death poems
HARDENING the Earth
the stones were commissioned:
soon love poems
they had wings:
the stones poem
that flew:
those who survived
rose
the lightning,
they gave a cry in the night,
a sign of water,
a purple sword
a meteor.
The sky
succulent death poems
not only had clouds,
not only space-smelling to oxygen,
but a ground stone
here and there, shining,
converted in paloma,
converted in Bell,
in magnitude, in wind love poems
penetrating:
fosfórica arrow, salt of the sky.
27 Şubat 2012 Pazartesi
anniversary poems
anniversary poems
The day of the desventurados, the pale day lurks love poems
with a heartbreaking cold smell with their forces in grey
without bells, dripping dawn everywhere:
It is a shipwreck in a vacuum with an around crying.
Because she was on so many sites the shade wet, quiet,
of so many brooding in vain, to many terrestrial landscapes
where should occupy until sanctioned by the roots,
anniversary poems of such acute form is defending.
I cry in the middle of the invaded, between confused,
between the flavor of growing, putting the ear anniversary
in the pure movement, increase,
giving way to what above, aimlessly
What emerges dressed in chains and carnations,
I dream with my moral vestiges.
There is nothing of precipitate happy or proud way,
everything appears to becoming evident poverty
the light of the Earth out of his eyelids
not as the chime, but rather as the tears:
the fabric of the day, his weak canvas poems
serves for an ill headband, it serves to make signs
in a farewell, behind the absence:
It is the color that only wants to replace,
cover, swallow, overcome, making distances.
I'm alone among Woody matters,
love poems the rain falls on me, and I think,
I looks with their madness, lonely dead worldwide
rejected by falling, and shapeless stubborn.
The day of the desventurados, the pale day lurks love poems
with a heartbreaking cold smell with their forces in grey
without bells, dripping dawn everywhere:
It is a shipwreck in a vacuum with an around crying.
Because she was on so many sites the shade wet, quiet,
of so many brooding in vain, to many terrestrial landscapes
where should occupy until sanctioned by the roots,
anniversary poems of such acute form is defending.
I cry in the middle of the invaded, between confused,
between the flavor of growing, putting the ear anniversary
in the pure movement, increase,
giving way to what above, aimlessly
What emerges dressed in chains and carnations,
I dream with my moral vestiges.
There is nothing of precipitate happy or proud way,
everything appears to becoming evident poverty
the light of the Earth out of his eyelids
not as the chime, but rather as the tears:
the fabric of the day, his weak canvas poems
serves for an ill headband, it serves to make signs
in a farewell, behind the absence:
It is the color that only wants to replace,
cover, swallow, overcome, making distances.
I'm alone among Woody matters,
love poems the rain falls on me, and I think,
I looks with their madness, lonely dead worldwide
rejected by falling, and shapeless stubborn.
teachers day poems
teachers day poems
Between missing aviators,
next to canals and shadows,
next to buried lilies,
teachers day poems you come flying.
Between bitter color bottles,
between anise and misadventure, rings
raising hands and crying,
you come flying.
About dentists and congregations,
about cinemas, and tunnels and ears,
with new clothes and extinct eyes,
teachers days you come flying.
About your graveyard without walls poems
where the sailors are misplaced,
While the rain of your death falls,
you come flying.
While your fingers rain falls,
While the rain of your bones falls,
While your laughter and your marrow drop,
love poems you come flying.
On the stones that you melt,
running, down, winter time down,
While your heart drops into droplets,
you come flying.
You're not there, surrounded by cement,
Black hearts and of notaries,
and enraged bones of riders:
you come flying.
Oh poppy marina, oh my mourner,
Oh guitar dressed as bees,
truth is not much shade on your hair:
you come flying.
Is not true as much shadow chasing you,
is not true as many dead swallows
so dark region with laments:
you come flying.
The black wind of Valparaiso day poems
It opens its wings of coal and foam
to sweep the sky where you spend:
you come flying.
