I just want a moment of peace

I want to go, I'm tired 

I just want a moment of peace
I just want to live again, I just want to go back, and return to the love that I left,
ask forgiveness for the time, beg for words of love.
I want to go, I'm tired, I just want a moment of peace.
I just want to start over, and laugh at what I didn't laugh at, hug what didn't hug me, and feel happy again.
I want to go, I'm tired
I just want a moment of peace

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

BLAME

Let me love , one and a thousand times, but every love, I leave something in me. Sometimes I felt guilt, I thought other reasons , invented by me, at the end of time . I can not feel guilt, or feel the joy of life, only infamous moments , in the memories of the time. Love is feeling, reason to be sure, anxieties go inside, I love outside. In a few verses I say , I have loved at times, penalties come now , with the passage of time. JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

IN YOUR KISSE

Rest in your kisses,  the passions of life, in your arms I coat, in a home with logs, your look takes me , the Olympus of time, I love you shudder ,  the touch of your fingers , the perfume of your skin. A love song is your smile, your beautiful mouth,  the most beautiful songs , which can be heard , and a chorus of silence, I will yield my lips , the cute moment you stop singing , the sky will open, when you do not breathe , and a rose petal , engraved with my name , It poses it forever , in your heart, the woman of my life, so I love you . JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

A GLASS

A glass of wine, a cigar between my fingers , memory that comes to me , of times past. Amores reborn , in my fevered mind , penalties passed, They loves arrived . I remember a girl , it was pure passion , when the night was , He forgot to say goodbye. I was in love , a time of his life , It was no more time, she intended. Years pass , away , time is lived , are very nice memories, with a glass of wine. JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WASTELAND

I have no time, to take a walk, my fantasy world, I just want to tell , I found love, in a vacant lot , full of fragrant flowers . I shook my gaze, just to see it , and I felt in my veins , a torrent of blood , the flush of my face, it was noted in her eyes , and she with your indulgence , I look with love. I felt a desire fragile , to hold her in my arms , I dreamed one night , know your eyes , stroking her hair , at one time , and the wasteland that make it mine , but this was a dream , and this moment was real, needles in my body felt , stitches in my chest , and pain, not to say I love you , forever love. JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

LOVE THAT SO FAR

Who could tell what I feel.
As the hours pass,
And do not you see, only my heart,
Throbs from impatience.
By not looking at your sweet letter,
Full of hope,
This love so far that I can see,
Where to start my dreams.
Who could tell what I feel.
In this cold winter morning
Where the withered flowers,
They miss the warmth of the sun,
And I miss your voice, and the look in your eyes.
Or is life that lasts you so far away,
Where the sun gives heat today,
That I have not, how to get to your chest.
And fill you with kisses your cheeks,
Having your body in my arms,
Feel the fire of your kisses,
And look at the eyes of my beloved.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

THIS LETTER

This story that started in a joke,
It became love,
And became a passion and madness,
It is the story of a love like no equal.
This story began one afternoon,
It became night and early morning,
Dawned with more verve,
Toured our lives,
As swallows that migrate through the roof.
It's story that began in confidences,
Love has scored grooves,
It will leave footprints in our lives,
He watered the sigh of a letter,
And grow in the turmoil of this world,
With a song of love and hope,
This story from your life and mine,
And maybe one day become public,
When accompanying the love and patience,
Is love letter is just a letter,
In this love you love at a distance.
And dreams of your life.