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Al Alba ...

At a time now I'm trying to write poetry, a genre that had just played so far because I've always found it much easier narrative. But as attempt to learn more things in this life we \u200b\u200bare enriched, here are a poem I wrote to see what you think. I want your honest opinion and criticism: in fact I know it's not a great poem but hey, surely the first poem he wrote Becquer was not to shoot rockets, lol ..!

"AL ALBA"


look out the window and everything is calm and the morning came

now everything is bright.


dream of your face is simple;
miss me
in your eyes and wonder. Your smile


cream sweetens my heart, soul

fills me and takes me cold.

unleashes your caress me and makes me angry
river

fear and calms me crazy my way.

With my skin on your sheet
your arms are my haven, nestled in your bed

my love, you just say ...

... Today does not matter: you
Lévame
when the dawn breaks, without your kisses
no longer alive!

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This "Game of Bath" was commissioned, I believe, was beautiful as you can see (presumably! TRUTH !)..( Well, as we say around here. "Every grocer praises his cheese .. A big hello and hug for those who visit me, soon I'll also give you my saluditos.Porque with so many things to do and this life we \u200b\u200bhave, as we do not have time, and I imagine many of you like me, want to do everything and Blessings logramos.Mil fence that




few odd jobs here a month ago already had made, and as Always ahead of Christmas, because no matter what time of year, whenever I see a project that I like, because I do

Force the will

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It's time ...

(Listening to the song [*], the poem takes a lot more sense)

[*]: Gorgeous melody and lyrics of this song by Manuel Carrasco; whom I had the pleasure of seeing in concert last Friday and of course I recommend, as I have done on occasion. His latest album ("inertia") is priceless!

Time to

deep breath and loose ties ,
untie knots
and open windows.

Time to step
beetles,
break the wall,
casting step
and explore the world.

Time to
release the hair in the wind
and shine hard,
cage fear
and leave the door open.


Time to open the bolt, drawing in
margin of one paper, everything

of taste cinnamon and pour the coffee.


Time to feel the beat again
and smell the flowers, put

the world upside down and dream in color.


Time to count the stars,
to go with the wind, fill the bottle

see and catch your breath.


Time to bury
silences and give smiles,
not take everything so seriously
and look at life in a different light.


Time to empty the jar of tears and sorrow
and take a good breath of fresh air.

Life winks at me and not smiling phoenix
because it came time to resurface!

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here again HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

For wrestlers, for dreaming, for warriors, for they never tire, for which even the ingratitude be surprised, if it its power to support for which are not even and dream to be, for all mothers in the world, a big hug