|I write poetry for all the women out there. Instagram @nachobandoni|
I was looking for parts of me that I thought I had lost,
and she found them.
I don't know how to love her quietly,
I love her for the way she said my name the first time we met.
I won’t hide my feelings,
and thirst for her.
I never learned how to quiet this fire in me.
But I could imagine that one day I’ll find that the light at the end of the tunnel
will be her.
Who were you before they broke your heart? The same person you are now but in more pieces to share.
Every piece of me is
like the salt of the ocean
I can’t taste your name on my lips.
No one can write down feelings,
and not everyone can actually
But don’t be sorry.
Don’t apologize to me.
We are lovers and
your jealousy proves
that you really love me.
The sense that I feel more and more alive every day,
as my imagination
is that I do not live in this world alone
but in a thousand worlds between my thoughts and yours.
We're throwing off sparks on each other.
At the end no one was going to get away with anything.
We are just reaching down for that moment when we should said something true.
She is like a storm
powerful enough to drown you
provocative enough to catch you
irresistible enough to erase you
beautiful enough to forget you
magnificent enough to understand how dangerous it is to ignore her...
Music is the most powerful and meaningful word
that I remember.
Since I was in my mother's womb,
I listened to classical music like Mozart and Bethoveen
creating a complex pattern of enjoyment, well-being and peace, which I can still feel every time I hear it.
Music is always present in good times and bad times.
It has the power to leave a memorable mark of a lived moment and will continue to do that, every day of my life.
I can not live without it. And I can not imagine a world without music.
It has the gift of transporting you to that moment every time you listen to it.
There is no better time machine than music.
Something had caught his attention.
He retraced his steps and could see how among the row of books that had just passed, there was an old white envelope with a gold trim, between several volumes of an old collection of stories.
It seemed important for its design, he opened it carefully pushed by his curiosity and inside he found a very thin sheet with handwritten letters of a scarcely visible ink.
He read them carefully.
“Today is the first day of your life when you will realize that time does not go back and you will want to take advantage of every minute you have left,
to share it with someone you love.”
that my heart beats faster than usual and your breath shifting and begins to tremble your body in short groans.
I could see in your eyes everything I can only imagine. Your kisses
are full of pleasure, my skin is your skin
the storm of our bodies shatered and drained away
into deep silky sheets.
For a moment
she can still hear
the timber of his voice…
She says hi! babbling...
clearing her throat:
“I feel you so close
that I never say goodbye”
A woman doesn’t forget words that burn her…
neither the man who started the fire.
With one hand he slowly pulled her towards him taking his body even closer to her
until their lips pat gently.
They melted into a sinful kiss.
It would be definitely a Bengal tiger.
I was always attracted by his presence,
his power and the respect it generates.
I would feel very safe having him always by my side.
I would sleep very quiet in the open
and we would hunt together.
I would travel America from the South to the North on foot and we would be very happy together.
She is my strength
my beautiful chaos
Yes, she is the one
who I’ll fight for
who I’ll die for
She’s the one who holds my heart,
the one who knows me from the inside to my ultimate lies,
because she knows how I am, better than anyone, she carved my soul from the day I met her
and knows exactly what I think about,
just looking at my eyes
and that my friend...
is the true beauty of the power of love.
I need to touch
your soul at night.
Through your lips
embracing the pleasure.
As we discover
our mutual needs.
is an eternal force
that wipes out
all sense of time,
creating unforgettable memories from the beginning to the end.
You and I
we are like
Roses are red,
violets are blue
I can't live another day without kissing you.
When I look in the mirror I see
all the scars that
with the passage of time are carved in my face
and had left their mark. Maybe the deepest ones
were of the most difficult moments
that I had to go through.
that a great smile
can wipe out
almost for a moment.
I go to a dark place
just to think about you. Without any noise.
I like that feeling
that makes me vulnerable.
My head is like an hurricane,
a mind blowing whirlwind full of dirty thoughts.
It is then
when I realize
that I am hopelessly addicted to you...
The smell you have
it reminds me
of something... something that my heart hide from another life.
From another time.
Your body glittered irresistibly tonight
and your lips tasted
like my deepest sins.
something was wrong
since I cross that tiny line.
We were young,
What I found was
the meaning of life
my purpose of being happy.
Inside my mind
all are upsidedown.
you’ll always be there.
I do not like
I love the infinites
The roller coaster
living my dream
since I met you.
How hard it is
to dominate myself
I think of you.
I’m falling apart
by my unbridled imagination.
We both know
when is enough
but we keep playing,
play with my chaos
and let us free.
I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the love you deserved.
Sometimes the magic of love
can be just an illusion.
a demanding sovereign,
which stuns you,
makes you shine
and moan with satisfaction.
Drop by drop,
without a moment of rest
that scratches the rock
of your body.
In this instant it would be much better to have you here with me...
She feel his soul approach
way before their eyes engage
she stare at his eyes
and feel her need to tasted
she need to read him
page by page
word by word
He is like a song that burns...