Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Del vacío caminante

Del vacío caminante

En silencio caminante del vacío
He perdido hace mucho tiempo la dirección
Y mientras creo que la solución
Mi paso día tras día yo desafío
Resistir en el momento que se enfríe
E insisto contra las furias por venir,
Un soñador antiguo, viejo tonto,
La confusión de las ilusiones que propicias.
Ocasionalmente revelan un poco de esto
Y sé que si en realidad aún insiste
Básicamente no puedo darme por vencido y
Pensar en otro momento sino este,
La imagen que debería haber revelado
Presagiando el descenso en desabrigo.


Marcos Loures

An enchanting world

An enchanting world

A world that enchanted and elapse
Calmly while the life cuts,
The fortunate to dream; understand dead
Not having a blessing in life,
And I know that gets what he deserves,
So when reopening the old door
Not even the fantasy still matters
The table in loneliness, and is woven.
Sparks of illusion? A mere moment
Where do believe in another way,
But when I find myself most alone,
They are so many variables same winds
The end is approaching and what to do?
Only my ruins collect...

Marcos Loures

Saturday, February 4, 2012

My luck

My luck


Playing my fortune in another both
Where it could not to transcend
Unless any form of enjoyment
Involved in a false light stubbornly I sing it.
I cannot evade single the surprise
And when I learn living little by little
I can see disastrous reality
In pain marking each mantle
Drafting reactions, does not help
The life is not without being so,
The death will win a horrible end,
And the voice still goes stuck in the throat,
One day I wanted to hear some impetus,
But I know that lonely tormented ...

Each secret

Each secret


I could reveal each secret
Although I know as well always to be
The much that made the end generates
And there are so many mistakes I precede
Making the emptiness mine story
By killing in fury my yard
Where the rite while at last said
Perhaps keep aloof and far away
Do not see the solution and it could not
To live another moment not this
Although not in your absence on this
Even the smallest chance, I lose the fight
On the moon so distant your reflection
And even when I try to any link
My soul madly therefore are reluctant ...

Could translate

Could translate


Even if make farce where
Been able to translate the immense beast
What about it has nothing in the future
The past strokes the line and thus hide
And nothing brings that we still
The extent to which opinion had been able
While I feel like the life fade
The future I not conceive or naked
I watch the formidable heresy
Slave of this infernal dream
I cannot transform a ritual
In other than kill the costume
And fantasy is killed erases
What inside of me was a poet...

SPECULAR IMAGE

SPECULAR IMAGE

Besides the curvature from the waist
The girl has brought me delicious
Remembrance of other times, I come to an end
After all this time of sorrow
Who knows you can see the creature
A flower more early of this garden,
And both could be as well
The life that was surely demand
But I know of these phenomenally hips
Wiggles, moves and when I got hallucinate,
Desire take a boy and raged,
But I know I can never again
Falling real, I see in the mirror
And giving a massive scolding to me recommend.

Ghastly face exposed

Ghastly face exposed

Exposed face of the ghastly true
And she is perceived very well
What so many lies in itself contains
An act so terrible that degrades
Disastrous celebration made in pain and tedium
The bleachers see the new drama
And when an already miserable claims
The thing is getting much worse,
So poetry is delivering
And it no longer sees winding
Because free dead man walking
Scenario that I know to be so nefarious,
A quixotically knight errant
That made a between now most terrible?

Veiling the poetry

Veiling the poetry

I resist as much pain although I believe
In fake exposed to while produced
Way most diverse of sameness
So that now invades every vein,
Watching this corpse, poetry,
I do not see the more output and do not intend,
Making of my verse a dividend
From nothing that this anything just recreate,
I wait for a chance, but I know
That nothing will be done after the rain
My soul with his gifts as a widow
Still view really old flock
Of the paths from the past? Neither a shadow
Only the emptiness that haunts.

