Feb 18 2 010
Eight years in poetry
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
For barrankas …
Of my head a poem goes out,
that you never lose your friendliness,
that I am a dwarf even I would like me
to learn of your poetry.
For Karen …
And to me, to learn of everything what you take
Of your grandma, for you …
I want to say to you, light of my heart,
it happens and it is impossible to forget you.
I asked to the clouds why you have gone away,
the stars say to me that I have that
to continue my life with love.
Did I ask the sun, you have given him light?
to the clouds, you have given him water to water
of love its heart?
I say to the stars, when I should look at you
to deliver to him … happiness.
Information Bitacoras.com …
It values in Bitacoras.com: They say that the sky is beautiful, but I that I am small, I see it big. I ask my parents me to give its hand and to my grandparents, for knowledge. Although kidling, I feel the love where it waters the people every day, Love is a flower and flower … Pido a mis padres que me den su mano y a mis abuelos, sabiduría. Aunque pequeña, siento el amor por donde riega a la gente día a día, Amor es flor y flor…
a greeting, I am already adolfo I looked for myself at your blog, interesting, I am sorry to be frugal in words mine is more to speak, a hug