SEARCHING FOR A MOTHER

I'll look at the sea in the jungle and rivers,
In villages, towns and cities.
I'll look around the world to find you,
I will not let corner, any place.
No wonder where you have seen.
Already small in this jungle,
Ruled by shame, where looters.
The beloved that is life.
There is not a right that others worth,
So not even look at you, just think that there is a mother,
Suffering and crying your game.
With that right unhealthy and madness,
Snatched and your life, who thinks he's God in this jungle,
And for those who loved you suffer.
We were pretty down the street and never thought you were a mother.
Today that child is crying, you returned without further formalities.
There will be justice in this world, when the last corrupt
This behind bars, there will be no mercy to the penalty,
Alienates Whose lives at will, just punishment and more punishment,
By Marita Beron and his daughter.

    JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WORDS


The first time I said hello all, someone answered,
And we continue, we talk a lot, you got to know,
And I knew.
In political speak, you with your ideas I with mine,
But in that dialogue, I found a friend, a friend.
It sounded, he projected, inviting.
And I said why not? If you want the same as me.
Thus was born our friendship, founded on respect, mutual admiration, we joined the daily struggle, a common notion among
Everyone fighting for our freedom, defending values​​, mutual support in difficult times.
Other friends, felt faint and here we are with the word
Trying not to look hurt and help, it's nice when you say thank you from the bottom, you feel that yours served,
For more than a word.
The day will come, that our words, discuss projects joys of a better future, the words remain in the memory, the used secure other challenges, the written word, the spoken word, this simple expression has given us everything, fraternal friendship , common ideas, so I say friend
Endearing, also with a thousand words I command you love.


       JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

My first love



Green eyes, hair flying
LOVE mischievous smile
Saw you in the churchyard
My heart raced

TU faced glare,
A mine, an unforgettable moment
Of desire, ecstasy, and breathing,
BREATH OF LOVE.

IMAGE WAS A WOMAN,
NO TIME FOR THIS, THE FUTURE.
LIFE WITHOUT LIMITS, A MOMENT OF LOVE.
AS THERE showed up.

NOT YOUR sought me, me either
It was pure coincidence, or is LOVE
In my consciousness, woke vigor
Passion, and lusts of DREAMS.

WANT to hold you back,
IN MY COLD NIGHTS, in my solitude
You by my side, for a lifetime
BUT THIS TIME IT LASTS ONLY.
AND THEN IN A WHILE TO MY SOLITUDE.

Restrain myself at that moment,
Fear of losing you appeared to me,
I want to remember, AS THE TIME.
In the atrium of my heart.


                                JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

FREEDOM



You were born with man, to live with,
Your only limit is the thought.
Thought, move your thread freedom
Thought I ordered liberty.
And you obey, gentle, relaxed wait for your opportunity,
You walk along the paths, dividing joys, sorrows, dreams.
But you handle freedom.
No thought is your enemy is your guardian.
Prevents your excesses, your pulse slows down, dear freedom.
You're not a burden, on the contrary,
You live and die with the man, sometimes fighting,
Other in full calm, Brotas soul and hide with it.
You jump the life of a single pull, nobody punishes only control you
Dear freedom.



JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

TODAY HE PAINTED

Today I painted, beautiful things.
I painted dreams.
He painted what he paints a poet, in his madness.
But in my dream, I looked, the swelling of a body.
The jet black color of his hair,
The glare of his eyes,
The smooth, soft and fresh skin.
My gaze has settled on a sculpture of a woman.
It was perfection, realized,
It was the dream of a sick mind with passion.
I know of love as desired,
Nor have I thought of finding,
Only in my palette and my brush,
You made real and beautiful, you dressed gala.
Your eyes the color of the sea, dark green,
They looked at me tenderly,
Your gentle smile was reflected on the canvas.
And in the madness of this mind good,
Reviviste past loves, sublime.
Do not forget tonight I painted,
The pipe dream of my life.
I remain very guarded memories,
To have had you in my presence,
Through a palette and a brush.
              JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

Words of love


Gentle waves lapping,
And wet your slender body
Refuge thousand loves
Memories of old days


The time of life
End these beaches,
White sands await.
Sirens always arrive

Moon brighten my dreams,
That desbordas my passion,
You appeal to my memories,
Naked my heart

Always so far Star
That is my way wandering.
Tell me how much I lack
To reach my destination

Love that you went away,
Since I can not go with you.
You left me in this world.
So bleak, so far.
As soon, when God wills
I'll keep you in my hands

 


     JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WAITING

I'll wait for this day with my sensitive heart,
'll Pensarte my hours in a thousand ways.
Mirare the horizon, until you see your figure,
Unique, unmistakable wrapped in white robes,
The color of purity such purity, that one day I met.
It has been a long wait, at this time,
I never thought it was so painful not having you.
And now I realize that part of my world is not.
I look forward to your arrival on the porch of my house,
That was also yours at the time, and remains yours to your arrival.
You will not need to ask where you were,
I know your eyes will tell, and if a tear rolled your cheek,
I would dry it hastily with a handkerchief scented love.
If you reach the door, I find not despair,
Just call me, I'll be in the garden gathering flowers,
To scatter the petals in your path,
And greet women.

    JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

the eral

In a land eral've left my footprints,
That was arms, sweat and tears,
In a land eral've left my footprints,
That was joy, excitement and life,
I planted the effort,
Reaping the laughter, I thought of my land,
To nourish my life, I have spared no effort
In defend you with my thoughts and my word,
But also my arms to work you land.
In a land eral've spent my life,
I planted life in your womb,
You have given me great joy,
Dejare heirs who would say,
In a land eral my joy.
Suffer when I let go,
Because of this life, but that land eral stay,
In my country you vendita.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

ARGENTINA


Mother Earth, how many dreams deferred.
Much evil implanted in your womb
You were promised the world, promised land of other
No one could or you could not with the other,
Sos earth flag and dreams alone can not clear
No arms, no justice mind and dreams will be fulfilled
The enemy is not outside, it was always in your gut
Not the fault of outsiders, it's our fault
You gave us all climates, we brindaste your wealth
Just missing the mind, and organize all this,
You had bronze heroes, then came sludge
Along with them came the greed and reluctance
Each in his garden and a wall covered
He became blind and mute by fear and ignorance
The people you blankets, one day lost hope
They settled saviors of dubious path, you lied
And for the people blasphemed all, never knew
Even, give a minimal response, if only
I love my beautiful land.
They took advantage of you, with various utopias,
Never thought, never what you were cute earth.
Passed warlords who thought they were your own,
Never even looked at everything Mother Earth is yours.
Passed revolutions, democracies and totalitarianism
On behalf of the people all wanted the same thing
Save the abuse happened and its people,
Lying land is mine, just wanted to fuck
On behalf of oligarchy, you often bled
Then installed poverty as the cause of all evils,
Also she bled, has lost many children
In this class struggle, but all in vain
Because the truth is another, only if your children study
They can take care of my land.

        JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

FRIEND

Amiga far you are, where you encounter
In your land there in Colombia, or in space,
Virtual memory in your lyrics in your dreams,
Where are you friend, where you are.
He needs to see, talk and grow poetry,
She joined us in sharing lives,
Tastes led us by the imagination,
A sincere and tender.
I always remember when my hands to the keyboard perch
And I turn to my mind the thought of turning healthy experiences
It appears your saying you can image,
I will never forget your words,
You became unintentionally a reference in my writings
I know you come from a land that I admire
From all I have read, your people have given much
A universal culture and given me your friendship
Your friendship is not anyone's appreciation emotion,
No room for sadness or reproaches of an empty life,
Just read you the joy of knowing cent who speak,
So friend in these few words arrived,
In your natal Ibagué, with a kiss and a flower for my good friend

                                JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

LIFE FOREVER

I have loved my life forever,
I've left out, my pride, my pride.
Powerful man, a scholar of fate.
I want life to be your friend, I do not quarrel with the world.
Just wanna live, my present and my future,
Let go of that past of confusion, and delirium.
Lead me in the path of truth and wisdom.
Let me fly through the meadows, Clear the fog from my eyes.
Make me strong way in me, enlighten my mind,
Give reason for my existence, I will return with love,
All your effort sweetheart.
I want to be happy in this world, watching high the horizon,
Look at my opponent, apologize for my mistakes,
Feel free without strings, without jaws in my mouth,
Scream to the world here I am this is me,
Because this is my life that I love, and that
Never change.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

YOUR LETTER TO COME LATER

Been late for my life, my love,
Only memories left of our great love,
Years have passed and it is too late,
Will fate or maybe yours mine
Or is this life of ours, both defended,
The one day just said, it's over.
Not look guilty, it was us.
What we did not realize, what we lost.
Today only the scent of the flower,
When passing the spring will wither,
As so often, waiting for another cycle.
Same as today.
Do not despair all returns, as these letters,
Coming and going constantly, until one day,
It appeared the postman, and stare at that mailbox.
Days passed years, a lifetime,
And now you've had your letter,
It's too late.

  JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

REASON




We have, because of so much struggle.
Of eternal misery, frustrations several,
Only attempt to seek the good,
Or waste of time, in search of gold.

If the reason was a mere utopia,
Of minds lost in a desert.
Why waste time in looking for you one day.
Just having you, my reason for living.

Leaving you in oblivion, would be impossible,
If you are part of my life itself,
Give me some reason, to make the side,
With so many hardships, my reason for living.

The time is gone, with his long strides.
Nobody understands me, I feel petty.
Seeking in the corners, this hard life
And I need you with me forever,
Give me a reason joy of my life.


JUAN VILLANUEVA

SPRING



You arrived, bringing spring into your saddlebags.
Lost loves, old memories and distant encounters
I wait for the day, again, sitting in the square
In my humble people, waiting to see you, as so often.
Full of hope, a new love, understand my days glad,
My dreams scorch my cause, with all his love.

're Only one day, starting a cycle, dresses, of blossoms in bloom.
  Birds chirping, on green trees, singing their anthem with passion.
There are only remnants of the cold winter.
But weaker as time passes, you've earned spring
Imposing your color.
Start your estapa, Ms. Del various flowers time of endless love
From squawking, that eternal flame of love scents,

Love, you were born that spring, full of mysteries
With many questions, what will be my love?
My love, My love of the future
Or just!!! Love!!!!!
                     

                          JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

LIFE


The afternoon is consumed slowly, quiets the bustle of a day,
Comes with its freshness obscure, quiets the sap of trees,
The day has been hectic, very earthy, comes the calm pure
With its essence. It displays the scent of flowers,
Feeling the barking of dogs, guarding the territory of their masters.
Another day was spent, like so many others have gone,
This happens everyday life.
It is expected many things every day, is renewing hopes of tomorrow,
Counting failures at night, or toast the new achieved.
Life happens and happens, the man goes on and on,
A route is the way drive, studded with stones,
Creeks, and plains.
Test will overcome every obstacle life in your way
Complete end or shot, enjoy your life fully,
Or just stay with the bitterness of not being able,
Life is hard I know, skip many obstacles in my way.
Do not tell me how much, you've lost.
I also leave shreds in the fight.
But I can say that I've won.
Over how much I have lost.


                     JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

TRIBUTE TO WOMEN

Weep with envy who saw you,
Equating man in his adventure,
Do what he did, no matter what in this life.
Mourn those you loved, because they never understood your message.
If the owner of this world, the Queen Mother.
Because now you can cry,
Imposing your thoughts, discuss their occurrences,
Being equal and with restraint.
In your wisdom and life depends and millions of them.
You'll be the judge of injustice, who committed so many men.
You will have the wisdom of a mother,
At the right time you touch.
You will be mourned by your children and your husband,
I admire those who hated you,
I surrender cults exegetes of the past,
Shall tears on the faces of the gods.
Because you won there, in a thousand ways,
You have been a mother, father and life.
Woman thousand resources.

     JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

A NIGHT'S DREAM

Today I want to ask, the dream I've had '
You were in my way or was only illusion,
You took me by sidewalks, hallways and attics,
You looked for catches, landings and stairs,
Remember the Night agitated, tense, passionate.
That dream I had, when I wake.
It was a fantasy of love and lust,
Breathy sighs, love red hot,
Beats desperate increased their pace,
But it was all a dream, a dream around,
I do not remember your face, only your flesh,
Your raven hair below your shoulders.
Your bulky body, in the moonlight,
Chiseled, perfect for a Greek goddess of love.
It was just a dream, of my twisted mind,
Or remembered a past of some distant love.
I would like to see your face, remember who he was,
Me out this thorn, hiso I hurt,
It was just a moment in a rough night,
They went through my mind the memory of that love.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WOMAN
Silence in the night, bringing a thousand memories,
From somber love of the past,
From that first love, fond memories,
Tell me where you are, and go on your quest.
I'll find the essence of your perfume, your skin,
The smell of your mouth, mine recorded.
Nights of joy, pleasure nights.

I'll look at the time, in a thousand ways,
In every moment, in every corner.
Only when you find, glimmer of life
It will be that time of sweet pleasure,
Knowing that even exist, go back in time.
And become a woman.

Not ask because we moved away,
Only import the to see you again.
Woman of many dreams, woman of my efforts.
Woman woman of my memories., Woman.

If I could one day return, timing,
I ask, because they spent years
Because died yesterday because we separated.
If so we wanted, which was the infamous occasion.
From our farewell, woman., Woman.

