Thanks Cerezo de Arriba (Segovia)
For Cerezo de Arriba, the trees are poets. Thanks to the Recreation Association of Cerezo de Arriba (ARCA) for hosting the pilgrims Verse Homeless Culture and the Association ARBA environmentalist (to which also belong) in the two days of debate, poetry and green. Thanks
particularly because it is the second invitation I receive from these people almost on the balcony of the mountains of Somosierra. Volume
few days of relaxation in this Blog, to recover the oxygen of poetry in my pen, a little tired. You can continue reading my in Kaos en la Red, OtroMadrid.org or La Haine.
And remember that in the birdsong of the morning, the first light of dawn, because the word makes the image before you do the world. A Salute
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Where To Get Drivers License When Illegal
Friday, August 20, 2010
Much Panadol Overdose
moon THANK YOU
This poetry sealed with colored ribbons and my eyes filled with candies, lollipops, and chocolate cream. These verses make me grow the heart and extend to the ocean, looking for more poems brown eyes yours ... Thanks for these words ...
There in the center, where Sabina
Just put God and the Devil
You, Poet
castizo ...
of history and wheat,
-haired mischievous eyes of heaven ...
Poet of centuries past, my best smile
my best summer in July. I rain Aprils
the sides, weave in my skin
wounds
me with your smile healthy ...
Poet
center of stories due,
My teacher,
My book is always open ...
dress Diego Alcobendas,
De Andrade decorate your name ...
soles Eduardo
my wind, my arena. Poet
soul Wherever you hide
my eyes always reaches you.
THANK YOU ...
This poetry sealed with colored ribbons and my eyes filled with candies, lollipops, and chocolate cream. These verses make me grow the heart and extend to the ocean, looking for more poems brown eyes yours ... Thanks for these words ...
There in the center, where Sabina
Just put God and the Devil
You, Poet
castizo ...
of history and wheat,
-haired mischievous eyes of heaven ...
Poet of centuries past, my best smile
my best summer in July. I rain Aprils
the sides, weave in my skin
wounds
me with your smile healthy ...
Poet
center of stories due,
My teacher,
My book is always open ...
dress Diego Alcobendas,
De Andrade decorate your name ...
soles Eduardo
my wind, my arena. Poet
soul Wherever you hide
my eyes always reaches you.
THANK YOU ...
Friday, August 13, 2010
Dexedrine And Insomnia
Out of my heart no, no,
inside, Yuri Gagarin
walks of stars, Lennon and McCartney put
few minutes of them, Luis Eduardo Aute
, sits down with blue guitar. A Pablo Neruda
visit
wind and challenges the Alps Hannibal.
And more inside, and cherry
wheats that carry,
removed to the fields where I put
step. And
inside you that make my self happy.
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