teclas anhelantes

hacia la tira de tiempo que no actualizaba.


He aqui mi primera poesia escrita en ingles
no pense que seria capaz de escribir algo decente, pero al final estoy orgullosa con el resultado.



If I close my eyes, I can see you.
If I listen, carefully, the wind will bring me your melody.
But I can shout, that you don't hear me.
And Do I envy, the keys that sound
for kissing the tender hollow of your hand,
whilist my poor lips, blush to see their boldness.
But I am happy to hear this amazing melody
that they distill your sweet fingers.
With gently, you walk your hands by the perfect piano
that yearns for your caresses that create poetry.
Maybe you could paint with your music,
a better world for all.
A place where to be happy.
A place where the word love has the necessary importance.
If the magic keys are happy with this,
give them your hand, but your kisses for me.
- To Nick.