The super moon "My life is art" A MI GATA coquettish:
A GIFT WAITING ON MY BLOG
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BESITOS DE VIDA!
Delia (Maitri)
When the moon embrace you
When the moon embrace you,
think I'll be there,
While not believe me,
will always care .
I
illogical myth,
Since not remember me,
seems like magic,
If it is so.
Do you know who I am?
I know who you are,
'm stuck in your mind,
And I'm not what you wish.
Sometimes I fear,
Other happiness but I have no choice,
Since I am not disease
you still do not know who I am?
give you a hint,
When the moon embrace you,
think I'll be there.
Naomi Cruz
Wailing moonlight
Oh woman! I dreamed many moons,
today look to the sky and it matches moon yesterday.
I do not remember how much I loved you
I forget that I love you, because now you're with him.
And me? Poor me and my nights without heat, if truncated
my wishes as the flowers fall,
you left me that winter flooding of obsession,
and misfortune to drown the earliest illusion .
But do you? You're happy I noticed it when you laughed,
asked if there is love or just acted,
looking back at the sky and calándome jealousy,
wanted to avoid the look of the scene that you lived.
How I said it again ... I'm glad your good luck,
and my soul was torn me strong,
proudly claiming maul breathing,
that faithful memory of you, which is my only truth.
Oh woman! How many times I kissed you,
close my eyes and feel, the same kisses yesterday. You sigh
are delusional after a song,
and your voice thrown into the air as the station breeze.
Today I pledge to the moon, not to mourn for you I,
and kill the hopes that the sunlight gives me.
And if you give my name chimeras dawn
Forgive me for intruder, and ignore me like yesterday.
Luis Reyes
My dear friend Delia's blog "My life is art" has been this attention to the caresses of the soul, the day began in the spring, which I join without As since I have reason, and especially the sweet month of flowers, May! She
Delia, defines itself in these words;
from me, I can only say I am a survivor. A grateful woman yet, so I had to pass. Without experiencing the horror and especially without having the necessary strength to achieve capitalize, could not be who I am, and I love to be!. Given that everything is perfect ...
I left all the blogs linked to come over to know if you still do not have this taste, the same as I felt when I was invited by her to go to meet her.
extraordinarily rigorous response to the other two posts " The art of living" and " for the rights of all helpless," the poems I have acquired from other sources to be in true harmony with the mirror image.
Thanks Delia! For a detail that has been so personal as if he guessed my thoughts a day so as to dream ... Let it come to meet it's another story ...
A hug for you with the feeling of a friendship that goes encrescendo!
Your friend who signs ...
Maria del Carmen
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