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wooden Distance

The Charamusca is a cottage "alpine" in the foothills of Mendoza. For there were with the Heights by Those days with the moon in September. Hence the photo, here come the memories. Or perhaps the memories were already there, slipping through the ventana.Y each time the command to the blog, I always feel that the story I wrote to me. I do not care if I'm an imagination of myself, this is not the issue , because I'll write it anyway. Distance is a word that appears several times in the "geography" and the window of the action, bristled coat

DISTANCE (Alberto Cortez)

  Wind, fields and roads ... distance 
 
 how much childhood memories, love and friends ... distance 
 that have been so far. Among the streets 
 friends ... 
 distance of the old and beloved people 
 which opened my eyes ... distance 
 where I played as a child. 
 
 A heart like 
 guitar to sing what I feel. There 
 
 lived happiness ... 
 distance 
 that first feeling that she has fallen asleep ... 
 distance between the mists of time. 
 first love of my life ... distance 
 the attempt did not happen; 
 first poem of the soul ... distance 
 that has been in silence. 
 
 A heart like 
 guitar to sing what I feel. Where will 
 
 friends ... distance 
 who shared my games? 
 who knows where they have gone ... distance 
 what has become of them?. 
 will return to my stars ... distance 
 tell them my secret: 
 I still love my land ... distance 
 when I leave so far. 
 
 away A heart without 
 want to return to my village.  

be displayed Facundo Cabral y Alberto Cortez

DISTANCE (Alberto Cortez)

(6. What you feel your mouth water

I say no. But no, no.

Not

is you who puts distance

wood fire my thoughts.

That you're not and I'll think about it, I name or describe you

alleged in the words of poetry .

Love does not have to worry about things I say

but why you feel when your fingers

intertwine with mine and more, then yes

when lit by the fires of summer

so you undress from urban clothing

and later to dress you again

with skin burning desires.

will, then yes, those desires, that love

your trembling between his lips and my fingers

strings on your guitar back that counts.

So I think, I suggest you consider

you do not mind what your brain thinks rationally. That

asking you to stop, ordering your heart

High STOP! Enough to feel

passions butterflies in the chest.

I myself, of course interested opinion

would be better to pay attention to what you feel

when I look straight ahead

feeling that you live a new sun face.

Today, it is better that you care about the fire (of course for me)

and what you feel your mouth water to drink up

liquid in the morning, all summer between lips and turn

between the two, in the desert sand

all real fires

on extensive skin of desires.)