Some of the Poems written by Nick!!! Not only is he a backstreet boy but also a poet!!


~~Wake Up~~
When the dawn smiles in a way
that the frost turns into the warm milk of a fig-tree
your soul, at last, will bathe in the prairie
and shouts to the sun that blinds you "I was born to live"
the sun will be extinguished and your soul will take its place..


~~Tired~~
Tired, friend
we want to awaken the guitar so that its song isn't drawned by the silence
friends how tired we are how tired.
Let's go to look for hopes in the flight of the birds to get away from sadness.
Friend, however tired,
we move the rhythm of the wait so that the wait won't be the tomb of memory nor absence.
Friend, your will and my will one day they will silence the noise of the voices so that they let our hearts beat.
Friend, we are going, tired but not destroyed, to take out the claws against the veils that cover the earth.
This way, friend, tired and silent 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 doesn'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...


~~Song To My Living Soul~~
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 not wrong, that life is bitter sweet,
a little happiness and 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 on 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 sofocate death.


~~Dream~~
For you I was a poet one night in your arms
With you the night became fire between your legs
And groans of love for your prairies
I loved love
Your whole life
My arms envelope your waist
My hands draw your silhouette
And my mouth sew embers across your face
That my kisses had left
Like water filtering through the earth
The proof of my heart melted in your soul
And like sparks that come out of fire
I covered you with my kisses
My stare left you naked
I took the secret of your soul.