THINGS I LIKE

THINGS I LIKE

I like the smell of wet earth,

afternoons of autumn wind that sweeps

the leaves, the streets and I on the balcony

feeling in my body to caress need

of nostalgia that hit, miss you.

I like the edge of the beach, gentle sea breeze

involving my body and bringing the wind

the noise of waters lash the rock

and a certain nostalgia to take over the place.

I enjoy moonlit nights, the streets deserted,

May clear nights, red wine and rasping

drunk without hurry, hurry dawn

and comes up a conversation, come tell me you.

I like strong coffee, Cuban cigar,

A Piazzolla tango and a poem I entrails,

just to see if I can materialize feelings,

reveal my secrets ... Maybe you know?

I like to sleep late, laziness invades

my bed, my room, soft pillow

remembers his chest, so tender, so warm.

Their legs entwined, attached to my

and a torpor takes a rare and special pleasure.