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When?

Clouds appear in the atmosphere
and it looks magical!
They form in very unique shapes
and can suddenly come down as rain.
But it's not really magical.
It's awesome but it's no mystery.

My own atmosphere,
as the earth of vapor water,
comes to be inhabited
by plenty of thoughts about you.
And I can't think it's magical,
just as water cycle ain't.
It's awsome how you water the most
deepest aridlands of me.

Your existence drowns me from the inside,
your innocence makes me feel complete.
When are you gonna come and rain on me?
When are you gonna turn to me?
When are you gonna come and rain on me?
When are you gonna turn to me?

I feel my soul shining for you,
like a thousand suns of fusing energy.
I can't deny it sounds magical.
You're, in my life, unexplainable.

Your existence drowns me from the inside,
your innocence makes me feel complete.
Your existence drowns me from the inside,
your innocence makes me feel complete.
When are you gonna give a chance on me?
Are you realizing you are part of me?
When are you gonna give a chance on me?
When are you gonna give me a chance?

Condensation: precipitation. 
Decision: release.
Rain on me, you could shine with me.
Condensation: precipitation. 
Decition: relief.
Rain on me, water me.

Clouds cannot decide to rain,
you could choose to shine for me.

Your existence drowns me from the inside,
your innocence makes me feel complete.
When are you gonna give a chance on me?
Are you realizing you are part of me?
When are you gonna come and rain on me?
When are you gonna give me a chance?


When?
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Hacha sin filo por O. Adrián Lozano Garza se distribuye bajo una Licencia Creative Commons Atribución-NoComercial-SinDerivar 4.0 Internacional. 

¡Qué cerro!


Qué cerro tan hermoso
desbordando verde y amarillo,
aún tapado luces majestuoso.

Qué cerro tan seductor,
las nubes no se te van de alrededor,
no se te quitan de encima
y tú, derrochador, escurres y escurres agua
por todas y cada una de tus cañadas.

Qué cerro tan atractivo,
me llamas, me llamas...
ya te extraño y aún no me he ido.
Yo sé bien que estás vivo,
apenas te veo: te siento
y me invade tu espíritu.

Qué cerro que me robas sonrisas
igual que las bugambilias
que desparraman el rosa, morado y naranja,
los laureles blanco, rosa y amarillo
y los azares, con la brisa
que me envían su aroma .

Qué cerro tan hermoso
desbordando verde y amarillo,
aún tapado por agua gris y blanca,
luces majestuoso.


¡Que cerro!
© 2010, Adrián Lozano (abril)