ALL I ENVY

 The dream had been a spasm

Created in your naked sleep

It had enlightened the mind with amazement

Drew on the raw linen

The face of desire

All I envy

For I am loneliness in the middle of the wilderness

Lips moving in love rhymes

They left in the night at the end of their night

Shaking hands entwined in your modesty.

Jorge d'Alte

PAIN

The pain was there bouncing!
She stuck there, stuck there
Her smile was breathtaking.
She had found an address right there
in the heart made in pieces
How good is this taste!
Sipping pus into simple loaves
and deeper and deeper, shredding
O delights never found!
Cry out for sadness your friend
Flame for longing embraced
They come together like this for a fight
Each one tries without mercy to win
Sadness casts a tear now
Longing insinuates to throb
But the pain laughs at them and at the time
Throw another spike and stick


Now it's the soul that feels and groans
And right-handed sadness throws its punch
Trying to put yourself in front of the helm
Longing retaliates with distance
Now the anguish was called
But the pain ultimately
no longer prick, it is inflamed wound
Infecting the blood with more pain
Gnawing on crazy desire and emotion
Breaking the streak of love once and for all
Leaving a soulless and heartless being.




Jorge d'Alte

DREAMS

Today was a day of dreams
I dreamed like I never dreamed
I threw away those sad days
And I drew your face with my smile.
I was taken to these full moon skies
At the tip of my lucky star
And I found you stuck in that web
Where sadness swelled like a north wind.
I heard the sound of your tears falling
Like stinging strings playing
I took your soul with love smiling
And I spelled love on a low heat
Then the clouds came and took me
In a flutter in abundant desire.
I found you on those lips that kissed me
Sweet fatigue that I share with you
Sweaty skins like the dew of dawn
They cracked in that feeling of sharp claws
pronouncing on the devoured flesh
that love and passion can be dreamed of.






Jorge d'Alte

How I hate you!
I see your shadow hovering,
dark about me.
Your eyes devour me!                          
Your claws cuddle me!
Tenderness burns me
Oh how I love you!
I like you in the dark of the night!
Expectant wish that you pull my legs apart
And then, I cry silently, my love
I want more and more of this ardor
I'm pulling for you!
I want you mine!
And at the end of this fire, I think
How I hate you, my love!                                      
How I like you, my stupor!
I do not know what to do!
I do not know what to want anymore!
But far from you ... no !!
Because I hate you forever
And I do not want to lose you.
My love!


Jorge d'Alte                                                      

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On some spring days I can see your smile                
There in that sky where the angels fly
In many ways it is still very much alive
Cause the love you gave me I kept
I see the world in the steps I walk and step on
I see in her eyes the pains that people
They tell me places I never suspected
Tell me that death can be so alive.
She saw the world through my smile
She told me that the dream spell was our way.
Found paradise beyond the stars                                            
She took me in the breeze that flees like fragile twig
Hand in hand taking me taught me how to fly
There in that sky where the angels fly
The dream was the way to reach me
And now together we fly where the angels fly.





Jorge d'Alte                                                    


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May be it’s a beautiful lie
All this that you say to us
But we’re sure you dream
For a sucker of love
Somewhere a lewd eyes, shines
In a edge of a smile
Fantasy and mystery are there
All our feelings blow away
Heart beats strongly, inside
Tenderness is, in the hands that touch our skin
The mind flows and spins around, as a wind mill
While the mouth, lower whisper
Words of wisdom and love
May be it was only a dream!

May be it’s only a beautiful lie!


Jorge d'Alte


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In the jungle
A cry of pain
Each one shoots
Sharp words
What turns into blood
And the streets are rivers.
Full of rags of hate and rage.                
The white and calm snow
Fall in petals slowly
Missing steps that mark a life
In his corner, a child's play
The toy is a real weapon - alright
That's all they know.
All they need to play
And your day is the night.
Your empty souls
There is no joy and love
When guns sing - it's rock and roll
And they dance between shots.
Falling on the ground, looking at the sky
Then God wakes up
Send your angels - ask why?                                          
Songs of birds
They are ballads that do not know
A turbulent sea
Inside grows
Waves of blindness
That comes and goes
How could they hear
In feelings of storm
This is the fight full of greetings
And the streets are rivers.
Full of hate rags and rage
Grow as the trees grow
Your arms are curls
No leaves or flowers
And they will always be children.
But your smiles are pitfalls
Where the hunting falls
And the streets are narrow
Where the shadows become demons
Crows of souls                                                
Fool gang


Jorge d'Alte

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