Luis Gil de la Puente

Wholesome hearts,
well deserved friendship,
good chunks of truth
wrapped in cigarette smoke.
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Let´s find new chalk
for the spring coming,
burning ideas,
more wood, please.
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A cold shower
Is a good way
To open my eyes.
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To the chosen,
Those of evil stare,
Who spread weeds,
And administer venom,
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I keep dreaming of horsemen
waiting for me in the distance.

Some remember the days
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Walking some days
the light of the plains shines.
A fresh wind blows over the green wheat
and the greyhounds come running to me,
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Coming back home is like opening the doors again,
like getting in the past with the hope it might change,
But sometimes the future gets there first
And sees us coming.
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I´ve discovered angels
in her look.

Their moves reveal them too,
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You ask me what happened all this time.

You arrive.
The eyes I loved so much
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One step forward,
Stand up, please.
Let me explain need and virtue,
the mystery gravitating around you.
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In the time of being lonely
I often think of you.

The wings and the invisible power
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My eyes keep getting misty this winter.
So much quiet cold at night
just to wait for you in the morning.
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We can appreciate the energy in art
and feel strong in the transfusion,
but then time keeps dripping,
the curse of the beauty drinker.
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I keep dreaming of horsemen
waiting for me in the distance.

Some remember the days
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I wish the rain could speak of You,
sweet sad sounds
of rain drops dripping,
but no music can help.
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I talk to you
through
somebody else´s
poems.
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En un palomar, ancha es Castilla,
Una paloma incuba el huevo del rapaz,
abandonado a su suerte,
a las tardías heladas.
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No mirrors for the broken hearted.

You are still hurt.
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I never knew I would be a long distance runner.

I´ve lost the drive to win
and my voice has become sweet.
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Horsemen on the horizon
upon a hill
keep looking at me
in the distance.
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