And so moves the humanity

And so moves the humanity

The old prostitute from the past
Sold to Constantine in a minstrel
Still think is the major
Devil in sanctity disguise
The body of a crucified Jesus
In the same and so perverse ritual
Where he had been able angelical
Just survive of the sin.
Satanic blessed among the mud
The risk of living always increasing
Wanted to to hear a song sweet and bland
But when the wild beast rages claims
Sacrificing finally this lamb
In an act almost insane and treacherous ...

Wolf pack

Wolf pack

The Christ that I know is libertarian
Diverse of this miracle worker being
That in each new church I can see
Sometimes a satanic worker.
Was sold as be the panacea
Played against the beasts, Daniel,
Without even shrouds, drink the gall
Then he crucified to the audience.
This disreputable atheist pride
That so much to hear, but do not realize
Ultimate wonder of a fence
And as demonstrated peace, rose
Soldiers of the God or the devil,
Pastors make Christ, his patrimony...

Antics

Antics

Antics of this life in turbulence
Since they no longer allow you to believe
In the direction where there is any limit
As long as more distant innocence.
At least it could be several
If the force does not ever win the fragile,
And although I am often so agile
Not having one rifle left the back side
And still being thus a vain poem
Outdated form of expression
The deaths of so many will show
When in fact how much I go forward
Using that word, my chisel,
I try and I'm fulfilling my part...

SELF-DESTRUCTION

SELF-DESTRUCTION

Of coffins that this soul already knew
The anxieties are no longer just purposes
Seed rotting in my gardens
Where can I see the spring?
The beast was not expressed on
Earth became another Agrippina,
Lunatic way in which hallucinations
Hunger unparalleled of the power,
And I can even find a new sun
Where such a gentle mist the scene,
But when the reality thus beckons
With pain and sorrow overshadows this afterglow,
Poet. A messenger of hope?
But voice is losing the emptiness.

Port

Port


The body, killed harbor the boat takes
It traces upon new dock farce
Sparse temporal day older
Atrocious walkers? The same darkness.
Might laughter in prayer or a new rite
And not much else would shroud,
But when I find the pain that reaps
I review the immense hungry of my people.
Striations inside the soul, at the mall
Where could be better,
This injustice to fray I can recite
To me so bitter brandy drunk
And I try and cannot but go along
But the weeds take what was wheat.

Friday, February 3, 2012

My torments

My torments

The blood if downing the each cut
And having the solution much more distant
Creep currents; delirious
Path leading me for the death,
From pouring the whole is really nothing
And when I saw another path fortunate
Without having every joy that meets
From my desires, crude flight.
Fray-if existing routes illusions
And dead in life remains solely
The entertaining expectancy that calms
Diverse than in pain venal exposes me
And this certainty of never having
Cultivation inside me, my storms.

JOURNEY

JOURNEY

Journey made in darkness, scant light
The life could not have been really
In everyday among these wild animals
An image that show more wanton,
The time now is shrouded
And bleed in pain plentiful in the chimeras
Dire beyond that still you expect
While hope was missed
Scratching a statement of this joy,
Afraid to find in this mirror
The look drunk, in red tone,
Poisons that I drink today saving myself
How much in the past was cruel,
And just dive into the murky veil,
Ridiculous scarecrow, to be an atrocious...

MY BATTLE AGAINST THE LUCK

MY BATTLE AGAINST THE LUCK

Keep this battle against the fate
And I see every dream decomposed,
And when at last I am opposed to fantasy
Seduces me into the reality dictate death
And I deny some hope of the supply
Residues than was decomposed
And dead in life, even in ghastly air,
Having no one might still to comfort,
That wandering into dark light rough
With each new evening showed up
The voice of the nefarious and cold abandonment
Residues in carcasses, butcher
The love that so often tore through
By taking which I can do is spurious sleep...

Fatigue

Fatigue

Fatigue going stealing my legs
And something tries to escape but I can not
And when some still punishment endorsement,
The pain may be more eternal,
Not having in my hands single flashlights
How much of this anything it is always ours,
And so in this winding I was removed
Turning to the rough days of caves,
Dire scenes, mists, vile light,
And the more dreaded step I follow,
The time condemning to homeless
And on it molding my devils,
Satanic moment in terrible death,
Nobody will listen to the voice of dreams...

