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"Men build too many walls and not enough bridges."

Isaac Newton

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.

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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

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.

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.

Biography: Cacho De Buenos Aires

Genital Herpes Spreading Up To Stomach

Madrid Book Fair with Lorca

On 12th June (Sunday), I will be signing copies of Annabel, 18 to 21:30 am in Madrid Book Fair. Where? Booth 292, belonging to eRide Ediciones, Parque del Retiro. I hope there!

Fullweight Women Face Fart

Work Pedro Naked at dawn Olivas Ortiz

Days nights without you .. you ..
and today I woke up bright and your skin
full moon. Tersa
you melt in my mouth ..
were spray velvety

in kisses dawn on the banks of last sleep. Defected
your labiosbesos ..
and awoke to lose
in the shadows of your nakedness
infinity of the universe ..

How Long For Moped To Charge

PURA

pure asleep in my dreams .. .. live ..
you dress as an angel .. and .. white chimeras
infinte travel the labyrinth of your body ..
without touching you ... just with the touch of my poems ..

yesterday if I was in really submissive in your kisses ..
your arms looking like the wind .. ..
were moving your hair .. and fell in love .. my feelings ..
found you sleeping beauty .. .. .. pure and silent
I made mine in a moment .. and flew ...
between my poems .. my wishes and my hands ...
who rose up to look for you ... .. and did not find ..

Capilliaries On Chest

All

write these words in solidarity with the inhabitants of the town of Lorca, which belongs to my dearest Murcia. From here, to send all my courage and my strength. Security in a short time the city will look as beautiful as ever. Relatives of the victims, all my support, heart. It seems incredible
in five seconds and can change or terminate the life of one or, in this almost, thousands of people. I have no words ...

Lauren London's Weave Name

Camprodon bridges

Photo taken in the Plaza del Obradoiro

"The road is where we teaches the best way to reach and enriches us while we are crossing. "

(The Pilgrimage)

Paulo Coelho

Abdominal Right Hand Side When Pressed

Stigma

The cold was forgotten your

lit the last goodbye ..

flew on the walls

gray in your absence ..

brushed with my broken wings

the warmth of your skin far ..

left unfinished remains

of our dreams

on my sheets ..

and ride losing you

in the fog of silence

and You left me stuck

the stigma of my despair ..

is waking

and no longer have you.

90s Transforming Dino Show

silent pain

that pain is silent
barely penetrates the river moves
ruffled by the wind North
que desprende una sutil vibración
tan lejana como grito en el bosque callado
que deja soledad..intriga..miedo.
Lo oigo venir..lo imagino agazapado
presagio íntimo embuído de serenidad
armonia que se rompe en la tarde
que se sumerge en la resignación
dolor traicionero que espía las ideas
ruín que ahoga el llanto del atardecer
que no deja herida...ni señas..
que traspasa el corazón
dolor vencido dolor malquerido
que oigo irse por la fronda
a lanzar su desesperado grito...