Feb 18 2 010
They say that the sky is beautiful,
I ask my parents to give me its hand
and to my grandparents, knowledge.
Although kidling, I feel the love
where it waters the people every day,
Love is a flower and flower passion.
I that I grow, I am the illusion of every day.
There are the voices illusions and the cautious passions.
Those that they cannot appreciate
these feelings, they have no life.
Karen
Feb 18 2 010
The reunion is the happy part of any temporary farewell; even more for that we are devout of the expectant one "see you later" and reticent of the obvious "farewell", since in such a case, for this one is clear, our farewell is definitive and sheet return does not fit. So happy are the reunions that to one one takes a fancy that it has never gone away; this is the luck of turning to find. esta es la ventura del volverse a encontrar.
Not long ago (re) I found with someone to whom it was doing time that it did not see. Perhaps, more that (re) meeting was (re) discovery or the simple assertion of the already well-known happiness Creer in what one does not see is called a faith. It is this faith, which gives sense to many things in the life, and this confidence is the one that a (re) sums up I find in a simple adverb: ALWAYS. SIEMPRE.
Feb 17 2 010
Our novel poetess Your Fantasy, has given us this beautiful poem of Federico García Lorca - Granada-..
Thank you Fantasy for your gift, has been a real pleasure to listen to you.
We wait for more deliveries and fortitude that exists to you currado.
Feb 05 2 010
Today it is the day, today I will fulfill the promise that I did to your granddaughter, will publish a poetry only for her dedicated to her, to this teeny-weeny angel that like its grandmother, not only he lives through the poetry, but the proper poetry comes from her., I am sure that you liked.
And I do not know why
I am sad … and do not know why;
and I am still thirsty.
I am alone … and do not know why
I would like to know it,
any more I will not say it …
I am alone and do not know why,
I would like to kiss,
and I do not know whom.
I am in love … and do not know of what.
I would like to know it …
and it cannot be.
I am sad and alone …
and I do not know why.
A big hug for you (Manoli) and your beautiful granddaughter.
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