In the plains

In the plains

That I see the animals in the meadows,
Of the deaths in ambush, the jackals,
The eyes so hungry and hungry
And in them surely you reflects
Where in aridity there were sources,
Where not seen winds
Just now actions terminals
Horses galloping in vain loose horsehair,
Demons in satanic orgies,
And when you realize heresies
Smile among the mists, more cruel,
And everything fading away, in sanguinary
Moment where the fear is required
Woven just as only in rage and bitterness.

Abundant mists

Abundant mists

The day turning into fog fed
Life does not allow solution
And when you have given me new dreams exposes
Those false illusions no longer you understand
When they see viciously, crude letters
Killings from flames and volcanoes
Is still thinking in expressions
From the pleasures most atrocious thou fed,
Torturing when you step towards
Can believe in another moment
And taking so much misery in your hands,
The picture was more nefarious painted
Demons from fires and horrors
Where previously thought was flowers.

A world that enchanted

A world that enchanted

A world that enchanted and elapse
With all the calm while life cuts,
The fortunate to dream; perceive dead
Not having a blessing of the life,
And I know that gets what he deserves,
So when you reopen the old door
Nor even fantasy still imports
The picture in loneliness, and weaves.
Sparks of illusion? They are mere moments
Where to believe in another way,
But when perceive myself more alone,
They are so many the variables that winds
The end is getting coming and what to do?
Only of my collect the debris...

Each shadow

Each shadow

Looking every shadow of what I was
I review to my early devices,
But where could with commitments
To change my way, nothing affects.
As much as I dreamed, and intuits the breast
Reflects these various faces,
Really traumatic performance
The incompetence and I assume the world collapses.
Ridiculous caricature, nothing.
Losing so much time in solitary
The Way that I know not necessary
The poetry is not killed and it should be
Just who is delirious or been lost,
As I know, indeed, I do.

Callado y triste

Callado y triste

Sabiendo que mi alma sea silencioso y triste,
Barrido de cualquier sombra de la ilusión
Y a veces incluso intentan negar
Pero, finalmente, esta incertidumbre continúa.
La mortaja cuando aún existe
La conformación de esta figura en soledad
Del rito más audaz: la transformación,
El mundo aún insiste, insiste atroz.
Vivo en el pasado y bien lo sé,
Podría renovar mi manada
Y tener nuevo horizonte, pero la suerte
Que se convirtió en un loco
Viviendo en una pradera jaspeada,
Esperando la muerte silenciosa.

Plastic flowers

Plastic flowers

Today I know that the flowers are of plastic
Eternal picture dead without perfume,
Until my looking was become accustomed
How much did nothing in this drastic.
Love in the past has been bombastic
Now translate into sex and the flame
The star is missing in your jealousy,
From the summit this way abyssal spastic.
Hungry than outside spring
I wait for a bloom that does not come,
The night we motels, the long wait,
The fury Sensual without why
And when I look for a mirror somebody
Distorted image is what can be seen...

ESPLENDOR Y CLARIDAD

ESPLENDOR Y CLARIDAD

Dónde en el fulgor el esplendor
Me llevé a mi larga vida,
Ahora sin saber nada de la salida
En cada nuevo tiempo que degrada

El mundo que soñaba con la libertad,
Sin embargo esa gloria en caso de duda
El camino se ve como dividido
Acaba de abandonar la luz en la falsedad.

Incluso de la luna yo veo un resplandor,
Neones tomando todo, no parpadea
Estrella sigue adornando el cielo,

Manto de la emoción, mera locura,
Del día a día en una furia que desdisse,
La turbulencia establece el tono del velo ...

Green hayfields?

Green hayfields?

