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
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
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
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 ...
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 ...
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...
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.
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?
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.
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 ...
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...
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...
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.
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.
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.
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...
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...
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...
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.
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.
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...
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...
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