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Alex P. Jackson is an Orlando Florida based actor, director, and musician.
Poetry I like
I can write the saddest verses tonight
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
Write, for example: "The night is starry,
and the stars shiver, blue, in the distance ».
The night wind spins in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I also loved her.
How not to have loved her great still eyes.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I do not have her. Feeling I've lost her.
Hear the inmense night, even more without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the grass.
Does it matter that my love could not keep it.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That is all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance.
My soul is not content with having lost it.
As if to bring her closer, my gaze searches for her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, the ones then, are not the same.
I no longer love her, it's true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Of other. Will be from another. As before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. His infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, it's true, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.
Because on nights like this I had her in my arms,
My soul is not content with having lost it.
Although this is the last pain she causes me,
and these are the last verses that I write to you.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
Write, for example: "The night is starry,
and the stars shiver, blue, in the distance ».
The night wind spins in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I also loved her.
How not to have loved her great still eyes.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I do not have her. Feeling I've lost her.
Hear the inmense night, even more without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the grass.
Does it matter that my love could not keep it.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That is all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance.
My soul is not content with having lost it.
As if to bring her closer, my gaze searches for her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, the ones then, are not the same.
I no longer love her, it's true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Of other. Will be from another. As before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. His infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, it's true, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.
Because on nights like this I had her in my arms,
My soul is not content with having lost it.
Although this is the last pain she causes me,
and these are the last verses that I write to you.
Woman's body, white hills, white thighs,
you look like the world in your attitude of dedication.
My wild laborer body undermines you
and makes the son jump from the bottom of the earth.
I was just like a tunnel. Birds fled from me
and in me the night entered its powerful invasion.
To survive I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.
But the hour of revenge falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, moss, avid and firm milk.
Ah the glasses of the chest! Ah the eyes of absence!
Ah, the pubic roses! Ah your slow and sad voice!
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my endless desire, my indecisive path!
Dark channels where the eternal thirst continues,
and fatigue continues and infinite pain.
you look like the world in your attitude of dedication.
My wild laborer body undermines you
and makes the son jump from the bottom of the earth.
I was just like a tunnel. Birds fled from me
and in me the night entered its powerful invasion.
To survive I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.
But the hour of revenge falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, moss, avid and firm milk.
Ah the glasses of the chest! Ah the eyes of absence!
Ah, the pubic roses! Ah your slow and sad voice!
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my endless desire, my indecisive path!
Dark channels where the eternal thirst continues,
and fatigue continues and infinite pain.