No signs of the green meadows,
Now enter these buildings, loneliness,
And so much are losing the direction
The world in another side and ritual,
The dream of a poet loses the ship
And without knowing where turn or wheel
I can see berthing,
But normally according
A police car, an ambulance
The girl with the look of pure arrogance
Poisons so common day to day.
And punishment this time passes,
Where wanted the sunshine, mere smoke,
Is there still falls fantasy?

El arroyo

El arroyo

Las riberas de los ríos se mantienen así,
No habiendo más el flujo, moviéndose.
Así es la vida-contingente
No deje que se conocen los paisajes
Y teniendo en mis visajes el pecho
Debido a que el nuevo siempre está presente
Solamente me resta seguir esa corriente
Pasando por las excursiones, así mismos.
Quiero libertad en el gran cielo
Y cuando yo insisto en otros mundos y pienso,
La suerte no me deja silencioso
Yo sigo un rebaño inusual y bello,
La libertad, que es todo lo que soñé,
Sin la frontera, sin la margen o límite...

In the crystal bowl

In the crystal bowl

In the exquisite crystal cup
The wine is matured in my cellar,
Where this will already clings
Tracing this moment masterful

The love to know such a ritual,
Since new directions, for you browse
Knowing the divinity of this delivery
Perceives this unparalleled delirious,

In languid feminine presence
While immersed in a soul is fascinated
Inside the paradises half open,

And so it celebrating and dancing the evening fades,
Hardly importing sometimes that the rain drops,
But inside me, living deserts ...

In the crystal bowl

In the crystal bowl

In the exquisite crystal cup
The wine is matured in my cellar,
Where this will already clings
Tracing this moment masterful

The love to know such a ritual,
Since new directions, for you browse
Knowing the divinity of this delivery
Perceives this unparalleled delirious,

In languid feminine presence
While immersed in a soul is fascinated
Inside the paradises half open,

And so it celebrating and dancing the evening fades,
Hardly importing sometimes that the rain drops,
But inside me, living deserts ...

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La lucidez demente

Los cuerpos de tazas copas de vino
Y las noches involucradas en la demencia
Dónde podría la convivencia
Generar las fantasías que surgen
Así que cuando la reunión tu formas
En más atrevidos instantes, la inocencia
Dejado atrás, la conveniencia
Donde hay humo hay fuego,
La noche incandescente en la ira y la alegría,
Penetrar en el majestuoso escenario
Y bebo los brindis llenos en esta orgía
Bacantes ya desfilando desnudas
Y toda esta herejía que actualmente he aquí
Creada por la fantasía demente...

WINES

WINES

The wines in this orgy more banal,
Marc are almost nothing count,
Well before these foolish already I shut up,
I tell and was inconvenience, it does not hurt,
Paying the same price, is everything the same
Since rude souls are overwhelming,
Not having the more laps that I package,
Seek at another side ritual,
Without laurels of victory, without the glory
Remake the same old story each month
By paying rent to this live,
If the verse has no rhyme or metric
It is for the one that addressing
The remains need do not understand me...

TRAYECTORIAS

Recorrido de las varias trayectorias
Desilusiona original en la ruta
Cualquiera que trate de buscar algún camino
Cuando la verdad es revelada
La cara, a menudo soberana
Se dice que la tonta y profana
El fondo no responde a mis mejores deseos
Y se puede decir que se perdió,
No vale la pena ni mismo meses, quizás semanas.
Demasiado veneno matando a la serpiente,
Y cuando en ocasiones sobras de nada
Sirven como un estímulo para los que se han herido.
Entonces para llevar la auténtica verdad
No todo lo que aquí se habla te agrada
Caminares diversos, ¿la cosecha es igual?

A rare beauty

A rare beauty

Just mark of the uncommon beauty
And nothing that may deserve
Maybe even to show that pleasure
Although it in reality without space
How my path is difficult to set
And when it may do not already feel like it
Trying to believe in the good want
Transcends any pain dictates the fatigue
And so to you show me near naked
If I can or should not be more to help
And I insist against inhumane power
The poetry carries and just
What really want be the seed,
But I know that at the end surely mistaken...

