SONETO X
I
Ended here the hope in this sonnet I begin my praise
everything was an illusion and in hell there will be no more love
the lushness of the lyrics makes me shred and suffocate the heat
in Hell nothing remains, only punishments and much wrath in me.
II
O sin that you took me from my abode, you take me away from this land
poetry is my consolation in unheard-of fire, I am the victim of war
my heart is gagged in words of hate I am rhymes and darkness
O love song of more than so many angels and demons in me you go.
III
In Hell where sins drag me to my dreamed love
I'm a pity I'm a bastard in this sin-sized sonnet
I'm in prison number 666 and here the spirits are a bad grade
mornings, afternoons and evenings I am like all beings with zeal I am beaten.
IV
O sonnets of the most cruel sin the passionate soul in golds and pearls
In this refuge I am an instrument song broken in tears.
never been sung so much music of a poet of million dreams
for in this fire that consumes eternally I in the solitude of you thought.
V
The clamor of clouds of fire and smoke and in the distance a wolf, beautiful howls
in prison 666 there was only gambling the fear of betting and shouting
this sonnet makes me a condemned in many in the weird hell
but still betting and losing eyeballs I'm a damn.
VI
O lord of darkness and lust let me go from here be lascivious
I that much made me pity if he did in m'alma a bandit farce
Hell with its worms that eat my flesh in fascination
O hellish prince how can I have room to cry if I'm so ladino.
VII
I cry in this sonnet and I glimpse in the distance the paradise good homestead
O angels, take me henceforth out of mercy, but I know that I have no truth.
I am a poet and I will suffer the just rhyme of the gross and cursed in the wild 666 home
I suffer from a perfect dagger of thread that tears me through wild thistle.
VIII
O lord of the dark lord of chimeric violence consort spectrum
can a little let me die of passion and brilliance of this death
because I will walk towards the fire that is less warm in the far north
this is the poet's story in the carnal Hell of unlucky spirituality.
IX
O my heart is being suffocated by such calas
that a holy angel pity me and in hell I find roses
it is the paradise that elected me in this thought of the hellish said glories
Hell is small in the case of a sadness to hail hail.
X
I am a man, die all the concepts of philosophies that minds
lied the passions, lied the gods, lied the fortune of me alive
O darkness that slowly as an AC of misery of slanderous fear
I am an ingrate and I do not know what love is, I am the poor eagerness of you suddenly.
XI
paradise is right there my friend, empty your cup and be happy your ledo
do not be afraid of good, of love and of no one, or deny your fear
enjoy the pleasure of the goodness of the happiness of the chimeras of the beautiful bosom
and bathe in the cascade of crystalline waters that flow from the noblest veins.
XII
Feel the passion of the disease that is healed, the Seraph that loves to burn
In this sonnet I want to take you to bed with ejaculations of rich pleasure.
feel the grace that flows from the ocean, the ocean that the waves do make
and we will enjoy the succulent grapes and the honey juice to satisfy.
XIII
The Inferno was an illusion, the delights of passion formed the sweetness, love
my way of loving is different, save in depression hope and pain
I know what you're thinking, you're thinking about my heat.
XIV
Let's go to the horizon of legends and lusts in bed and the seventh heaven to walk
in room 777 are the raspberries and the fruit juices of us 3rd dream
the breasts and the lips of honey on sex and the songs of this dream, curse?
XV
I am a friend who writes so much and does little, but in the gods or power
I want to see the dreams of this life, this life an ambrosia of living
I will go with you to the heights of Olympus and on the bed of Helen well to require.
XVI
I am celibate and I pretend that there are no better choices, I am your O God
In this epic I am life, in this sonnet I am Osiris, in this poem I am Zeus
from room 666 I will enjoy the 777 nights of passions to the veil, my heavens.
Never in the bed of Pan and Aphrodite was sung such madness in the middle of spring the sonnet of the desperate soul ...