There is steam
Between missing aviators,
next to canals and shadows,
next to buried lilies,
teachers day poems you come flying.
Between bitter color bottles,
between anise and misadventure, rings
raising hands and crying,
you come flying.
About dentists and congregations,
about cinemas, and tunnels and ears,
with new clothes and extinct eyes,
teachers days you come flying.
About your graveyard without walls poems
where the sailors are misplaced,
While the rain of your death falls,
you come flying.
While your fingers rain falls,
While the rain of your bones falls,
While your laughter and your marrow drop,
love poems you come flying.
On the stones that you melt,
running, down, winter time down,
While your heart drops into droplets,
you come flying.
You're not there, surrounded by cement,
Black hearts and of notaries,
and enraged bones of riders:
you come flying.
Oh poppy marina, oh my mourner,
Oh guitar dressed as bees,
truth is not much shade on your hair:
you come flying.
Is not true as much shadow chasing you,
is not true as many dead swallows
so dark region with laments:
you come flying.
The black wind of Valparaiso day poems
It opens its wings of coal and foam
to sweep the sky where you spend:
you come flying.
There is steam
fathers day poems
fathers day poems
BETWEEN feathers frightened, between nights,
between magnolias, between telegrams,
between the wind of the South and West marine,
fathers days you come flying.
Under the graves under the ashes poems
under the frozen snails love poems
under the latest terrestrial waters,
you come flying.
Below, between submerged girls,
and blind plants and broken fish,
below, between clouds again,
fathers day poems you come flying.
Beyond blood and bones,
beyond bread, beyond the wine,
beyond the fire poem
you come flying.
Beyond the vinegar and death,
between putrefacciones and violets,
with your heavenly voice and your wet shoes,
you come flying.
On provincial councils and pharmacies,
wheels, and lawyers, and ships,
fathers day and red teeth newly uprooted
you come flying.
On sunken roof cities
that big women destrenzan
lost Combs, with wide hands
love poems you come flying.
With wineries where the wine grows
with warm murky hands in silence
with slow hands of red wood,
you come flying.
BETWEEN feathers frightened, between nights,
between magnolias, between telegrams,
between the wind of the South and West marine,
fathers days you come flying.
Under the graves under the ashes poems
under the frozen snails love poems
under the latest terrestrial waters,
you come flying.
Below, between submerged girls,
and blind plants and broken fish,
below, between clouds again,
fathers day poems you come flying.
Beyond blood and bones,
beyond bread, beyond the wine,
beyond the fire poem
you come flying.
Beyond the vinegar and death,
between putrefacciones and violets,
with your heavenly voice and your wet shoes,
you come flying.
On provincial councils and pharmacies,
wheels, and lawyers, and ships,
fathers day and red teeth newly uprooted
you come flying.
On sunken roof cities
that big women destrenzan
lost Combs, with wide hands
love poems you come flying.
With wineries where the wine grows
with warm murky hands in silence
with slow hands of red wood,
you come flying.
mothers day poems
mothers day poems
Nor the heart cut by glass poems
in a wasteland of thorns,
not atrocious water seen in the corners
of certain houses, waters such as eyelids and eyes,
they could hold your waist in my hands poem
When my heart lifts its Oaks
towards your unwavering thread of snow.
Night sugar, spirit
the crowns,
redeemed
human blood, your kisses
I banish mothers day poems
and um coup remnants of sea water
hits the silences that await you
surrounding worn chairs, spending doors.
Nights with clear axes,
item, material, only
voice, only my mother poem
naked every day.
On your breasts still current,
on your legs of hardness and water,
on the permanence and the pride
your hair naked mother poem
I want to be, my love, already pulled the tears
to the hoarse basket where accumulate,
I want to be, my love only with one syllable
shattered silver, only with a tip
your chest of snow.
It is no longer possible, sometimes
win but falling,
It is no longer possible, between two beings
shake, touch the flower of the River:
strands of man come as needles,
proceedings, pieces,
families of repulsive coral, storms
and hard steps for carpets
winter.
