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