Naturaleza que surge, desde lo más profundo de la tierra hacia lo más elevado del cielo… Naturaleza que ofrece, abrigo, techo y cobijo a las especies que comparten su hábitat… Naturaleza que ...

Can I utter what my heart does? Lub-dub, lub-dub, the palpation sounds; Noising like silent rocks sputter On the Cliffs high, Thundering the forest calm, What, to many like me, science this is! No passerby, no ...

What constitutes the peace that prevails the yard where our ancestors sleep.. they who sought eternal peace after their frets and fevers... time stands still rendering relief... sedimented silence speaks volumes of the presence of their beings that jostled against the vagaries of time... they who had their say on things, their way of doing things... be it a poet a man speaking to men, the fretful housewife, the ploughman who ploughed and ploughed and never turned ...

A lighted lamp in my corner the universe aglow outside with speed of reeling galaxies... immeasurable stars criss- cross scintillation whizzing past the orioles, planets, comets all across the multiverse speeding inconceivable through countless light years born with the ...

En este viaje de reencuentro y verdad, Es tú amor mi experiencia y libertad, Sumergiéndote en mi profundidad, Soy polvo de arena de este universo en unidad. Rió de amor y agua viva, Estas destinado ...

I’m here, as faded afterglow; sprouted decades ago. What remains is the specimen of endurance; arching over all the mortal souls. Dear patron, I’m here, chagrined beyond shape; That can’t be refurbished. I’m here, bleary-eyed undead and wiped out, fretting over the past; clenching ...

Amigo Aire… Tú que eres el pintor de nuestro cielo, el soplo imprescindible de la vida. Concédeme el color que tanto anhelo para plasmar tu brisa y tu embestida. Permite que mi musa tome vuelo y ...

What happens When you don't love A flower bouquet? Love just sales and Becomes too costly. A store of love Goes empty Unless you Love an appreciative artist. A personal redemption Builds a rusted prison in you. The fragrance of boredom ...

O Captain! my Captain! O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, ...