There are cities between lips and lips
large ash and wet cimera mother day
drops of when and how, undefined
circulation:
between lips and lips as a coast
sand and glass, passes wind.
Why are endless, pick me up as if you were
all solemnity, all night mother day poems
as a zone until you confused
with the time lines.
Progresses in the sweetness,
come to my side until the digital
leaves of the violins love poems
they have fallen silent, up to mosses
take root in Thunder, even that of the heartbeat
hand and hand down the roots.
Nor the heart cut by glass poems
in a wasteland of thorns,
not atrocious water seen in the corners
of certain houses, waters such as eyelids and eyes,
they could hold your waist in my hands poem
When my heart lifts its Oaks
towards your unwavering thread of snow.
Night sugar, spirit
the crowns,
redeemed
human blood, your kisses
I banish mothers day poems
and um coup remnants of sea water
hits the silences that await you
surrounding worn chairs, spending doors.
Nights with clear axes,
item, material, only
voice, only my mother poem
naked every day.
On your breasts still current,
on your legs of hardness and water,
on the permanence and the pride
your hair naked mother poem
I want to be, my love, already pulled the tears
to the hoarse basket where accumulate,
I want to be, my love only with one syllable
shattered silver, only with a tip
your chest of snow.
It is no longer possible, sometimes
win but falling,
It is no longer possible, between two beings
shake, touch the flower of the River:
strands of man come as needles,
proceedings, pieces,
families of repulsive coral, storms
and hard steps for carpets
winter.
There are cities between lips and lips
large ash and wet cimera mother day
drops of when and how, undefined
circulation:
between lips and lips as a coast
sand and glass, passes wind.
Why are endless, pick me up as if you were
all solemnity, all night mother day poems
as a zone until you confused
with the time lines.
Progresses in the sweetness,
come to my side until the digital
leaves of the violins love poems
they have fallen silent, up to mosses
take root in Thunder, even that of the heartbeat
hand and hand down the roots.
Greatest Love Poems
Greatest Love Poems
The foot of the child still does not know what foot,
and he wants to be a butterfly or Apple.
But then the glass and stones,
the streets, stairs,
and the hard dirt roads love poems
they are teaching at the bottom who can not fly,
that may not be round fruit in a branch.
The foot of the child then poem
He was defeated, fell
in the battle,
was taken prisoner,
condemned to live in a shoe.
Greatest Love Poems Little by little, without light
It was knowing the world in their own way,
without knowing the other foot, locked,
exploring life as a blind man.
Those soft nails poems
Quartz cluster
They hardened, moved
opaque substance, in hard Horn
and the small petals of the child
They crushed, they tilting,
they took forms of reptile without eyes,
worm triangular heads.
And then they encallecieron,
they covered love poems
with minimum volcanoes of death,
unacceptable abundane.
But this blind walked
relentless, nonstop
hour after hour,
the foot and the other foot
now man love poems
or women,
above,
below,
through the fields, mines,
stores and ministries,
back,
outside, inside,
Go ahead
This foot worked with his shoe,
hardly had time poems
be nude in love or dream,
walked, walked greatest poems
unless the whole man was stopped.
And then the Earth
fell and did not know anything,
because there everything and everything was dark,
did not know that it was no longer standing,
If buried it so that it flew
or to which it may
be Apple.
The foot of the child still does not know what foot,
and he wants to be a butterfly or Apple.
But then the glass and stones,
the streets, stairs,
and the hard dirt roads love poems
they are teaching at the bottom who can not fly,
that may not be round fruit in a branch.
The foot of the child then poem
He was defeated, fell
in the battle,
was taken prisoner,
condemned to live in a shoe.
Greatest Love Poems Little by little, without light
It was knowing the world in their own way,
without knowing the other foot, locked,
exploring life as a blind man.
