"Men build too many walls and not enough bridges."
Isaac Newton
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
50 Years Wedding Anniversary Speech From Daughter
Tribute to Tatiana
The night set your eyes rain ..
reflejomirada
small cut glass and fog ..
the mock of the two
dawn hours of sleep lips
wake feeling of having crossed a kiss ..
eyes that curve look of desire .. Balancing the shadows
skin skin chapped lips.
reflejomirada
small cut glass and fog ..
the mock of the two
dawn hours of sleep lips
wake feeling of having crossed a kiss ..
eyes that curve look of desire .. Balancing the shadows
skin skin chapped lips.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sharohletpee Egyptgown Png
ALWAYS AGUILERA and his book DREAMS BLUE. Tribute
Fabre Malika work
IRA's Bite
MAROON lips, Bleed
rabies bite the corners, the edge of the senses.
my tongue bleeds, bleeds with your teeth,
free me from this cold, gripping the bone.
Show me you love me .. As I need!
shows that disturbs you, day and crave. Let
my tears, fitted on
lashes I see the world, according to your nursery looks.
crosses with your teeth, my morbid lips. Bleed
life, thoughts, words.
Show me you love me, without preamble deluded ...
Look! I'm crying, anger and sadness ..
Hi friends
MAROON lips, Bleed
rabies bite the corners, the edge of the senses.
my tongue bleeds, bleeds with your teeth,
free me from this cold, gripping the bone.
Show me you love me .. As I need!
shows that disturbs you, day and crave. Let
my tears, fitted on
lashes I see the world, according to your nursery looks.
crosses with your teeth, my morbid lips. Bleed
life, thoughts, words.
Show me you love me, without preamble deluded ...
Look! I'm crying, anger and sadness ..
Hi friends
I posted this poem in our blogger friend Cascada Taty, as a small tribute to the publication of his book, very well presented by Independent Publishing Rubén Sa'ada.
A first-book full of poetry and charm. His verses are implicit their mark with a modern poetic sense most eloquent Erotica (Chapter Dreams Himeros and Eros).
Taty is a poet of strong character, but in turn leaves us in his book, soft lines that rise about love and reach the climax of the relationship, as this poem's Hold (Chapter Dreams of Love)
...
coral Fullness
of my hips.
liquid Birth
of my heartbeat.
the shattered dream
moaning to consummate.
...
The poet takes us into a real world and in turn dream where everything is and be seen.
Other chapters of the book is Dreams of nostalgia (where is this poem Ira Garnet) and Dreams of tenderness and reflection.
poems are full of intimate images that manage to get the reader into another world, but in this life, she works very good verses .. and mixes his poetry with some of his interests are Earth .. the truth. . and over the years in a very evocative poetry as it is Fall of life.
Let me make it clear that this is a presumption on my part, put your poetry on my blog without consulting her, but if he gets angry worse for her .. haha. Thanks
Taty by the power of your poems that made of paper were burned in the drive ... and here are accompanying me.
Greetings to all readers and friends.
And she a lasting memory for showing your art.
A first-book full of poetry and charm. His verses are implicit their mark with a modern poetic sense most eloquent Erotica (Chapter Dreams Himeros and Eros).
Taty is a poet of strong character, but in turn leaves us in his book, soft lines that rise about love and reach the climax of the relationship, as this poem's Hold (Chapter Dreams of Love)
...
coral Fullness
of my hips.
liquid Birth
of my heartbeat.
the shattered dream
moaning to consummate.
...
The poet takes us into a real world and in turn dream where everything is and be seen.
Other chapters of the book is Dreams of nostalgia (where is this poem Ira Garnet) and Dreams of tenderness and reflection.
poems are full of intimate images that manage to get the reader into another world, but in this life, she works very good verses .. and mixes his poetry with some of his interests are Earth .. the truth. . and over the years in a very evocative poetry as it is Fall of life.
Let me make it clear that this is a presumption on my part, put your poetry on my blog without consulting her, but if he gets angry worse for her .. haha. Thanks
Taty by the power of your poems that made of paper were burned in the drive ... and here are accompanying me.
Greetings to all readers and friends.
And she a lasting memory for showing your art.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Prolonged Ankle Sprain
Cacho Infinite Dawn Chestnut
you're going Cacho and soul of your poetry is still living a heartbeat sings all Buenos Aires
in your song .. one day will dawn without you
but with your voice ... always sing always sing from the moon .. rolling down Callao
.. and from your presence Boyacá Gaona and immortal.
and your pain hurts but there is Café Moisture ... tango songs and life
nights you filled from your Saturday with cheating. Polish your
Throat Singing Sand ... and one that did not sing
Malena always someone feel your lyrics .. they are to remind endless ..
under a chorus of applause and bohemian nights .. return.
in your song .. one day will dawn without you
but with your voice ... always sing always sing from the moon .. rolling down Callao
.. and from your presence Boyacá Gaona and immortal.
and your pain hurts but there is Café Moisture ... tango songs and life
nights you filled from your Saturday with cheating. Polish your
Throat Singing Sand ... and one that did not sing
Malena always someone feel your lyrics .. they are to remind endless ..
under a chorus of applause and bohemian nights .. return.
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