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.

HOPEFULLY

Hopefully the one you love, could make a thousand songs,
Tell a thousand memories,
And I hope that the day will not make night
Hopefully life will bring a thousand reasons,
And not tears of anger, that cloud your eyes,
That burn your smile,
Hopefully the one you love, what you could not give you,
That eternal smile, the scent of flowers,
The silence of love you both need,
To realize how much I have loved,
How much you've lost,
In intense search of a better life,
I wish that life with kisses and flowers,
With deep flavors,
Let them remember the day I said I love you,
And stay in your memory,
And in that love as diverse repertoire,
Remember my name was called,
Love

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

REFUGE OF LOVE

On this gray, rainy night,
The wind that comes and goes,
But no matter because it lights,
From the big city, I say that these fences.
This journey that despite everything,
It winds down, let the memory of my loneliness,
Back the days when love,
I rescued.
The day is gray clouds come to look for me,
But appearing on the horizon, the lighthouse that gives me signs,
I've missed you, because in my conscience,
You were just you and the night looked slow,
In the thinking for you.
Think your love life is to think,
I have with me, and I in your love infatuated.
And do not understand why in this world,
Because love us both,
We suffer for love,
I do not know, I do not
Since I do, I can only look to the sky,
And look at the earth, ask a haven of love.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

GIRL

Girl wander the world,
In search of love that you did not see,
That you had in your hands,
They stroked her hair,
You caused her sleepless
That his eyes were tears,
Of passion and bitterness,
When you leave the presence beautiful marked his life.
Girl wander the world,
I want to tell you that life happens,
As a swallow migrates seasonally,
But love always remains,
And begins the path of nostalgia,
From years ranging from days to become sad,
The winter snuggle your dreams,
Fall will bring flavors,
But spring will bring you no flowers,
Love you left yonder,
Not only his eyes,
Girl wander the world,
You will not have the nectar of dreams,
Nor the hope of love.
JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WHEN

When they ring the bells of my land,
No one was left immune to the sound,
Because tell truths of life,
And weep messages of love,
Where men left hypocrisy
And lies in abundance.
When they ring the bells of my land,
Just be wailing and sorrow,
In what could be done and not done,
From what we said and ignore God,
We'll see tears in abundance,
And he will not tell you or the morning
When they ring the bells of my land,
We will not because we will all be guilty,
The ones we saw when four living
Destroyed everything in the name of nothing,
On behalf of their welfare.
When they ring the bells of the land will be late,
Because love lost forever.
JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

BACK WHEN

When I return, I'll be all you think,
But never hesitate to tell you what I want,
From caress your beautiful face, love your sweet body.
When I return, I will tell you a thousand things,
I have spent, in my solitude within the waves,
Where the sea is scary.
When I return I will say that I would not,
Feeling and your reproaches, I just want to feel,
A I love you an I love you.
When I come back and my life will be other,
Because open past by thousands of dangers,
Where the waves were mountains,
And my boat just drifting paper,
With my dreams as heading,
And love is my hope,
When I return I will be the same,
But the world will changed
For love will have triumphed.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WOMAN AME

That love that went and left me his dreams ,
You will know That even the hope ,
Or have forgotten so many nights of love ,
That crush you braid my soul ,
Where each showing a new petal pink ,
That love still hope .
From looking at your face , look at her body ,
Where a flash of my life back to love ,
I want to say That although she forget ,
I will never forget the spring ,
Neither your dreams .
And in every woman's eye I seek Their Own ,
With the desire to find,
And hold her in my arms forever
Power stroking his face ,
Sliding my hands in her hair ,
And whisper in her ear still love you .

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA
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MAGIC

The magic is lost,
He has been with the times,
In the trunk of memories,
The magic of your eyes,
It has been sad and nostalgic,
The magic of your laughter faded,
Just left your lips,
Closed with horror.
The magic of love is just magic,
When it touches the lie,
Or just the desire of the moment,
As an ephemeral space of time,
Where a beam of light recalls the life,
As an act of love,
The magic only exists
When your love beats,
Among my arms.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

BUENOS AIRES

Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires, my sweet,
Where the history of man stay in love,
Where to walk your seats, holding hands,
With the sweet woman accompanying my time,
Buenos Aires, few vivid memories of times,
And how many of those loves nostalgia,
The Plaza San Martin to be displayed,
Or Lezama park to hide the trap,
From mother insidious, for her teenage daughter,
And when a Saturday without filter,
Loneliness nagged, go Constitution and Eleven,
In search of love.
Buenos Aires, the city he loved and who loved me,
Today you look distant, taciturn,
Since the Rose blanket not platonic love,
Today only see gatherings of moments,
Today at night I only see fear.
The street florida mandatory walk around love,
It has become no man's land,
Where the thieves with sharp weapons,
  They play with life, and do not understand love,
How sad Buenos Aires.