Quizá

Quizá

Exclusivamente siendo porque quizá
Expresarse cuánto yo no podía rehacer
Si el amo afirma durante su estadía
El hecho que no se puede ver
Si yo soy horrible y usted cree en el disfraz
La putrefacción en mi camino puedo dibujar
Y el poder de la esclavitud, el espacio
Ocupa un alcance buscando porqués
No trate de ser más libre o
Lo que ciertamente complace retenido
No merece la pena aunque Dios quisiera
Por lo que si en la oración silenciosa o transmudo
Lo mucho yo valgo, y de hecho veo
No merece incluso un aliento.

LIFE WITHOUT A MYSTERY



LIFE WITHOUT A MYSTERY

A life without mystery would not have
This beauty even when trying to
Overcoming any discord, a squall
When you there is no end never postpones
And just watching the vast fantasy
In which and through which the pain is increased
And how many time I watch and tormenting me
While brings the fear or joy,
Immeasurable time in roundabout
Dictates the endlessly turning aimlessly
And the veil that covering so no doubt us
And frame which not is becomes,
Generating the immense source of pleasure
Only when there is most noble.

Paix sincère



Paix sincère

Ramener la paix, je désirent sincèrement,
Le matin renaîtra dans l'éclat rare.
La vie en la douceur, si je le prédis
En amour, très belle chanson, choeur magnifique.
La vie en appréciant l'occasion unique
Qui aujourd'hui permet ce chemin que je foule,
Et en lui toute la gloire que j'ai envie
Faite vie en paix, sans aucune entrave.
Balayer à la Chambre et quand je vois
Ta nudité divine et merveilleuse
Lumières fois la flamme du désir
Et le jeu reprend sur des transparents,
La récolte dans mon lit, rose rares
Soulevant de la fluorescence.

Marcos Loures

 

El elegido de tus sueños

El elegido de tus sueños

Trato de ser el elegido de tus sueños
E incluso cuando esté fuera de mis brazos
Extiendo a te estrechos lazos
Y yo trato de nueva jornada, más feliz
No usted tenga conmigo, en circunstancias difíciles
Terrible caminata, a pocos pasos locos
Mi día transcurriendo duro, áspero,
Sólo las pesadillas tan fantasmagóricamente.
Podría tener en las manos sonrientes
Eso es todo lo mi deseo, y me matizo
En los colores de los pensamientos amables
Sintiendo la respiración conmigo,
Garantizada la floración en mi jardín,
Expuestos a la fantasía los vientos dulces.

Spurious dawns

Spurious dawns

Love never wanted me and I know so well
That was my way all in vain,
Where is my lost summer
That only contains this winter I
Watch the fall and I'm short
Of all who had shown an illusion
And when the new day will come
Reflecting mirror with no one.
Spurious mornings and where are you?
There is so much that I lost my peace
Amid the storms, with nothing left
Oh God forsaken me breathless,
I carry nothing but the suffering,
I ask no answers: how long?

Spurious dawns

Spurious dawns

Love never wanted me and I know so well
That was my way all in vain,
Where is my lost summer
That only contains this winter I
Watch the fall and I'm short
Of all who had shown an illusion
And when the new day will come
Reflecting mirror with no one.
Spurious mornings and where are you?
There is so much that I lost my peace
Amid the storms, with nothing left
Oh God forsaken me breathless,
I carry nothing but the suffering,
I ask no answers: how long?

