You’re perfume stalks me. I already realized it and sometimes is kind of annoying. The other day I was at the movies by myself and yep, it was there. He thought I hadn't noticed but there he was following me again; I have thought that sometimes it leaves you to become my spy, to know if I like

(Late post from November) A million moons ago we orbited in the same space. I danced in your winds, never fast, never too slow. The force of gravity separated us and it is the same that brings us together again. I have my star, but his smile was my favorite one, became Tereshkova to reach the st

Tengo un nudo en la garganta Me aprieta pero no mata. Un sentimiento tengo, no sé si coraje o un desierto lleno de sentimientos. Mejor o peor, casi igual Querer a alguien que elige no hacerlo o querer alguien que quiere alguien más. Ni mejor ni peor, mucho menos igual. ¿De verdad nadie ha muert

It’s not always about you. Sometimes it’s about us and not a third involved. Some people ask me about you, not because they really care, but because they don’t have anything more important to say. I don't want you to feel less than any other feeling Are you even listening? You make us feel an

Nunca me he considerado escritora, de hecho, no creo que sea un título fácil de llevar. Lo escribo en serio. Esa palabra tiene tantas cualidades que puestas en una balanza, se rompería. Conozco el miedo, siempre me observa desde la distancia; esta vez se me sentó al lado y debo confesar que f

ESPERA Por, Williams Manelich 12\07\2017 ESPERA LLQIMA Y fue de esa manera, que su luz atrave

Staring at you. while I lay on the night sky I see your face. I see your eyes, your curls, your grace, I don’t want to stop staring in any case. I see stars that transforms in your arms, I see your hands, your fingers Playing your guitar. So close and yet so far, Even as an astronaut I couldn’t

Another afternoon, contemplating your eyes, again disguised as twilight, with the sea whispering your kisses, our memories dancing in the wind and walking on the grass of this place, this place that has been ours. ... My heart flutters, every afternoon, feeling the sweet warmth reflected by

Afuera hace rato que no hay sol. Adentro hay luz incandescente. Energía pura que se hace mía. Luz propia que se nutre de la lejanía, energía que nos une a repelernos, luz que nos ciega para vernos. Tan cerca que estamos lejos. ¡No te vayas! -exclamación de la realidad-, Realidad que dejo de exis

I think to write things is the best way to remember then and you are definitely one of those I want to never forget. As I lay in my bed, solid memories dance around my mind making it hard for my entire body to rest. Thougths... dense thoughts those that i can truly feel.

Confusión Por, Minelli Minelli Horizonte a medias que pasa frente a sus ojos. Ojos que arropan cualquier alma, con calidez. Esculpido con la perfección de la naturaleza que le da vida. Y es así, que se da cuenta. Cuenta de que la vida es noble. Nobleza que nace en el interio

It took me a while and few mistakes to realize that, If i could dream a perfect life, it will all start and end with you, for I can never, ever feel, the way I feel when I'm with you. The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasure experiences, all were greatest things with you because darlin

"To the moon and back" a classic and romantic saying. This is the way in which people express their measure of love, but for me... it just seems not to make any sense, for him... it does not even apply. Maybe an infinite trip can get a little closer to my feelings and all the constellations to di

Your dreams... Have an unknown romance with mines; You can not imagine what they do. Acting this dream, trapped. Feeling inside Shakespeare's mind while writting the sonnet XXIII. Passion becomes music, music is passion itself. I feel art when i dream of you. wondering, are you dreaming of me t

Manejar en la República Dominicana se ha convertido en una maldita odisea. El dominicano es un jodio indecente que no respeta las señales de transito, y mucho menos a los peatones. Pero lo que mas me enoja son los motoristas, deberían de quitarle los motores a to coño. No soy como esos hipócritas

MACHERIECE POESIA 2017 Nota, se integran poemas (enlazados): Su alma libre (2017), Su felicidad (2017), Se pierde (2017), Son sus ojos (2017), Alegría (2017), Pasado (2017). Por, Williams Manelich