Catch Phrase Sound Off

"... Yo I can not be always at your side

I do that in your blood going ...

... loneliness is better than to be a prisoner of truth ... "

Retro (I cut my hair: P)







LOOK
(Mondays rain)



trees were hands
giant monsters back to life, from the depths of the earth,
flowers, frogs,
and colors of the meadow transmuted powder
No more trips to heaven!
Neither the center of the universe!
must rest my eyes.

hate so much!
Hatred
get used and put to rest,
leaning over my shoulder.

to die not for love
and not raining
And what shall I do?
poet was born with eyes,
with that tinge of bitterness
with this inclination, with the languor of my eyelids

And what shall I do?! Inevitably this look
full of rain, wet ivy

still raining, so
because, slowly, I am saying goodbye
I'm waking

this is not again, I lived
and, slowly,
I forgot.

And still raining,
because Monday it rains.






Charlie

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No. 54 Je Smith's Sons Co. Sausage Stuffer

DANTE YOU LOOK

"... life is a prison with open doors, Veronica wrote

in the gut wall revolt ..."







Charlie in spring ...






A lack of imagination, inspiration and everything, and feeling that nothing works
I leave a piece I wrote when I was very small and is part of a group of poems called "Ugly Notebook" is my small tribute to Dante ... Thanks for hell.





Spring II Charlie ...

DANTE

Miro darkness, stare

she has more presence than I

all around are scenes of violence

in fiction, in reality

me.

More than once I felt

ache, creak

everything inside me

my body, my vertebrae, my gut

in the mouths of Cerberus

guardian of my soul and Hades

custodian of all my hell on earth.

up and down stairs Dante's hand.

Charlie.
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How Does An Ohio Drivers License Look

"... decimelo again, I understood nothing
distract me hopeless your lips that open
and close and open ... "






I like the trees are pink






VOS




Vos, you could with all the tornadoes
with those of fire, water, the winds of hate

and poisonous spores (which then appear on a tape oriental).
Vos, you drew my face
in unexplored desert sands
and gave my eyes mystique
you, that you are able to give life to the Dead Sea.
You, you wear in your hair blonde and Sweden

stones and
holiest of all lands.
You, you keep on your lips the taste of my
you that you have in your eyes that nostalgia Buenos Aires, which never goes away, you ...


Vos, inexplicable,
Vos, indescribable.







I like the trees are green

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** I thank Lydia, The Write and blog deloquenosehabla . blogspot.com for giving me the Award For Your Contribution To The Arts " (click on image to enlarge)

** I want to thank, too, Aguasanta and his blog
Aguasanta for the award "Blog With Chispas (click on image to enlarge )

THANKS BEAUTIFUL GIRLS! (: <3

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Charlie.
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Baixar Pokemon Deluge Advance

TU BOCA DOS

This

post is dedicated to someone very important in my life: $

(image of the great Marion Peck)





"... If you were born again
start again if
to get you back in my ship of time ... "










YOUR MOUTH



Your mouth ate my hatred
and kissed me.
and kissed her, too, my tears
clay and mud of my heart.

Your mouth burned my lips and turned my hell


who cried when it was needed
which said its truths,
which nothing is silent.

In her endless verses born

amazing stories


love letters of her birth, and never tires of birth, born
as flowers and fruit trees:
all the love, yours and mine, I live and cast
in every kiss us.

(anime pictures stolen from the web)

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wanted to thank Fran and his blog "The blog of ideas fugitive"
for the award "The Blue Rose of the Poets" (click to view image t to m original year)
was more than a thousand years! But it takes a bit to update my blog xD



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