I am missing the invisible

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,

and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you... Pablo Neruda

I am missing the invisible...

Invisible eyes, that look at me when I up

Invisible face, the one that touch my skin

Invisible heart, the one that beats 

inside of your invisible life

in from of my eyes 

I am missing the invisible love

that hold on in the invisible room

I am invisible... as you can see

By Maileen Torres Rodriguez

Unknown voices

By Maileen Torres Rodriguez 

I must tell you

That I miss the voice 

Of your voice

The sound echo

that make the voice of your soul

I must tell you

That I miss the eyes 

The one  I see on my dreams 

They whisper...that come within  

the echo of your distend voice. 

I just need it to tell you

that I miss you.

No voice!

The echo voice of my soul

The soul that embrace my all

Oh where do you cover your eyes

soul of love.

My unknown love.

How can you find my soul?

Can you even see me? 

Between this broken morrow. 

If you ever care to fly

Images from the internet.

Hidden!

Between the universe and the light, one finds the flowers that they can smell from the distance, as you, since you are the soul of this flower, which my soul reaches...

Hidden!

Contemplating the mystery mirror of your soul…
Are you there?
Or are you lost within the crystal light?
I am awaited the touch between my eyelashes
Your breathing reflected throughout my eyes
The beating of your heart
Is latent in my forehead
But I am not the one…
The one that immerses the gaze on its crucible transparent
They are the pigment of my conscience
Reflecting the face of roads
The barriers that perforate the wisdoms…
Hidden... I look for you.

Are you there?
Lost in the horizon of the times
Hidden among the fantasy of love
Screaming inside you...

Are you there?
Lost in my horizon
In the roads without bridges
In the endless depths of my existence
In the love that is lost
Within my consciousness…are you there?

By Maileen Torres Rodriguez
December 23 2011.

Dreams!

Why should I look at you?
When your soul is empty inside out...
Why should I stop?
When I always find another door open,
To see you at the gate upon my heart,
I ‘m the shadow who gives you all
So many thoughts to share
In the darkness of our life and all this energy to give you
It is lost you see!
Unlike those who hide the truth
I tell you what it is
You don’t want to know
What it is inside of us?
Can you hear?
Can you feel?
Can you come behind my door?
I just want to be free
And find freedom upon our soul.
Can you come and I see
What behind the door of dreams.

By Maileen Torres Rodriguez
November 20, 2011

What it is you see?

And there you are?
Looking at the star...
And I could not see,
what it is inside of you.

There are my father eyes.
And I walk away,
forgetting to say goodbye
Wonder if he knew,
the love I keep,
inside my heart for him

And there it is me
Looking at the star
Try if I can see,
If I can comprehend,
The treads you let behind.

CopyRight@M.T.R.

By Maileen Torres Rodriguez
November 5, 2011.

No matter...

No matter…
It doesn't matter that you're so far
No matter that so close you can be
Even if you were in the more distant star
No matter…

It doesn't matter if it is not possible to be home
Or if your car broke down and you can not be on time
No matter if you are in another city
Or even if you were in the backyard
No matter…

The only thing you'll need to know
That you're so close to me
You could always smile
You just have to listen to
The heartbeat that exists within
And if you can not hear
It is you… inside
Deep within my heart...

As you can see
No matter where you are
Because you will aways be within my heart.

By Maileen Torres Rodriguez
May 05, 2011.

How long?

It's been a long time since
I've seen your face my love
And it is your voice
That I miss the most...
I have left you
For a very long time
But I still love you and love you still
But it is your heart
That does not want my love
And I still love you
But I still love you
It is our soul
That ways for the love I hold
It is you’re my love
Always belong to you
If you must know!

By Maileen Torres Rodriguez

I am a poetess;
where the cry not cries,
where the tear are not cardboard.
Where the soul rests so close to heart,
where the eyes look more than they say not to see.

I am a poet;
where the letters disclose,
The feeling of every being
that it exists near,
far, in pain and that ephemeral happiness
that surrounds our existence...