Poems written by Nick

Dream
For you I was a poet, one night in your arms
with you the night become fire between your legs
and groons of love for your prairier
I loved, love
My arms envelop your waist
My hands draw your silohuete
and my mouth sew across your face
that my kisses had left
like water filtering through the earth
the proof of my love melted in your soul
and like sparks that jump out of the fire
I covered you with my kisses.
My stare left you naked.
I took the secret of your soul

Home
Home a place where I was born
A place to be comfortable
A place maybe far but in my heart
Always over the rainbow
Home always over the downs
And by the sea
And under the clouds
And in the breeze
To watch a family
Learn and grown
To come home from school
To tell what I know
But the one thing
That’s best about home
It’s always close
When you really need it

Song To My Living Soul
If I could sell
My soul to the devil
I’m sure I would
In exchange for a longer life
Just one day more
If I could
I’m sure I would
Some people say
and they’re no wrong
That life is bitter sweet
a little happiness
and for a lot of pain
Devil I don’t care
let me taste a little more of life
even if the day will be sad
Devil I don’t care
give me more life
a little more
and in exchange
I’ll give you my precious soul
I want to keep an feeling
what life gives me:
wine to get drunk on for the rest of my eternity.
crazy they call me
who cares!
crazy to grasp life
to sufocate death

Tired
Tired, friend
we want to awaken the guitar
so that it’s song isn’t drowned by the silence
friend
how tired we are
how tired
let’s go to look for the flight of the birds
to get away from sadness
friend
however tired,
we move the rhythim of the wait
so that we wait
won’t be the tomb of memory nor absence
friend
your will and my will
one day they will silence the noir of the voices
so that they let our hearts beat
friend
we are going, tired
but not destroyed
to take out the clothes
against the veils that cover the earth
this way, friend
is the evidence of the effort
to get out of the sadness

Untitled
When the words don’t reach
Where the feeling doesn’t end
When things stay inside
That the mouth doesn’t express,
When the soul feels infinite
How can I begin to explain that the blood
In my heart
Doens’t stop
It’s held back on the outside
And it stays still
Without wings
And they give it words
Words that don’t heal
The loneliness
But they try
How can I say
That what I want are hands,
Arms
And legs
That feel
That feel
The thorns of the way
The morning flowers
And above all your hands
That so many hands touched
And with mine they stayed
And above all your hair,
Your face
And your whole body
How can I say
That what I want is to love you
You
Just you

Wake Up
When the dawn smiles in a way
That the frost turns
into the warm milk of a fig-tree
Your soul, at least, will bathe in the prairie
and shouts to the sun that blinds you
«I was born to life»
then the sun will be extinguished
and your soul will take it’s place

this brings me years back! i so loved those poems, i got the handwritten versions and i remember i was so crying while reading them at the time lol!

got a lil heart , forgive my weakness lmao!xD

I never saw this side of nick before! i have to admit that i did cry too while I read them

girlie , u still have a LOT to learn about him haha!!!

i could speak for hours haha

lol then go lol i can hear you talk about him for days !

naaaaan, dont wanna give away too much lol! xD