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Isabel G.S


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From the heart

each step, flowing with pollen
the heartbeat dying in each pore;

there is a melody in this heavy wind
he speaks to me while he seats
and tells me tales that I'll sing:

"beautiful as mischievous waves,
you move inexorably,
the fire within the eye that craves
for one more kiss, fearlessly.

stars are beautiful, this is the thruth,
but are just sand in the desert.
the shy lady upon, you moon,
you are the only who's not inert.

and you shine in me
as buds in glee,
i'll take your hand for holding you,
right this way to the end."

Comentarios 1

  • † Thom Arnold 05/05/2010 1:17

    Es una foto grandiosa,.....maravillosa.....muy buena Isabel,....!felicidades!
    Un abrazo,
    Thomas