How Do You Transfer Music From Shareaza

I got from my trip
verses Thirsty
born without time
vibrating in the breeze. Arrive

soul replete with
of voices, sounds and aromas
That gives wind
there in the mountains.

Along with many
Turquoise waters with a sky
That friend was holding its color in them.

Arrive my skirt thread
wind, silent forest. Verses

charming ... Rosario



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The Midnight Moon

I see the sun rise
in the other hemisphere.
is a mystery to me.
Am I far or near,
how much I want?


I want to see the dawn mist
with
calm in the northern autumn.

asks me my soul.


I want the moon shines as always.
If growing here,
it is there.


I want your dawn,
if you're asleep or awake
.
I want to hear from you, so near and far

friend of mine. This is


night and there is day. Why

WHY?
Why? How
why
and without melody. Estela ..................

baci

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one day will grow slowly

LIGHTHOUSE The lighthouse
...
is different ...
is light ...
High and long ...

houses ...
many dreams ... Many fantasies
y. ..
many friends ...

Faro ...
Revolving ... tour ...
Leave a ray of light ...
That spreads ...
in all directions ...

And here ... Specifically
...
In this light ...
I stop ...

I stay to watch ...
And to ponder ...
Well sorry ...
That here ...

In this light ...
Complicity ...
this is it! ...

Lili Poem
Naranjo Translation by Joaquín Duarte

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poetry


These and others are some of the visitors who leave fingerprints on the tender that will splash when they arrive to this space ...

Something I can not overlook, for the refinement of the pen who can cherish the feelings of those who receive ... Saving

gleefully all the affection that is given me when I file a new entry to be returning in turn wrapped with ribbons of emerald related to the stars.

you are appreciated and loves each one of you who are going to sow the fingerprints on any of the blog to become a part of it. And for those who just leave the footprints of his eyes is enough to feel in love with the hours each day are calling me the blogs ...

Thanks for that!

The basket of roses that dominates the entrance of today, I've made with love, for anyone who wants to take to their blogs, as a reminder to be caressed by the sweet scent of their petals ...


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María del Carmen