Un alma más solemne

Un alma más solemne

Escucho la voz de alguien que quiso tan gravemente
Y un día se convirtió vago y no regresó,
Del mundo presente siempre se fracasó
Y cuando de la noche en la paz, ahora es el frío,
Un alma tan solemne, se vacía
Y la fortuna se ha rebelado contra mí,
En cuyos brazos sumergió tan gravemente
Solamente angustia vacía, oscura.
Y cuando te des cuenta en el amor,
Mirando las cenizas del pasado
No tengo ninguna oportunidad, morir solos,
Y otra vez volver a la soledad
Cuando nueva jornada me traerá
Los sueños se hacen en un enlace triste

THAT STAR

THAT STAR


I can never follow that star
There is so much I imagined could take
At my direction destinies and perpetrate
Way where the fate in peace hold it.
But when more closely I was able see it
Strangely sensation to take me,
Thinking about this immense sunshine
I could not in a fragile tone to receive it.
And so just roaming in vast night,
The love without even convince those who
Dying in storms, in sorrows
And when at last could be happy
I see tattooed on scars
The pain where you remain with rage

Weather the storm


Weather the storm


How much is left at least I could
Winning the tempest that will come
And I know that I think here or there
Done On the evening on pain, dead or dark,
Merely resulting in the bleeding
What can or indeed will shape
The time to make and display
Resting on the stage in anguish,
Dressing the fantasy most atrocious
Nobody would listen to my voice
Neither follows the old dream
Where does who still remains to showed
Marking with the harsh the face fear
And how much I insist on it and recompose.

Otros soles

Otros soles

Necesito saber si aún hay luz
Mañana brumosa en desesperación,
Y cuando otros soles, busco el camino,
Que nos lleva al amor intenso.
Me doy cuenta de que tal vez una cruz
Que muestra cuán diverso cada instante
Lo que de este vacío en el mismo sin razón
Dejando los recuerdos muertos, casi desnudos.
Abandonado al destino, no tengo nada
Lo que era mi compromiso
El mundo se desmoronó en un segundo,
En los marcos de una dulce primavera
Mirando de soslayo véase la fiera
Y se prepara una emboscada

Otros soles

Otros soles

Necesito saber si aún hay luz
Mañana brumosa en desesperación,
Y cuando otros soles, busco el camino,
Que nos lleva al amor intenso.
Me doy cuenta de que tal vez una cruz
Que muestra cuán diverso cada instante
Lo que de este vacío en el mismo sin razón
Dejando los recuerdos muertos, casi desnudos.
Abandonado al destino, no tengo nada
Lo que era mi compromiso
El mundo se desmoronó en un segundo,
En los marcos de una dulce primavera
Mirando de soslayo véase la fiera
Y se prepara una emboscada

La sécheresse du passé

 
La sécheresse du passé

La sécheresse des dernières années, enfin, le désert
Et sentir la douce pluie et prometteur
Préparer tous les sols et à partir de maintenant
Je vais heureux ici.
Qui est venu un chemin tellement incertain,
Vous connaissez la valeur rédemptrice de la
Présence de celui qui aime. La vie apparaît
Rendre le cœur beaucoup plus d'experts.
En regardant la luminosité fatigué, brillant,
La douceur de ses mains sur ma poitrine,
L'amour dominant donc tout le monde
Qui envahit squatters, bienfaisant.
Le bonheur est un droit absolu
Instaurer la paix sincère que je veux.

Marcos Loures

La sécheresse du passé

 
La sécheresse du passé

La sécheresse des dernières années, enfin, le désert
Et sentir la douce pluie et prometteur
Préparer tous les sols et à partir de maintenant
Je vais heureux ici.
Qui est venu un chemin tellement incertain,
Vous connaissez la valeur rédemptrice de la
Présence de celui qui aime. La vie apparaît
Rendre le cœur beaucoup plus d'experts.
En regardant la luminosité fatigué, brillant,
La douceur de ses mains sur ma poitrine,
L'amour dominant donc tout le monde
Qui envahit squatters, bienfaisant.
Le bonheur est un droit absolu
Instaurer la paix sincère que je veux.

Marcos Loures

Dans notre poitrine

 Dans notre poitrine

S'appuyant sur notre poitrine, la liberté,
Rompre les chaînes qui les ont attachés,
Dans les mains si longtemps déjà montré
Comme vous pouvez avoir la paix.
Laissant derrière sans nostalgie
Les jours où les heures non passé,
Ne pas laisser le froid des nuits
Encore naissance à l'aurore. Anxiété ...
Maintenant que je perçois être possible
Le chant matinal des les oiseaux
Faisant au cœur presque invincible
Changer toute la chance à un moment,
Dans l'ombre de l'affection sereine
Je sens la douce brise, dans le vent calme.


