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Once they said to me some years ago, that it was sometimes an Angel and sometimes Demon, but that always out I. In this post, there is something of that. Poems (Angel) and video (Demon).

I stop without being, and I leave to you these three pearls that I found for the cyberspace and this video that there gave me a friend (you yes that you know, friendly).

I will write a poem in your soul,
I will carve every letter with your lechery,
letters shaken to the contact of your skin;
I will join the words with your passion,
up to managing to rhyme your beauty,
and to reach the delight.

… / …

Touch me, caress me,
do that every night it is a sleep
and every awakening a smile,

… / …

In a world where you exist,
with the law of your kisses,
and the obedience of your eyes.
A world in which your lips send me.
your soul wins the love of me,
and you fascinate me.

… / …

Camila - Reasons

If you feel like listening to a song, I leave this topic to you. Your pirate am I - Chayanne

One more reason to exist

I would like to see you smiling,
in the soil of my skin.

I would like to see you sighing,
the oasis of your back.

I would love this way of kissing,
that do of the love a work of art.

I would like to feel the heat of your body,
so ardent, moisture exists.

I would love the sweetness of your look,

I would love the sensuality of your silhouette,

I would love these kisses in my breast,
and they provoke in my skin a madness sensation.

I would love a golden oriole nest,
and it would give bumps and bumps the heart.

I would love this tender form that you have,
but I would like much more, to seeing you weakening before my treachery.

I would love the rubbing of your lips,

Everything is one more reason to exist,

When our dears decide to stay away in these dates, a very important part of the magic of these days goes away with them. With the step of the years, this magic is returning to our environment; children, grandchildren, nephews. We do not take part as we were doing it years ago, straight, day by day. Now we live through it from the distance that they give us the years, now we feel it from the daydream of the real thing. No participamos como lo hacíamos hace años, directamente, día tras día. Ahora la vivimos desde la distancia que nos dan los años, ahora la sentimos desde el ensueño de lo vivido.

I am lucky to have an absent one that one day as today was born and that other stayed away like today, with this person my magic of the Christmas went away, since for me, the magic was it; always happy, fond on singing, it requests and for me simply magic. From the distance, which they give me the years I have seen as it has re-spilled part of its magic in my most dear beings and feel immensely happy.

From my heart, I wish you a Merry Christmas and that next year 2011 is of happiness and happiness for all of you.

When the routine of your life is so repetitive, that does not give for a poem in a short poem. When your interior "I", it is incapable of polemizar with the extract of "Me".

It is when it appears this song, which he reminds to you that It Bigives it is something more, that living is not alone to allow to go, and that the miracle of every day is to create love of nothing.

I leave to you the song that today has made me renew my votes with the Life, (MY BIDA).

Enjoy the video and the song of Air Supply - Making love out of nothing at all. The letter is the whole poem.

I know how to whisper
I know where to find the answers
And I know how to lie
I know how to feign it
And I know how to scheme
I know when to face the truth
And I know when to sleep
And I can touch you where
And I know that to demonstrate
I know when to bring you close
And I know when you to be allowed to go out
And I know that the night it is disappearing
And I know that the time is going to fly
And I am never going to say to you
Quite what I have to say to you
But I know that I have to give you a test

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