The breeze ran through my face, waking her from inner dreams lived. The finger of dream come along my face and died in the kiss I gave him.

The smile happens golden, as cornfields of summer winced a thrill, when the bodies sweated like crazy fantasies as waves in a rough sea that sometimes comes and goes.....

The fat moon launched its veil of moonlight, involving the hearts and making them in a only one, in that eternity.

Jorge d'Alte

LONELINESS

The cups to collide,

the party roars,

the throats burn in ethyl

minds are full of mists,

euphoria arrived.

I cry the melody,

but the chorus is over.

Black!

It's all I see,

They called it loneliness.

The sidewalk echoes,

takes steps downcast.

From the midst of the shadow

dawn grows

the sun is reborn

and you, love?

Jorge d'Alte