Marcos Loures

Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy

Played on the stones of the port
The vertex of life has showed
Still when luck was rare
The world designed half dead,
And nothing that you absorbed where
Showed any effect and nothing sustains
The fight which truly is preparing
And leave the atrocious and crooked walk,
No more than just lights or who tries
To live the shadow bitterly and bloodiest
How much to express in tune,
The unfortunate take each pore,
Creating his own life in another spore,
Reining over us the hypocrisy.

Bearing my errors.

Bearing my errors.


Bearing my mistakes and trying
Overcoming the disagreements where I have
The face most audacious, even fierce,
From the time he had thought much blander
The weight slowly dressed me
What all that in fact suits myself
And another face when the moon comes
Expressed this background crumbling,
I calm my voice, but I cannot,
Each new inauspicious homeless
Scanning outside how this harvest field,
The life does not permit the walk
And I know the dead at the end of the road
Just the emptiness prepares me.

Parlez

Parlez


Parler de la perte que chaque jour apporte plus violent,
l'amertume du rêve plutôt que visant,
aux illusions d'une vie sans valeur,
et tracé le laissé dans la folie et au mépris des les passants
voir le face défigurée par le temps et par de nombreuse angoisse et la détresse.
Parler de la farce faite chaque verset,
chaque instant et tous les jours que je traverse nébuleux,
cette gorge sans fin qu'on appelle l'amour.
Parlez sur la manière cela pourrait et n'a jamais en dehors,
à moins que la même image ternie et jeté
dans un abîme sans sortie et sans remède,
entouré par l'ennui et la volonté de suivre,
mais les pieds sur le sol cimentés.
Parler de comment et de quelle manière
le quand et le en connaissant
déjà une réponse aura toujours des jamais ...

Marcos Loures

Parlez

Parlez


Parler de la perte que chaque jour apporte plus violent,
l'amertume du rêve plutôt que visant,
aux illusions d'une vie sans valeur,
et tracé le laissé dans la folie et au mépris des les passants
voir le face défigurée par le temps et par de nombreuse angoisse et la détresse.
Parler de la farce faite chaque verset,
chaque instant et tous les jours que je traverse nébuleux,
cette gorge sans fin qu'on appelle l'amour.
Parlez sur la manière cela pourrait et n'a jamais en dehors,
à moins que la même image ternie et jeté
dans un abîme sans sortie et sans remède,
entouré par l'ennui et la volonté de suivre,
mais les pieds sur le sol cimentés.
Parler de comment et de quelle manière
le quand et le en connaissant
déjà une réponse aura toujours des jamais ...

Marcos Loures

The past

The past

No more than so many eyes and promises
Nor is the as I could and would not have
Drifting on how much would remain
And another time you return on this
The fights between mistakes to me confess
And I know how much is left in heresy,
The knife in the neck, the cold night,
The verse where he vainly try, stumble.
Result of this pardon in tinsel
And no doubt when I walk in the late
Those fragile expectations bridge said,
In the deception enabling any error,
Just waiting for my funeral
While any death, I know you go along.

Nuevo día

Nuevo día

Podría creer en el nuevo día
Algunos de las cosas que yo hice
Sufren de esos sueños que nos cortan
Dejando oscuras caminatas
Y cuando quería un nuevo rumbo
Momentos delicados nos aguardan
Mientras mil furores generan
Las noches no eran tan frías
Dentro de los campos de floreos entre las luces
Dónde me llevará al paraíso
Amigos de la misma empresa suave y hermosa
Vencimos a cualquier dolor, la confusión
Sin las tormentas que las compensan
Permitir a este amor toda la ligereza.

