bright stars that illuminate my influenced conscious by desire, I am afraid of losing you when I have never had you, I feel eternities that sweeten my burning noun.
Your body becomes a verb in mine; your skin on my skin becomes dominion, deep calendar of steel links, a ship that sinks loaded with passions. Your eyes constitute my torment, my delirium, I love you with the red of my life.
If I die for loving you, I will have been born in the burning bed of your chest. In the illuminated waves of your gaze.
With your love
With a little love, you will change the color of my burning skin, with a little love, you would empty the cup of my sorrow, open the eyelids of my doubt.
With a little love, you will make my heart immortal, I will find the amulet of my luck, with a little love, you will make the verse hexameter and clear the darkness of my cup.
I am not asking for pity or borrowed affections, if I could live again a day of sweetness; the light of heaven would pour into your gaze, with a little love like a white lily of tenderness
With a little love, you will erase my jealousy, You will change the tear for a spring of honey The adverse will die in the lagoon of the past With a little love, with a little love
IT WAS YOUR ABSENCE
Your absence was like a lost seagull between the waters, sober of love and oblivion, a stormy spear of wounded fire.
Your absence was, the transparency of the rain, the versatile drops of love turned into sands.
Your absence was, the one that left bitter flavors to my life, fullness, and consciousness to live a new world without flower caresses in the white springs.
Your absence was the sad page in the red bed of my heart, it was the absence of your love that engendered its fruit and cut my candle between your fingers.
Your absence was installed in the void of my life like a dying siren settling debts with her own life; the end of her sphinxes, as if they were guilty. It was your absence! It was your absence...!