Only you would say, because they sought me,
Thinking about the memory of so much happiness together,
You forgot me, or just spent time
Blurring the moments, that love, eternal.
Jury between the two.

Finally, I would say that the dream of my life
There remain, clinging to hatred or resentment,
Reproach, blame.
You just have strokes, in my eyes,
In my hands, in my whole being. Women., Woman.



                                   JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

MOTHER



You who gave me life, you gave me love
You who suffer, when I cry, when sick,
And when I leave.
If one day I left your side.
It was not for lack of love,
Others took your guard,
Without even warn,
That's why your pain.

Never lower your arms, fighting for your rights.
Never again in your day.
It give you my love,
But I'll be watching,
With the eyes of a child.
SOS mother courage, fighting,
It adversity.
I from heaven, I look
And I admire your passion,
Mr.'s by my side.
I send you all my love



  JUAN VILLANUEVA

NIGHT


The night comes, with his cloak of darkness.
It hides itself, busy day
From thousands disputes, love and hate.
With reason and without reason.

I see the star in the sky,
As smiles elves, the last day.
The gentle breeze clears, the past,
And prepare the new day.

Sunrise different day happened.
New energy, new sensations,
But the night continues,
Eternal mystery, diffuse light,
Long way.

Night when the mystery there, you have it.
Only you know that the universe is formed,
Only you, know that we are, we
Where do we go, if we sleep or work.
If you love or hate.

I offer my soul, my dreams, my memories.
My loves my hatred and resentment.
I offer my life, limitless darkness,
Give me, my day, my night my loneliness.


                        JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

FUTURE




You speak of love, if you've party
If you left everything on the landing.
You threw, dreams, struggles and life.
For a beginner magician and fantasy
You left me alone with my pain and bitterness,
Do not look back down the stairs, find nothing
With a look of hatred and suspicion,
Only emptiness will respond to your eyes,
Look no forgiveness, no tears
Try to live your present, sweet melodies,
Remember not past is the past,
Just look at the life, enjoy it,
Unfurl your wings, fly, forward,
Leave me to my pain that I look at you
The past is past, only memories, old tyranny.
Get on the uncertain future reyuno, galloping through the world
In search of another life, forget your troubles, your bad thoughts.
Smile, when you can, enjoy the future
Do not let the past, invading your mind
If you ever break your life forces
Do not forget, you had a past love and earth



             JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

SEA


Breezes, coastal walking,
Storms untamed, in the vastness.
The sea, fearful, fearless, unstoppable.
With different colors, rage, and calm winds.
It takes us from one side to another, for love on land.
A nothingness itself, in the brig, in its white waves
It reflects your life, your wandering path in the future, your character,
Strong, brave your mettle.
Blame the winds that invade your space.
You keep pisarte, by that meteor,
Chit battles, epic, dangerous.
Your curling waves, with formidable forces,
Defend and attack all at the same time, do not measure your strength.
Only you defend so much abuse, wind enemy gets scared and leaves.
Then you calm, gradually calms your strength.
Seagulls plan, with hinges of joy, calmed your rage,
Your old friends, they land softly on your body.
Been hours, without food, began his fishing.
In the old friend who feeds.



                               JUAN VILLANUEVA

NOT SHUT THE VOICES

When voices are silenced,'ll stay orphaned and alone
It clouded the sky, earth will be sad,
There will be no birds chirping or flying butterflies,
Only murmurs of complaints, travel the roads.
No see, that enemy, because it will be hidden,
Waiting for that moment to nail me his spear.
No one knows at what point will the harpy, murderer
And on behalf of any power, take away everything I have,
I will not have, someone to defend me, everyone will be asleep,
Freedom, a word silenced in oblivion,
And I'll just be a feather from nowhere,
Just stay the past as vivid memory,
They can silence the voices, but never achieved,
Deviate from my path.
I will not stay a moment waiting for that destination,
I'll take a fight on the street, with ideas and thoughts,
I will not let a moment, to seek my freedom,
Fight for what I believe, with pride and dignity,
Just ask Mr. currently hard
To illuminate the thought and let us not forgetting

                      JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

Children of War

May someday stop wars,
Watching the eyes of children,
And apologize for such hatred,
How to explain to a child that his father,
He died in a war of cowards,
Desktop other men,
They used it as an exchange of madness,
What a freak of fools,
They sent him to wield his own death,
How to explain that it was good,
If you only knew your name,
If you only saw on film the horrific death of a war.
How to explain to a child who is alone,
That a man who calls political or military
Snatched innocence and childhood,
Warlords think that,
You can not compare a happy child and his father,
With egos, whims and negotiated or a,
Cloth flag.


     JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA