Another time, another place I could have love you,

stumbling into my life now too late, but knew

in one instance our paths were meant to cross.

Life has no measure of time, it solely goes on

without the passing of years or regrets,

just like my heart which sadly forgets

how bitter my reality and painful the loss

of possibilities with you, to belong

and your lips call my name, call me mine.

But no regrets in finding you now

for, isn’t life but a moment to moment?

Let me live mines under your shade then,

one by one saved in my heart to overflow

a life filled with drop by drops of you

until the end,  when we will fade

into another time, another place

where I could possibly meet you again-


“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”

― Federico García Lorca






Si me miras de una forma, me enloqueces

si sonríes de momento, me estremeces

cada gesto me desborda mis anhelos

como vino entre mis labios tú me embriagas

con miradas y con gestos-

Y en las noches tu mirada en mis desvelos

me persigue y me roba la cordura

mis deseos una locura

pues tenerte serían sueños

y tocarte en desesperos

cuando el tiempo se me agota.

Dime entonces niña amada

si carezco de tus gestos y sonrisas

y me enfrento a mis días sin empeños

¿puedo entonces liberar mi corazón?

Tu no entiendes que en mi mente la razón

ha perdido cuando puedo entonces verte

y tus gestos me desbordan los anhelos

y tu sonrisa me estremece el corazón.



Certain way you look at me, it drives me crazy

if you smile all of the sudden, it will shake me

every gesture overflows my constant yearning

like red wine between my lips you intoxicate me

with every look and every gesture-

And in nights your look awakens

it will follow and rob my sanity

crazy notion my desires

for to have you only a dream

and to touch you a desperation

when my time becomes exhausted.

Tell me then beloved girl

If I lack your smile and gestures

and face my days without persistent

Could I then break away and free my heart?

You don’t know how my mind loses reason

when I’m still able to see you

and your gestures overflow all my yearnings

and your smile trembles my heart.


Please forgive me for the lack of flow in the translation. Strange how the brain cannot translate the emotions-

“I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
― Sylvia Plath

This Ache


This Ache


You leave me dazzled lost in place

aching deeply for a life far from reach.

But the torture of this ache feels so sweet

like a drug needing more,

so much more to embrace

when I scream but yet discreet

keep the burning deep inside

while my heart wants to defy

spread its wings and simply soar,

take your name upon my lips

and call out loud

this ache for you that’s not allowed

but keeps on thriving.


“I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.”

― Sylvia Plath





Your magnetic field encompass me whole

my wandering planets orbiting your sun

all across our distance when you are to call

I’ll answer “of course” lost in the trivialities

of an everyday meager conversations.

And if you must know underneath my tongue

hide the other words I would love to say

when your look entices fantasies to play

captured by the gravity of your constellations

I would love to speak of what hides inside

all the dreams I harvest but I would denied

if you ask again I’ll answer “whatever”

while dying inside to tell you “forever”


“One rarely falls in love without being as much attracted to what is interestingly wrong with someone as what is objectively healthy.”

― Alain de Botton

Exhaling Dreams



Exhaling Dreams


I long for what you hold,

blossoming beauty tenderly displayed

in the garden you nurture so well

for tire eyes to rest upon a journey

to places they cannot tell

or understand-

And you offer warmth when it’s cold

and company to lonely hearts

and weary minds.

And if I was to kiss your soul

and find the intricacies within

or if I was to have all the parts

that makes you whole,

would I abruptly discolor your dreams

and make you trivial?

Thus I must watch from afar

and not blink

when I  fear I am losing myself

in the dreams you exhale

with your ink-


“He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.” 
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

This Longing



This Longing


So exhausting this longing

curling up like bad milk on the top of my days,

restless soul when it sneaks in my dreams

and it digs, and it sifts

and it screams

for a something that stays

and scratches and lifts

a burning itch in my heart-

So exhausting this longing

flaring up like a fever all alone late in nights

when it tosses and turns

while it scorches and incites

all the wishes and wants

for a something that burns-

So exhausting this longing

stuck like glue to the thoughts in my mind

and it whispers and pleads

for a something to find-


“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

― Homer, The Iliad






In those brief moments

my universe expands at the speed of light

your eyes become stars and your mouth planets

your face becomes the sun

that attracts and ignite my wandering desires,

and I’m hopelessly lost.


“Love must not entreat,’ she added, ‘or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract.”

― Hermann Hesse