Monday, 24 September 2012

ON THE TIP OF - -


I'm afraid, this attachment will destroy my
existence, a bit of awe, that maybe
somebody will snatch you, 
from my breath, the 
longing of heart
without you, 
perhaps 
one day, not take the life, it's a lethal view,
whenever you've looked me with 
full of indulgence, the very 
deep, a torrent of 
passion,
turns 
around the situation, an unforeseen storm
often surfaced, life remains on the 
tip of naked sword, swinging
between life and death,
the smoldering
touch of 
your love, on those moment, becomes the 
emancipator, the soul comes back 
from the celestial world - -

  
Paintings of JUAN BERNAL