Those soft nails poems
Quartz cluster
They hardened, moved
opaque substance, in hard Horn
and the small petals of the child
They crushed, they tilting,
they took forms of reptile without eyes,
worm triangular heads.
And then they encallecieron,
they covered love poems
with minimum volcanoes of death,
unacceptable abundane.
But this blind walked
relentless, nonstop
hour after hour,
the foot and the other foot
now man love poems
or women,
above,
below,
through the fields, mines,
stores and ministries,
back,
outside, inside,
Go ahead
This foot worked with his shoe,
hardly had time poems
be nude in love or dream,
walked, walked greatest poems
unless the whole man was stopped.
And then the Earth
fell and did not know anything,
because there everything and everything was dark,
did not know that it was no longer standing,
If buried it so that it flew
or to which it may
be Apple.
famous love poems
famous love poems
BELLA,
in the cool stone
Spring, water love poem
Opens a wide foam lightning,
This is the smile on your face,
Bella.
Bella,
fine, slender toes poems
as a silver seahorse,
walk, flower of the world,
so you see,
Bella.
Bella,
with a nest of tangled copper
in your head, a nest love poems
color of dark honey
where my heart burns and rests,
Bella.
Bella,
you do not fit the eyes on the face,
you do not fit the eyes on Earth.
There are countries, rivers
in your eyes, famous love poems
my homeland is in your eyes,
I walk through them,
they give light to the world
where I walk,
Bella.
Bella,
your breasts are like two loaves made love poem
cereal Earth and Moon of gold,
Bella.
Bella,
your waist
When made her my arm like a river famous poems
He spent a thousand years by your sweet body
Bella.
Bella,
There is nothing like your hips,
Maybe the Earth has
somewhere hidden
the curve and the aroma of your body,
perhaps somewhere,
Bella.
Bella, my bella,
your voice, your skin, your nails
Bella, my bella,
your being, your light, your shadow,
Bella,
all that is mine, beautiful,
all that is mine, mine,
When litter or reposas,
When you sing or sleep,
When suffer or dream,
always, love poems
When you are near or far,
always,
you're mine, my bella,
always.
BELLA,
in the cool stone
Spring, water love poem
Opens a wide foam lightning,
This is the smile on your face,
Bella.
Bella,
fine, slender toes poems
as a silver seahorse,
walk, flower of the world,
so you see,
Bella.
Bella,
with a nest of tangled copper
in your head, a nest love poems
color of dark honey
where my heart burns and rests,
Bella.
Bella,
you do not fit the eyes on the face,
you do not fit the eyes on Earth.
There are countries, rivers
in your eyes, famous love poems
my homeland is in your eyes,
I walk through them,
they give light to the world
where I walk,
Bella.
Bella,
your breasts are like two loaves made love poem
cereal Earth and Moon of gold,
Bella.
Bella,
your waist
When made her my arm like a river famous poems
He spent a thousand years by your sweet body
Bella.
Bella,
There is nothing like your hips,
Maybe the Earth has
somewhere hidden
the curve and the aroma of your body,
perhaps somewhere,
Bella.
Bella, my bella,
your voice, your skin, your nails
Bella, my bella,
your being, your light, your shadow,
Bella,
all that is mine, beautiful,
all that is mine, mine,
When litter or reposas,
When you sing or sleep,
When suffer or dream,
always, love poems
When you are near or far,
always,
you're mine, my bella,
always.
Wedding Love Poems
Wedding Love Poems
Is the poetry of things?
or not her can condense my life?
Yesterday - looking at the last twilight-
I was a MOSS between ruins manchon.
Cities - hollines and revenge poems
the grey filth from the suburbs,
the Office that curved backs,
love poems the head of troubled eyes.
Blood of an arrebol on the hills,
blood on the streets and squares,
pain of broken hearts,
Wedding Love Poems I can hastíos and tears.
A river embraces the arrabal
like a frozen hand tempting in the darkness:
about waters they shame love poems
see the stars.