When love is lost, and all run by fear,
Eras Silver City, by the love of beauty,
And you've become one city,
Where in your hallways born loves,
Today is only the memory of another life.
Dear Buenos aires.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

A STAR

I see a star that lost in the far sky,
I do not feel neither you breath, woman in love,
I can only look, full of promise and dreams,
And the time and distance has bored life
Where ever there is now only thorns Roses,
I see a star that lost in the far sky,
Who spend my time in a thousand poems of love,
Stigma left me for who think they will say,
Not think that life is much further
Where stars die, many thousands born,
I arrived other loves to repair that loss,
And despite the distance one should be encouraged,
It will come with new flavors, woman in love,
Respirare between your mouth, feel the scent of her body,
Will I be able to look her in the eyes and ask her arms,
Do not be afraid of life, do not be afraid of love,
That together we always
Love rescue.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WHO TOLD YOU

  Who told you you were my mistress,
If only you were a wind,
From the pass while on earth,
If I just wanted your trust,
From a friend there in the distance,
Today I just want to tell you the truth,
They just want to be your friend,
Not your boyfriend, or your lover,
Only the bird flying in your way,
In every moment of your life,
I hate but I will have in your skirt,
In every moment of your life,
That I who loved you dearly,
The fool who knows your life,
From the first cry,
From the first shout of joy,
Where Dreams Begin,
Of life.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WHO WILL BE THAT WOMAN

Who is that woman to kiss me,
When I leave this life and,
Where I've suffered and I've died so many times,
Where is the recall only lived,
Where love was short-lived,
And there were only dreams,
Who is this woman that I cry,
And who loves me beyond this life,
Where only remaining roots of my step,
In the distant sea of memories,
I just carries such nostalgia of this life,
And stay my seeds,
To sprout buds of love,
And scatter all over the universe,
With memories and anecdotes,
In a life lived in the silence,
From men.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

DO NOT WANT TO HURT YOUR LOVE

Do not want to hurt your love woman in love,
I just want you to think it's you,
When you love pink in hand,
More intimate of your being, when the heart beats,
And only rain reproach your life,
When love is just a rumor,
From dead lives to be,
And only time you see parading,
As a wilted flower fall,
Do not want to hurt your love woman in love,
And feel your cries for forgiveness,
When you lost the injustice of life,
Full of love, without perhaps
A glimmer of love in your eyes,
Just let sadness where there sun,
And since there are only clouds of life,
Close to poverty,
Where dreams die.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA
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TEARS

Tears of love, tears of pain,
They are rivers of water rushing down your face,
Where express feelings,
And leave footprints of love, or tears,
From pain and fears.
Tears of sorrow and feelings,
From that nostalgia that remained in the air,
Of the love that you never got,
O love that I take life,
In the incomprehension of a meaningless life,
Tears running without hesitation,
For the cheeks, your face sad,
Where only your eyes are crystals,
That trasuntan time
  With a sheen of tears and joy.
Crystal Tears, my kisses,
Walking, your life.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

THAT DREAM

That dream that comes to me,
Recalling my land, where I grew up,
In the bushes where I played,
If a man, a man,
That only became man in the bravery,
In difficult times and hardships,
Where only love of my parents,
It was the sweet life.
That sweet to know as such,
Only in the memory and nostalgia,
That dream that comes to me,
Where I felt the dagger of love,
When I was young with neighboring field,
When she held my lust,
In dreams of youth and hope,
That dream that comes to me,
With the love of the years and the memories.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

BECAUSE

Because you were not clear,
When you said you loved me,
It was only an outline of desires,
From who is confused,
Faced with life.
Because you were not clear,
When you say you love me,
When it was only a moment,
From a Song of Despair,
You never thought you were talking to,
Just think to your self,
From desperate woman.
Because you were not clear, in your word,
When the world is full of lies,
And the anguish passes through my life,
Because you were not clear,
In this life.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WHEN PASSING TIME

When time passes,
And all think of love,
As a vain memories,
In other times, in times past,
It is when we flood, fears,
We are alone in life,
And time overwhelms us.
The return of the sorrows of life,
And we feel that it rejects us,
Or magic of fate, when you left me,
When you left, the man,
Who I love you into unconsciousness,
To think that you were always,
And when the same thought,
They were eternal life.
When time passes,
I was left alone with his eyes,
Rota by time.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Chiquitina years now changes,
Disguise of woman in love,
Where your dreams are just dreams,
In a mad poet in the distance,
He who loves with passion and unreserved
In a world that is troubled,
Today chiquitina year change,
But do not change your essence of woman,
From one who loves life,
Despite her fantasy man, `
Because you're a mother to life,
Where your chicks you claim,
And where are your wings to protect them.
Today chiquitina change of years,
But your love is intact to life.
Never die the love that you deliver,
In every sentence of your life.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

