Spirit of love

I know this has happened, not two, but one.
I was not crying, I just suffer.
my soul is empty, without cradle
I was surprised, without thinking.

I had contact with the divine love
those who say madness,
I thought that was my fate
but it was just a fling.

I was with her pink,
I have their respect, a woman
Sensual, soft, fragile
and my obstinacy of Make love to me.

You are my Princess, my heart

You are my Princess, my heart
and when I kiss your lips,
me vuelves Loco passion
with the fire in your love.

I want to love you more,
much stronger, to kiss you
embrace your body, slowly around the fire

and love you slowly with tenderness.

Surround yourself with my arms slowly,
You burn softly kiss.
Teen love

and love you with all my soul.

 

Because… You will be always my Princess.

I love love in spring

I love love in spring
Where is the Green domain,
I love summer,
When is the beautiful, blue sky
I love love the fall,
When the leaves turn brown,.
I love love in winter,
When the snow falls.

 

I love it when I‘m happy,
and even when I‘m sad,.
I love it when I make it,
or when I‘m alone,
I love it when I feel good, I like
or if I feel the pain.

 

Love me always my love,
in the rain and the Sun,.
Love me ever living alone.
After all, I always liked
Love me always heart.
wake up to my life.

True Love

True love comes only once,
Howeveris.
lasts until old age,
sometimes to market a bitter taste of the path.

 

He has that makes it to crush
everything in its path,
may never cease to love
Think of him every day.

 

If the heart of love.
There are not more worldwide.
Although the reason lost
and run like a vagabond.

 

True love
the test of time Enamorante.
with tears, with pain
wait but still a lover.

Woman Body

Body of woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like the world in your attitude of surrender.

My body mine you wild labriego and made the jump to son from the depths of the earth.

I was like a tunnel. The birds fled from me and me the night entered its powerful invasion. To survive myself I forged as a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling. But he falls back time, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk. Ah vessels in the chest! Ah the eyes of absence! Ah the roses of the pubis! Ah your slow, sad voice! Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my boundless desire, my way indecisive! dark rivers where the eternal thirst follows, and fatigue follows, and infinite pain.

Lisen to Me Baby

For that you listen
my words
sometimes make you slim
that traces of the Birds on the beaches.
Collar, cascabel ebrio
for your hands as hard as the grapes.
And look distant my words.
More than me are yours.
They go hanguing in my old ills that the yedras.
They hang as well by the Wet walls.
Thou art thou the guilty of this bloody game.
They are fleeing from my guarida dark.
Everything full thee, while full.
Before thee lived the solitude that ocupy,
and have the habit more than thee to my sadness.
I would now like to say what I want to say
for thee the oigas that I want I am oigas.
The wind of the anguish yet often slide.
The hurricanes of Dreams sometimes still the
eavesdropping tumban other voices in my voice dolorida.
Of the Cree of old bouches, blood of old beg.
Love me, wife. I am not abandoned. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, this wave of anguish.
But van according with your love my words.
Everything you occupy thee, everything occupy.
I will do all a clamp infinite
for thy white hands, as hard as the grapes.

Isolations of Rivers

Ah vastedad pines, the rumor of the waves, breaking itself,
slow play of lights, campaign of isolation,
Twilight falling in your eyes, wrist,
the Caracola land, ti the earth sings!
In TI of rivers and sing and my soul in them is leaking
as you and toward where you would like.
Márcame my path in your arc of hope
and’soltaré in my delirium bandada arrows.
Around me, I am your size of fog
and harasses you my silence persecuted
and thou art thou with your arms of transparent stone
where my besos anclan wet and my thirst anida.
Ah thou mysterious voice that love tiñe and two times higher
in the evening with crashing and die!
As well in hours profound on the fields I have seen of the
Ears bent into the mouth of the wind.

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When the earth sings!

Ah vastedad pines, rumor of waves quebrándose,
slow game of lights, campaign of isolation,
Twilight falling in your eyes, wrist,
terrestrial caracola, in ti the earth sings!
In TI of rivers sing and my soul in them is leaking
as you you and toward where you quieras.
Márcame my path in your arc of hope
and soltaré delirium in my bandada arrows.poem-writting-3
Around me i am see your size of fog
and thou harasses silence my h persecuted
and tu es tu with your arms of transparent stone
where my besos anclan and wet my thirst anida.
Ah thou mysterious voice that love tiñe and two times higher
in the evening resounding and die!
As well in hours profound on the fields I have seen
folded ears in the mouth of the wind.

Deadly Flame of you

At its deadly flame the light te enveloping.
Absorta, pale, suffering, as well located
against the old propellers of twilight
that around TI da towers.232
Moulting, my friend,
only in this one of this hour of death
and full of life of fire,
pure heiress of the day destroyed.
The sun falls a cluster on your dark clothing.
Of the night of the large roots
grow suddenly since your soul,
and this return foreign things in ti hidden.
So that a people and pale blue
of Ti new-born feeds.
Oh GRANDIOSA and fruitful and slave magnetic
black circle and Walleye is:
Erect, treats and manages to a creation very much alive
who succumb its flowers, and full of sadness.

Body of Woman

Body of white women hills, the thighs white,
You show up in the world in your attitude of delivery.
My body of wild labriego undermines
and blew up the Son of the Fund of the earth.
I have only as a tunnel. Me fleeing the birds
and in me the night fell from its invasion powerful.
For sobrevivirme forjé thee as a weapon,poem1
such as an arrow in my CRA, as a stone in my Honda.
But falls to the hour of the revenge, and Te master.
Body of skin, musgo, milk and firm.
Ah the vessels of the chest! Ah the eyes of absence!
Ah the roses of pubis! Ah thou slow voice and sad!
Body of women my will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my thirst without limit, my uncertain path!
Dark tracks where the eternal thirst continues
and fatigue continues and the infinite pain.