.:: WAITING IN QUIET

Dusk at Little Harbor

This time nothing is looking for love

Among the barn, old house,

the story poles and ropes.

Boats, boats no sea air

Drizzle accelerate the dark.

There is also an eagle flaps

Alluding to the somber,

swish-day run swim

Persuasion will find the base.

Not moving

And now sleep lost ground and water waves

No longer. I own.

Walk

Along the peninsula, still stuffy hope

Once arrived at the end and all good-bye

Of the four beaches, mellow finish to her with folded arms

To the friends ... ... ... ....

TOO BORED TO ALWAYS LIVE ALONE

I really want to like them

every time to be together

at the time of making out

at the time joking joy and sorrow

own, always own

only self, no one wants to close

heartbreaking life

I wanted to forget for a moment, and try to walk to live without it

but what?

boredom that I have in mind

so that makes me tired of life alone without girl graceful caresses.