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Los Ojos de la princesa azteca By Kerby Marcelini

El canto del gallo ineludible no me puede despertar
Pero la dulzura de tu voz me quema las orejas
La capa de tu ojos es el circulo de mi corazon
En el baile redondo y dulce sin razon

Se enciende la cuna solo de la noche
En estos ojos, puedo ver la luz del futuro del mundo
Quiero cultivar el jardin de  tu ojos extravagantes 
En estos ojos, Me puedo imaginar el florecimiento de las flores de oro

Cada mirada me hara ciego
Cada gota de lagrima que derramas me embriaga
Pero por favor, nunca cierre los ojos esplendidos
Ellos embellecen  el fuego de la inmortalidad en el amor fuertemente

Kerby's Poetry: “The prickly crown”by Kerby L. Marcelin

Kerby's Poetry: “The prickly crown”by Kerby L. Marcelin: Abandoned   in the nocuous wind of the   hidden sins... Grew simultaneously with the tree of glory... I cry but beautify my tears......

Kerby's Poetry: “The Land Of Fire” By Kerby L. Marcelin

Kerby's Poetry: “The Land Of Fire” By Kerby L. Marcelin: We were forced to abandon our pulchritudinous land and family.... We were embedded as objects in this hellish sea... Our last memo...

Kerby's Poetry: “Sweet Hell Near Bitter Paradise” by Kerby L. Marc...

Kerby's Poetry: “Sweet Hell Near Bitter Paradise” by Kerby L. Marc...: It’s legal to say Earth isn’t a planet... Not my fault! It’s just a strange star with a hidden luminosity.. Its light’s simply invis...

Kerby's Poetry: “The Perpetual Winter” by Kerby L. Marcelin

Kerby's Poetry: “The Perpetual Winter” by Kerby L. Marcelin: With the fresh tilt of the Blue Planet’s axis... Number of daylight hours start decreasing.. the pulchritude of nature is being exti...

“The Perpetual Winter” by Kerby L. Marcelin

With the fresh tilt of the Blue Planet’s axis...

Number of daylight hours start decreasing..

the pulchritude of nature is being extirpated..

The waters become  the victims of the glaciers...

The mountains are dressed all white..

The sun is  frightened  by the voracity of the dark clouds..

The path of the birds is trapped by the inexorable wind...

The flowers are brutalized, and forced to dream out loud..

With the feeling that they’ll be conserved for the next game..

 Every sin will begin with an end...

Humans are now wishing to be as golden as the polar bear..

Million of mysterious deaths..

But tears can’t be less than frozen..

The Morning and the Night stop competing, finally both are chosen..

More than the mystery of the seasons...

It’s an icy heart....

Where the light of Aphrodite lost its path..

It can only be warmed by what?

All heaven can say is by the fire of love..