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You say ..
How was your love.?
.. For me it was the homeland.
That in my long exile, rocked my hair And thy womb
infinite, awakening the aroma of the Garden so far ..
Lost in your eyes and tangled in your Arms, I discovered that life .. has a happy side.
I will never forget .. Soil that you raised me and I went up to your Besos ..
I will never forget .. that your body on, forget the winter.
I went to your waist eternal, immortal in your breasts .. You asked for it so soon ..
remember one afternoon, on the edge of my tears .. I asked you love me? .. occupy in your life .. a small piece
I do today .. this love that in your absence .. I have continued to grow?
winter I want you to imagine Worldwide .. if you take with you that corner of the Sun that warmed my years. We traveled
naked, in those corners where I live the anguish and let us Besos raising Tenderness where he lived the fear .. and went hand in hand, through the tunnel without bottom, skipping the horizon that was just fear.
My presence was you .. a back loaded to fall back a bit .. you held me trembling, throbbing with desires ..
.. And had your dove, my fingers wet ..
sear your flight ..
and with hard flight. I was always a leaf
dry.
Greening your wings, you get the flight, looking for a gardener to fix your landscape and cut the plum tree that gave my flowers .. words that sow .. where I planted songs.
I fell for your grief .. and ran into the other .. I felt strong until your fatigue loading. and you know it's true .. Remember it's winter
.. and I have your arms entibiando my dreams ..
think that in the summer open wide in full sun trembled, looking for your tenderness .. Who is he
harvest your smile today .. like me in hard times .. pure despair, drink your sorrow and love you out .. from the corner of your mouth crying ..?
I was .. who drank you .. your dark side, when the sweat of love, slip of origin of your wing .. to my mouth!
This poem seems a rebuke poor ..
but it's just a wound that just opened
just want you to know .. I want to say here ..
and you I miss you .. that life hurts ..
when I'm away.
grown penalty Me .. but do not worry, the pain in my chest is not a new thing ..
That spring will come, to lie to her flowers ... that can serve the trap of colors, this apprentice trainee Quijote anything?
Where I do not read it back failed?
you, you forget ..
but I want you to know ..
my body, your body ..
had another twenty years. But
I'm remembered at your breasts .. They
not forget .. Workers these hands! Where were Beautiful .....
You say that you go ..
.. I? .. You think ..
Quelentaro.
