The Sweetest of your Kisses

When you wake up so early
your eyes are the lanterns that light my way
and if I lose consciousness you’re always there
next to me, although I didn´t ask for it.

I love you because you are permanently
loving me, taking care of me,
protecting me from that cruel past
which threatens to face us again.

And I love you and I take care of you because you are my love,
so beautiful, so ideal
for this poet who dedicates his verses
to your sweetest look, to the sweetest of your kisses …

©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Guatemala City January 27, 2017


Do not forget that you can find all my poems and phrases in English, in my section: English Version Thank you very much for reading me.


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All the things that I have are worthless. All the things that I dreamed of as a child became steamy. I am a slave to the price you demand for your kisses, for your body and your sex … I am a slave of a price that I cannot pay …

©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Ciudad de Guatemala 21 enero 2,017

It will be something beautiful when you understand that I do not write just so that you read me. I write to you to print out my soul in the back of your notebooks, on the walls of your neighborhood, in the first and last letter you’ll write to your most loved ones…

©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Guatemala City January 12, 2017

A December Thing

Winter appeared at my door
with the trace of my former loves,
he built with his hands a sad star
and in his eyes the ice still wanted to cry.

And I ran so far that I forgot the spring,
it’s a December thing having to remember
that once there was a much better time;
It still hurts me to think about your sweet kisses,
I will never forget your beautiful taste.

—I still love you in the same way I need silence
in the nights when I’m frustrated … Thinking of you…

©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Guatemala City December 1, 2016

Your Naked Sky

I want to write the most beautiful poem in the world,
prudently draw each letter of your name to remember,
kiss our moons again, kiss our stars
and mourn with joy to remember your naked sky.

Love me in the distance if you need it,
name me with your clenched fists
when your partner fails you, when you feel so alone,
so much that you cannot take your memory away from my touch…

I’ll see you from a distance because I need it,
I’ll take the kisses of your mouth in the eye of my hurricane,
I’ll love you like a nice house that I want to inhabit
wishing my luck change with your presence one day;
the same day that you’re going to want kiss me again…

©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Guatemala City November 30, 2016

‘Not that’

You said while I brought a kiss to your mouth.
Fear trembled on your skin and I noticed it.

‘That yes’

I said looking at your lips as the carnivorous night
stare at her innocent prey …

©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Guatemala City  November 26, 2016

Our Same Dream

It rained,
cherry trees grew,
it drizzed,
hardness in the open cuffs …

She kissed stars in the sky,
her shadow was beautiful
and her taste was a gift.

She never was wrong, never was wrong,
in the silent step of a heart within a song.

My love woke up so happy,
murmured secrets in the stillness
as the rain dampens the peaceful fields.

The next miracle, I believe,
it’s still being written in our same dream …

©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Guatemala City November 15, 2016

Home

You are the center of my breathing,
a moment of peace on the battlefield,
the star I always watch from my window …

And I´m with you because I want,
because you are my peace,
the home I always missed …

©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Guatemala City November 13, 2016

Part Of The Same Language

It’s not that important
the language in which I write
or in which you read me,
we are part of the same language
which we learned by dreaming so many motives.

We will play to decipher the stellar light,
while poetry opens our wings,
blurring the sadness of us
like a story that once filled us with emotion.

And a comet will come to contemplate
the prodigies of every shared dream,
the hope, of each new awakening,
that lives entangled in each heart on…

As a world in which the word is able to dilute each weapon.


I dedicate this poem to all of you whose native language is English and who follow my page with the help of a translator, I will write much more in English for you I promise. Thank you very much for being. (If you find some grammatical error please let me know, I want to write with excellence for you too)

©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Guatemala City November 12, 2016


VERSIÓN EN CASTELLANO

PARTE DE UN MISMO LENGUAJE

No es tan importante
el idioma en el que escriba
o en el que tú me leas,
somos parte de un mismo lenguaje
que aprendimos al soñar tantos motivos.

Jugaremos a descifrar la luz estelar,
mientras la poesía nos abre las alas,
desdibujando la tristeza de nosotros
como un cuento que una vez nos llenó de emoción.

Y vendrá un cometa a contemplar
los prodigios de cada sueño compartido,
la esperanza, de cada nuevo despertar,
que vive enredada en cada corazón encendido,
como un mundo en el que la palabra es capaz de diluir cada arma.

©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Ciudad de Guatemala 12 de noviembre de 2016