lunes, 18 de septiembre de 2017

If you will tell them ...







He still continues his perfume of my breath...


Her hands flutter inside the blouse of my memory.


Her legs embrace the cadence of a kiss that
It trickles through me.


Her eyes capture my stubbornness as a restless woman.


Her mouth, if I told you how crazy that mouth is.

How greedy she is, when she decides to know my hiding places.


Better not continue explaining what happens in me,
When he look at me...


They would go mad, as I am becoming.





Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
September 17, 2017

SI LES CONTARA...






Aún continúa prendado su perfume de mi aliento…


Sus manos revolotean dentro de la blusa de mi memoria.


Sus piernas abrazan la cadencia de un beso que
Se escurre por entre mis adentros.


Sus ojos apresan mi testarudez de mujer inquieta.


Su boca, si les contara lo loca que es esa boca.
Lo codiciosa que es, cuando decide conocer mis escondites.  


Mejor no sigo explicándoles qué pasa en mí,
Cuando me mira…


Se volverían locas, como yo me estoy volviendo.








Carmen Pacheco
@Erotismo10
17 de septiembre de 2017

domingo, 17 de septiembre de 2017

THE TIME…






Only the time
With his infinite wisdom
Will make find it you
My life.


Only the soul
Recognize another soul
Only God
It will put us in tune.

No matter what happens the harvest
No matter that I have not kissed him
My hands almost fly towards you
But I understand that the moment has not come.

If my skin wrinkles
And her hair itcovere like snow
And we would not have lived our moment
Keep in mind, that neither time
In His Eternal Wisdom
Will make forget you, my life






Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
September 17, 2017
Author photo: Maryna Fatseyeva

EL TIEMPO…







Sólo el tiempo
Con su infinita sabiduría
Hará que lo encuentre
Vida mía.


Sólo el alma
Reconoce a otra alma
Sólo Dios
Nos pondrá en sintonía.

No importa que pase la cosecha
No importa que no lo haya besado
Mis manos casi vuelan hacia usted
Pero entiendo, que el momento no ha llegado.

Si mi piel se arrugase
Y su cabello se cubriese de nieve
Y no hubiésemos vivido nuestro momento
Tenga presente, que ni el tiempo
En su sabiduría eterna
Podrá hacer que lo olvide, vida mía.



Carmen Pacheco
@Erotismo10
17 de septiembre de 2017
Autor Foto: Maryna Fatseyeva

domingo, 10 de septiembre de 2017

What will be...






I will be with this melancholy forever?
Will this stubborn heart not give way to mourning?
It will be that spring of love and desires, which springs up inside me does not have a up to this point
Why in my silence you sound like a bell.

Will be that my body will not cease to perceive you
It will be that despite my daily tasks
You find time to wallow you in my mind
Will you be something I did not finish in my previous life?

There are many "Will be that" for my taste
I go back to bed and continue to roll all over her
A kiss goes through
Through the pillow.

Another sigh finds me in a corner
I have been doing this for several nights
The most funny of the case is that I do not remember you
I do not bother to remind you
You just appear through my padlocks.
For me, you were impregnated on the walls
You're like the ghost of an old house
You appear from nothing and with your creaking of bones
You make mi body shudder

A few days I jump for joy
I think I exorcised you.
I do not feel you and I smile again
But other days... Other days you remain as an anchor to the sand
There is no storm to get you out of my depth.

Are you one of those loves that take time to leave?
Is it that at this moment, you do not even remember my name and I am thinking a useless feeling?

I search for what does not exist
I hope what will never come
Oh! Sad desolation, how can I make you shut up?
I cannot forget you that are the sad reality

And it's not because of your body or sex
I think that when I solve this puzzle
I can completely get rid of this feeling
You did not leave, you're still in here.





Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@Eroticism10
Septiembre 10, 2017

QUÉ SERÁ...







Será que estaré con esta melancolía por siempre
Será que este terco corazón no le dará paso al luto
Será que ese manantial de amor y deseos, que brota dentro de mí no tiene un hasta aquí.
Por qué en mi silencio retumbas cual campana

Será que mi cuerpo no dejará de percibirte
Será que, a pesar de mis tareas diarias encuentras tiempo para revolcarte en mi mente
Será que eres algo que no terminé en mi vida anterior

Son muchos “Será qué” para mi gusto
Regreso a la cama y continúo rodando por toda ella
Un beso se atraviesa por la almohada
Otro suspiro me encuentra en una esquina

Llevo así varias noches
Lo más cómico del caso es que no te recuerdo
No me molesto en recordarte
Sólo apareces por entre mis candados.
Para mí, que quedaste impregnado en las paredes
Eres como el fantasma de una casa vieja
Apareces de la nada y con tu crujir de huesos
Haces que se me erice todo el cuerpo.

Unos días brinco de alegría
Creo que te exorcicé.
No te siento y vuelvo a sonreír
Pero otros días…
Otros días permaneces como un ancla a la arena
No hay tormenta que te saque de mis adentros.

Será que eres de esos amores que tardan en irse
Será que en este momento, ni siquiera recuerdes mi nombre y esté yo cavilando un sentimiento inútil.

Busco lo que no existe
Espero lo que nunca llegará
Oh! Triste desolación, cómo puedo hacer para callarte
No consigo olvidarte, esa es la triste realidad

Y no es por tu cuerpo o por el sexo
Pienso que cuando logre resolver este enigma
Podré despegarme, completamente, de este sentimiento
No te fuiste, sigues aquí adentro.



Carmen Pacheco
@Erotismo10
10 de septiembre del 2017

martes, 29 de agosto de 2017

MAY FREE SOUL...



Someone once said to me, "When you feel the joy of being free, you will be happy." How sensible those words were.

We came to this world to learn, which at another time was not fulfilled.

Unfortunately, we are not provided with memories to be able to amend the path outlined above. On the contrary, we are thrown into life with the only hope that we have, half cultivated our hearts and in that way to be able to find the way that we left truncated and incomplete.

Sometimes it is difficult for us to take care of the calls made to us, they can be signs that are placed before our noses and at other times they are sensations that warn us that we should or should not do. Such is our self-centeredness that we believe we are the ones who direct our lives and fall back into the same error as before. If we listened to the intuitions and we were silent a little, surely we would hear beyond what our human ears can translate. We could hear falling from a leaf, the noise made by a child's tear, when it explodes in those sad eyes, or the silent conversation of two lovers in the distance, who without words can be heard. Also the dying of the day and the sound of the dawn. That way we could find the end of the thread of our skein.

Freedom, what it is to be free. Many think that talking about freedom is to do what we want, say what we want, eat what we like, etc. Today I understood that this is not true freedom.

Sitting on the sofa in my house, alone and in silence, I realized that I was free. My mind has reached a level of calm and tranquility. She is silent and perceiving the sound of life.

The movement of the world I know it and many times I am affected situations that occur in it but are not able to scare the serenity and when that happens I turn to me and breathe looking for the peace that I finally got.

¿Easy?  Is not easy. There is still much to go but I have imposed a way of life and I would like to follow it to see how far it takes me.



Carmen Pacheco
Lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10

August 29 2017