And the houses that hide the wedding wishes
behind the bright Windows,
while offshore wind wedding poems
It takes a bit of mud every rose.
Far... the mist of the olvidanzas
-thick fumes, broken embankments-,
and the field, the green field!, in that are gasping
the oxen and the sweaty men.
And here am I, sprouted among the ruins
biting only all sorrows,
as if crying were a seed love poems
and I single furrow of the Earth.
Is the poetry of things?
or not her can condense my life?
Yesterday - looking at the last twilight-
I was a MOSS between ruins manchon.
Cities - hollines and revenge poems
the grey filth from the suburbs,
the Office that curved backs,
love poems the head of troubled eyes.
Blood of an arrebol on the hills,
blood on the streets and squares,
pain of broken hearts,
Wedding Love Poems I can hastíos and tears.
A river embraces the arrabal
like a frozen hand tempting in the darkness:
about waters they shame love poems
see the stars.
And the houses that hide the wedding wishes
behind the bright Windows,
while offshore wind wedding poems
It takes a bit of mud every rose.
Far... the mist of the olvidanzas
-thick fumes, broken embankments-,
and the field, the green field!, in that are gasping
the oxen and the sweaty men.
And here am I, sprouted among the ruins
biting only all sorrows,
as if crying were a seed love poems
and I single furrow of the Earth.
True Love Poems
True Love Poems
If I only touch the heart,
If only you to place your mouth in my heart,
your thin mouth, your teeth,
If you place your tongue as a red arrow poem
love poems there where my dusty heart beats,
If you soplaras in my heart, near the sea, crying,
It would sound with a dark noise with sound of train with dream wheels
as hesitant waters,
as the autumn leaves,
as blood,
with a noise of flames wet burning heaven,
sounding like dreams or branches or rain,
or speakers of sad port;
If you soplaras in my heart, near the sea,
as a white Ghost,
at the edge of the foam,
in half of the wind,
as a called ghost, at the edge of the sea, crying.
Extended absence as sudden Bell True Love Poems
the sea delivers the sound of the heart,
raining, sunset, in a single coast
night falls without doubt,
and his grim blue banner in shipwreck
It is found of silver enronquecida planets.
And it sounds like the heart like a sour snail,
called, oh sea, oh I am sorry, melted oh horror
spread misery and ramshackle waves:
the sound of the sea accused love poems
recostadas shadows, their green poppies.
If you did exist suddenly, in a bleak coast
surrounded by the dead day poems
from a new night love poems
full of waves,
and you soplaras in my heart of cold fear
You soplaras in the single blood from my heart,
You soplaras in its movement of pigeon with flames
they would sound his black syllables of blood,
grow its incessant red waters,
and would sound, would sound to shadows,
would sound like death,
He would call as a tube full of wind or crying
or a bottle throwing horror to GLUGs.
This is, and the lightning cover your braids
and the rain would come by your eyes open
to prepare the crying you deftly encierras,
and the black wings of the sea turn on lathe
you, with large claws and Caws, and flights.
Want to be ghost it blow solo?
the sea his sterile, sad instrument?
If you only llamaras,
his prolonged són, his evil pito love poems
order of injured waves,
Perhaps, someone would come
someone would come,
from the peaks of the Islands, from the red background of the sea,
someone come, someone would come.
Someone would come, blows with fury,
It sounds like broken boat siren,
as lament,
as a whinny in the middle of the foam and blood,
as a fierce biting be and playing water.
Marine station
its spiral of shade circulates as a cry,
birds of the sea dismiss it and flee,
their sound, their dismal bars lists
they stood on the shores of the ocean only.
If I only touch the heart,
If only you to place your mouth in my heart,
your thin mouth, your teeth,
If you place your tongue as a red arrow poem
love poems there where my dusty heart beats,
If you soplaras in my heart, near the sea, crying,
It would sound with a dark noise with sound of train with dream wheels
as hesitant waters,
as the autumn leaves,
as blood,
with a noise of flames wet burning heaven,
sounding like dreams or branches or rain,
or speakers of sad port;
If you soplaras in my heart, near the sea,
as a white Ghost,
at the edge of the foam,
in half of the wind,
as a called ghost, at the edge of the sea, crying.