TODAY YOU WERE

Today I went with a simple silence
And you left me alone with my time,
Where the pain was in my chest,
That love so much I felt,
Beyond time and distance,
Not got here never gonna know how much,
I loved you.
It was just an attempt on your life,
From rebelliousness of your life,
And you forgot the man,
The man who loves you so much,
Without knowing or thinking that the,
He loved you, and when he spoke to you,
Just gave form and life,
There are love what I have suffered,
With the warm silence of your silence.
I'm just saying you'll always be in my memory.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

MY HEART

My heart crosses the seas,
Where I see your life percent only,
Love the distance.
That distance overwhelming,
That saddens I feel eternal,
On each trip, which only vaguely by the sea,
And my only thought is yours,
Even when the waves hit me,
Only your wife are in my dreams,
In my lover pure unconsciousness,
The dream of you every day and every night,
And to see the stars of the sky clean,
And feel the cold of the ocean,
Just want to feel you in my arms,
And feel the warmth of your body,
And your kisses, your eternal love,
And in life.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WHO WAS THE LOVE

Who was love,
In a deserted ship,
Where lack the mainmast,
Where the ratchets are chipped,
And only see the lighthouse yonder,
And the sea that only brings the nightmare,
From waves crashing with life.
Who was love,
The sailor who takes risks,
In his daily adventure of living,
To get ashore where they are,
His loves and hates,
Where is the lover who is waiting,
In the dry canyon land
To give her love and lust,
Amid hope,
And desire.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WHO WILL BE

Who will be this love,
I get by drops,
In my body dry of tears,
Just come in clusters of sun,
When my body needs water,
When my life just breathe,
With cries of life, love,
Who will fill my heart,
No delirious their sorrows,
When he realizes,
That man is one man,
I hope that woman on the landing of my yard
Where the birds scream their claims,
Of Love and fights,
Who is that woman to fill me with your life,
After ostracism,
From a life of ignorance abused,
And love.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

HUNDRED YEARS

One hundred years of solitude, are nothing,
When you live life without trouble,
When I exhaust all their fantasies.
In one summer night,
Where love went through life,
One Hundred Years of Solitude is not death,
If you have lived a life of lust,
From balconies, porches,
Where the dark plugs your feelings,
And there were only rumors.
One hundred years of solitude did not feel,
Because in the middle stay perfume,
From a rose in spring,
And let the past outbreaks,
On the threshold of the house that you loved,
One Hundred Years of Solitude alone is a century
Where did you leave your footprints.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

GLASS TONIGHT

On this night of drinking,
When the mist fills my head,
That haze of alcohol and cigarettes,
I feel the strong beat of your life,
That strong life you gave,
For the alpha stronger your pack,
Where the fields are leagues
Where the horizon is only sun,
And look through the distance,
Only a mere desire to impatience,
The scent of your body is wind,
And the smell of it gives me air,
To tell you how much I love you,
Woman acoplaste you to dreams of a life,
From just looking at us with love.
From only feel love.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

WHO

Whoever you so that clouds my life,
In my twilight of life,
When there were only memories,
Who's you woman
The female that revives my life,
Just a word,
Of love, where the passivity of man,
Gives way to debauchery,
From a past lived in madness,
Who's you woman
They call me with the sweet scent of your mouth,
Oh you're a woman woman only,
And is the meat that I lack,
When life becomes indifferent,
In a day of rage and feelings,
Because you gave me life.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

AND I FORGOT

That crazy story of life,
Where love makes fantasies,
And the wind takes the flavors,
There is only one moon as witness,
And the stars depart for their purposes,
Where the passage illuminate, loves,
In many just waiting.
That crazy story of life,
Where I just play my chest,
And I feel the beating of my heart,
In search of answers,
That response that never comes,
Why deprive the presence,
From Commitment absurd
The years, as if the guarantee,
In your life, or the immunity of your desires.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

MUCH

It is much to ask you to look at me,

When I ask for your eyes only,

In my life you travel angel,

Like a web of passion,

Where to leave my dreams and my life,

Woman have awakened.

It is much to ask you to look at me,

With the eyes of honey,

In a hive of love,

Where're queen mother of my dreams,

Oh woman you carry my dreams for the world,

Where I'll be a sweet of your dreams,

So just ask your look,

That look of honey and sweetness,

That alone would take part of my life,

In every moment of your being.