Seduced

Seduced


And when I had given seduced
To the crazy and unusual love that you brought me,
The wild life in the past just as
Now into light profusely, clearly and immense,
In the intensity into fury is declared
The joy that really takes us
And it dresses the soul with delirium
The most perfect jewel, beautiful and rare.
Just in love with night,
On our journey I concentrate,
I am a god; I am a king and a slave,
In this unparalleled hunger that allows us to
The insatiable love without limitation,
An ecstatic soul in peace perceive

Seduced

Seduced


And when I had given seduced
To the crazy and unusual love that you brought me,
The wild life in the past just as
Now into light profusely, clearly and immense,
In the intensity into fury is declared
The joy that really takes us
And it dresses the soul with delirium
The most perfect jewel, beautiful and rare.
Just in love with night,
On our journey I concentrate,
I am a god; I am a king and a slave,
In this unparalleled hunger that allows us to
The insatiable love without limitation,
An ecstatic soul in peace perceive

Émotions poignantes

Émotions poignantes

Mon coeur est brisé, ainsi,
entre les émotions au vitriol, le vent.
Et quand je me trouve dans l'obscurité froide,
milieu des tempêtes, je mens.
J'aimerais au moins avoir un moyen de trouver
beaucoup plus longue durée de vie,
mais je sais que dans mon âme,
quand il neige, et la mort est près de mon lit.
Surmonter mes peurs et être capable de sentir
toute la joies d'une plaisir couchée
sur ma peau à la vôtre,
et ainsi toute la nuit en lumière immense,
vivant à coup sûr la récompense
livré à votre délire,
la déesse profane.

Marcos Loures

Situado en su cuerpo

Situado en su cuerpo

Enclavado en el cuerpo después de tempestas
Y este dulce aliento por lo que inundo
El amor que muestra más profundo
Sin duda, promete danzas, fiestas,
Y cuando en mis sueños hechos aparte
Un día más atrevido, hermoso y fructífero
Transporta en nuestras manos, mucho más que un mundo
Y la luz adentra entonces por qué varias fisuras
Y la nuestra llama encendió la cama
Permite después de la cabalgata
Haber conocido a muchos en los sudores
Maravilla enorme descifrada,
Siguiendo este camino acompañado
Lo que nos lleva a los encantos más profanos.

Bitter sensation

Bitter sensation

It had taken days from my hope
In a new love after all these years
In the absence of the sovereign aspirations
The fate is cast in a vacuum now
And when a soul seeks the alliance
As much as other plans to seek
The days are poured nearly insane
Living solely of remembrance
Bitter sense of has nothing,
Diverse fantasy in unpleased,
Sitting in my eyes skyline
Without even the distorted image
What was once thought life
In the sun that senseless, not emerges.

Marshes

Marshes

The marshes that the life presents to me
During the immense night in loneliness,
Dressing on silk this fake illusion
Life overflows in empty is storm
And a new day when we try
The most painful hour will show
How do you dream is vainly
Not even the dawn still encourages.
And when you see the end of everything,
In a desire for pleasure I have not delude myself,
I see so passionately
The all getting lost in a thousand pieces
And where they thought of strong ties
Understand at the end, which inflames me

Marshes

Marshes

The marshes that the life presents to me
During the immense night in loneliness,
Dressing on silk this fake illusion
Life overflows in empty is storm
And a new day when we try
The most painful hour will show
How do you dream is vainly
Not even the dawn still encourages.
And when you see the end of everything,
In a desire for pleasure I have not delude myself,
I see so passionately
The all getting lost in a thousand pieces
And where they thought of strong ties
Understand at the end, which inflames me

Emaciated

Emaciated

Thrown on the rocks than one day
Had been able to be a port, pier softly,
Still when you see in winds
How much time would not see another,
The farce is showing in irony
The time when you will slowly lose
And surely the mistakes are fatal
Killing that remains for me in agony
Strands are diverse and cannot even
Daring well as some of the destruction
Efforts are truly almost invalids,
The eyes from rage and volcanoes
Marking as it can and now exposes
On sunny days starving and emaciated...