Extended absence as sudden Bell True Love Poems
the sea delivers the sound of the heart,
raining, sunset, in a single coast
night falls without doubt,
and his grim blue banner in shipwreck
It is found of silver enronquecida planets.
And it sounds like the heart like a sour snail,
called, oh sea, oh I am sorry, melted oh horror
spread misery and ramshackle waves:
the sound of the sea accused love poems
recostadas shadows, their green poppies.
If you did exist suddenly, in a bleak coast
surrounded by the dead day poems
from a new night love poems
full of waves,
and you soplaras in my heart of cold fear
You soplaras in the single blood from my heart,
You soplaras in its movement of pigeon with flames
they would sound his black syllables of blood,
grow its incessant red waters,
and would sound, would sound to shadows,
would sound like death,
He would call as a tube full of wind or crying
or a bottle throwing horror to GLUGs.
This is, and the lightning cover your braids
and the rain would come by your eyes open
to prepare the crying you deftly encierras,
and the black wings of the sea turn on lathe
you, with large claws and Caws, and flights.
Want to be ghost it blow solo?
the sea his sterile, sad instrument?
If you only llamaras,
his prolonged són, his evil pito love poems
order of injured waves,
Perhaps, someone would come
someone would come,
from the peaks of the Islands, from the red background of the sea,
someone come, someone would come.
Someone would come, blows with fury,
It sounds like broken boat siren,
as lament,
as a whinny in the middle of the foam and blood,
as a fierce biting be and playing water.
Marine station
its spiral of shade circulates as a cry,
birds of the sea dismiss it and flee,
their sound, their dismal bars lists
they stood on the shores of the ocean only.
Teen Love Poems
Teen Love Poems
Both love and walk out the books.
And if they have no kisses or regions
and if they don't have man hands full,
If do not have women in every drop poems
hunger, desire, anger, roads,
does not serve to shield or Bell:
Love Poems they are eyeless, and they may not open them,
they will have the dead of the precept mouth.
I loved the genital enramadas Teen Love Poems
and between blood and love my verses I cavé
hard ground I established a rose poem
disputed between the fire and the dew.
Why I walk singing.
ARAUCANIA, pink wet,
I inside of myself or in the provinces of water
your roots, the cups of the unearthed
with the broken larches, the dead pine,
and your name glitters in my chapters
as the fish caught in the yellow basket!
You're also patria patleada and you smell bad,
to bitterness, to low to chill.
Now that a day grew to be wide
as the land or larger still,
When opened the light showing the territory
your rain arrived and brought in their swords
the portrait of yesterday riddled,
the love of the Earth unbearable,
with those paths that lead me love poems
to the South Pole, between burnt trees.
Both love and walk out the books.
And if they have no kisses or regions
and if they don't have man hands full,
If do not have women in every drop poems
hunger, desire, anger, roads,
does not serve to shield or Bell:
Love Poems they are eyeless, and they may not open them,
they will have the dead of the precept mouth.
I loved the genital enramadas Teen Love Poems
and between blood and love my verses I cavé
hard ground I established a rose poem
disputed between the fire and the dew.
Why I walk singing.
ARAUCANIA, pink wet,
I inside of myself or in the provinces of water
your roots, the cups of the unearthed
with the broken larches, the dead pine,
and your name glitters in my chapters
as the fish caught in the yellow basket!
You're also patria patleada and you smell bad,
to bitterness, to low to chill.
Now that a day grew to be wide
as the land or larger still,
When opened the light showing the territory
your rain arrived and brought in their swords
the portrait of yesterday riddled,
the love of the Earth unbearable,
with those paths that lead me love poems
to the South Pole, between burnt trees.
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