Oh love.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

MY CHILD

Oh my child, my child,
You're the life of my life,
That'll be the man who follows me
Where to stay my blood,
Where to live my dreams,
Oh my child, my child,
That one day you man
And today only sos tear
In the not your father or your mother,
Today is your day, as a day was mine,
In another era, where the need,
Raged.
Oh my child, my child,
Many memories overwhelm me,
But these you to heal,
Just look into your eyes,
And stir the hair on your forehead,
Happy day child.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

FEEL

I feel that you walked away from my life,
As a sailboat, away at sea
And you left footprints siren
Penalty is not see you in my life,
As mistress of my sea,
Where your waves moving my life,
Of that so beautifully,
Where there was a future,
It was uncertain, but the wind,
He waved the candle of my life,
Sorry you got away from me.
For only a life incest,
Bought in harmony with the laws,
Where all human remains alone;
And only the heart cries his innocence,
There remained the history of life,
That you do not you encouraged to live.
Eternally.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

A NIGHT VIEW

At night if you let me see,
Watch your face with your honeymoon,
Where everything is dark,
Just feel the sound of love,
Wherever bodies speak,
And the man's expression is life
At night if you let me see,
Look at the face of my beloved,
That sweet smile of his mouth,
That hot vibrating her body,
At night if you let me see,
Tracing the heavens with my fury,
The man who loves his madness,
And just cries in her silence,
At night if you let me see,
Remember it with all my love,
And mourn with all the feeling.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

THAT DREAM

That dream so far that leads me,
Where forbidden, not so,
And your wrist image,
Love gives me drops,
And I just looked at your picture,
As a story.
That dream so far that leads me,
To think of you and look at you like a dream,
Of those who never life
She has given me, nor have I come.
That dream so far that leads me,
To spend my nights in silence,
And look at my life in,
Looking because you're not with me,
On this cold morning,
When the stars twinkle,
And my dream is to be in your arms.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

IF TODAY COULD

If today could look into your eyes,
The tears would run like rivers,
And your mouth would channel
To my kisses.
If today could look into your eyes,
It would take you in my hands,
And take you on trails,
In love where life shine,
If today could look into your eyes,
I would tell you how much I have loved,
And how much I love you.
On this long night of my dreams,
Where you exist only in my mind,
And my loneliness squeezes souvenir
That love is so great that,
Woman've done in my life,
If only I loved


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA.

NO TIME

There is time for everything,
To love and be loved,
To go from tears,
A joy, but a condition,
The love of life.
There is time for everything,
But only you must have it,
Because nobody occupy your life,
One may imitate,
But not the same,
Because you are unique,
And only you know what you feel,
There is time for everything,
When life happens,
But mistaken for love,
It is more painful as time passes,
And we feel an empty heart,
And it turns dusk of dreams.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

BUENOS AIRES

You have made Buenos Aires,
In the name of progress and madness,
You're not the city, silver,
  You have become, in fear,
Gates and fencing, where good,
Enclosed live with fear,
From the culprits and murderers.
You have made Buenos Aires,
When there was neither night nor day,
Where your streets teemed with life,
And now only blood stain,
And with tears, the one who cries,
And you do not understand. For he knew,
Another life, where fun,
Walked your streets, with joy,
And today only see poverty, not future
Where there are only tombs of the past,
Huddled in a corner,
From memories, where there was life,
There were only ashes.

THAT LOVE

That love yonder,

That leaves me sadness,

If they can not see it,

Feeling his arms,

Loving her feel, the smell of her body,

Love Eses yonder,

What I miss,

Every moment of my life,

Just stay the rumor of many dreams,

In a life lived in harmony,

I arrived soles,

Of a new life,

Where to start forgetting,

And it would only be a memory,

Of having loved,

Where dreams away left us,

That love yonder,

I will always remain taxed,

At the heart taxed fire.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

YOU GET AWAY

You get away little by little,
Like a ship at sea,
There are only contrails,
Of a love that took him away,
You did not think you loved pain,
Just think in your life around,
You were a mermaid in my days,
Fill you with love and praise,
But just looked at your joy,
And you left my life in the past,
In search of another dream,
As if replacing the man,
Whether it was just a change of name,
How easy is life for you.
But the time came for errors,
Where will remember the love that I have given,
On more than one night,
of loneliness and sorrow.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

MY COUNTRY ARGENTINA

Argentina land of warriors,
We fight for the invasions,
We fought for independence,
We fought for the war of the warlords,
We fought in the Triple Alliance,
We fight over Falklands
Never have fought for a better society
Cut ears from the Indians,
The real owners of this land,
We fought for ideologies extemporaneous
We give an account one day.
That the true country expects,
On the arm of her children,
To those who gave them shelter.
Argentina sick memory
Seems like just yesterday we were not in the trenches,
Forget the brother who fell under a spear,
Or the brother who fell in the Falklands,
Argentine happens to us.