Sighs

Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS



SIGHS

 

Air, sighs, gentle air,
air of the soul, repeated,
inhaling the world.

 

Softly light,
in that world of mine.
In the sky so full,
where there is everything,
a sky of angels,
paradise for seconds,
on my pedestal in the air,
on the trampoline of the clouds,
I sigh to stay a little longer
in that world overflowing with wonders,
where the flowers of love grow.

 

In that instant where things converge,
between the sky and the earthly,
in those sighs of the soul,
where everything is felt,
in that celestial pause.

 

In that secret alchemy,
where sighs are created,
where the soul empties its weight,
where the lungs and the heart,
where life and dreams join,
in that irresistible alliance,
in the magic of dreaming,
sighing.

 

In love,
that shattering love,
for which we create sighs,
in the love that becomes a dream,
where the earth is tinted with our sky.

 

In the love that swings us,
in that unknown place,
where the soul carries us,
where the heart,
where I
leap,
into love,
that unstoppable love.

 

I leap from the sighs,
I leap into arms and kiss,
a very strong embrace to love.

 

Alchemy of being loved,
in those eternal embraces,
where the sighs
are tinged with kisses,
where the sky
is kissed.

 

It is the light
of love
that engulfs,
in embraces
and kisses.

 

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SUSPIROS

 

Aire, suspiros, aire ligero,
aire del alma, repetido,
inhalando el mundo.

 

Suavemente ligero,
en ese mundo mío.
En el cielo lleno,
donde hay de todo,
cielo de ángeles,
paraíso por segundos,
en mi pedestal en el aire,
en el trampolín de las nubes,
suspiro por estar un poco más
en ese mundo repleto de maravillas,
donde crecen las flores del amor.

 

En ese instante donde converger,
entre el cielo y lo terrenal,
en esos suspiros del alma,
donde todo se siente,
en esa pausa celestial.

 

En esa alquimia secreta,
donde los suspiros se crean,
donde el alma se vacía del peso,
donde los pulmones y el corazón,
donde se alía la vida y los sueños,
en esa irresistible alianza,
en la magia de soñar,
suspirando.

 

En el amor,
ese amor rompedor,
por el que creamos suspiros,
en el amor que se vuelve un sueño,
en donde la tierra se tiñe de nuestro cielo.

 

En el amor que se nos columpia,
en ese lugar desconocido,
donde nos lleva el alma,
donde el corazón,
donde yo,
salto,
al amor,
ese amor imparable.

 

Salto de los suspiros,
salto a los brazos y beso,
muy fuerte abrazo al amor.

 

Alquimia de ser amado,
en esos abrazos eternos,
donde los suspiros
se tiñen de besos,
donde el cielo
es besado.

 

Es la luz
del amor
que engulle
en abrazos,
y besos.

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Comments4

  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of love that feels light and floating. Nicely written

    • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

      What could be better than adding a bit of poetry to the world, allowing us to travel through it without ever leaving our chair.
      Wishing you a happy life among bubbles of joy

      • sorenbarrett

        A wonderful thought

      • Friendship

        Nicely written

        • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

          A little love and imagination is sometimes necessary to brighten the world.
          Thank you for sailing in my small boats made of letters.

        • GoddessEYES

          Lovely poem

          • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

            Thank you very much for stopping by my words.
            May life be gentle and happy for you.

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Carlos, wow...this feels like pure celebration. There is so much warmth and joy flowing through it that I couldn't help but smile as I read. It feels completely immersed in wonder and affection from beginning to end. Beautiful poem, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

              Sometimes we distill the best of ourselves into small bottles of letters that we cast out so that, for a moment, happiness may shine and make you smile. It is the miracle of conveying feelings through words.
              Thank you for your kindness in always commenting on my little works



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