There is a destiny that makes us brothers
None goes his way alone
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own.

Where the doubts are born
Where the destination is twisted
Where the exit closes
Where the light goes off
Where the road ends
That's where you find out who your true friends are

It's here
... next to you
... next to mine
... thank you for exist

Happy 2019 all my friends... I don't say names because I'm sure I'd miss some and I don't want

Playing the New Year game
it is fun to play, since no one
ever plays for keeps.

There are promises of change
love never ending, casting
all bad habits to the wind.

When the months go by, we
never look back, how we so
badly wanted to make the
New Year special.

Each year always different, each
year we'll live, love, and try to
change ourselves in a unselfish
way.

We all will become wise in
thoughts and play another
New years game each year.

Hope you have a special dream
this year, you may want to
be yours alone..

Always give your love in
respect, and smile always
to bring the rainbows shining
through..

HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ALL!
               2019

When you feel to tired
to take another step
you continue on each
day with a smile inside
your heart..

When life gives you many
heartaches, and tears
fall in vain, you take
it with the good, and
continue on your way..

Before each rainbow, the
rain must fall, soft
and cool around your
feet, it will soon dry
bringing a brighter day..

When you feel like life
has no more meaning, say
a little prayer, it will soon
calm your weary spirit..

When the blade is to sharp
causing pain, remember the days
when life was ever so great
and God let you roam, wild
and free

Beautiful World before Man

A world magnificent filled with wisdom
dripping in golden thoughts, magical mist
flowing through gates carved in marble
crystals adorn, on ground of green, brown
orange sensational emotions, capturing
intuitive clarification among st empires
boldly floating above universal sensational
adventures, administrating vows in terms
of understandable communication.

Remembrance; coated with satisfaction, among
each glance, given in a moment of was, now
and will be.

Cannot comprehend differences than, when
beauty was pronounced in many ways
that no longer exist.

Unimpressed, confused emotional acceptance
unbearable to conditions, having no excuse
for ways unexpected to humans now
living upon planet earth.

How this world of warmth and beauty
could radiate love, if we understood
what unconditional love consists of
without resentment.

So easy to follow hearts warmth
souls guidance, still we walk
in shadows of lost re-ensured truth
of our own making, caring less
camouflaged under restraint
foolishness.

I'm your female who makes you extremely in those crazy nights, and the one you do. Full of ******* your body,
I am your female who breathes next to your chest suffocating your breathing and stirs every time you make yours,
Your custody under your power of a woman, I am your female who retires in that skin to skin, touching the senses in one I am just that your female who knows how to get you in the passions I am your God turning the lamentations into a whimper of pleasure Infinite,...
I am your female who licks you every corner of the hell that embraces me without mercy,...
I'm your female who always awaits you in the room.. ready to feel under your emerald green look...
I am the female as beasts radiate the skin, with the nails feeling your body under the taste of my lips, I have you among my desire to belong to you-you are the one who bristles my skin
With Lips, kiss and lick my wet.. between my legs,
Feeling in my cavity... I'm your female, who knows how to get you in every space of your body succumb by playing with the lips, in your sweet ******.. that makes me scream and moan, I'm your Embrace me without limits I am the female of your most faithful slave,
I'm your female,, I drink from your body succumb the regrets of my mysteries tyrant master you that makes me scream of infinite pleasure and my delight between the lips kiss so aggressive in the nights full my lowest instincts culminating with my hands holding your ******* So taunt  the delight with the swing playing with the lips, I lick you, and hedgehog your skin with the wet tongue plays with the buds
I am your female who is reborn between your arms, moaning and screaming slogans that I excite every part erogenous in my mind submerged between ******* runs by me  in one just intertwined of my hells where I take your body succumb screaming of pleasure, I am you Female

You're my secret. The best secret That I have What I have given Many kisses The secret that between the sheets He has had everything of me. I have you. Where the heart Stronger late There is no angle Of my soul That you have not crossed And I do not want to leave you. Go far Now far from you But like the wind Free are Heart and soul They are looking for you Search your eyes Your mouth Imagining your smiles That I do not have I suffer But I prefer that. At least I suffer for you. My soul

If you are not able to accept others as they are, it's because you don't accept yourself as you are. Stop in your intention to change the other and start by changing you..
Look at life from another point of view laugh live it and accept the people around you as well as they are.

Those traits of light, those centellas that charge with magic the dawn, food of the sun in glow, those live, with pain or peace inside.
Night Flowers are, although so beautiful, ephemeral suffer their heartburn, because if one day is the century of roses, one night is the age of the stars.
Therefore, spring fugitive, already our evil and already our good is inferred, registration is ours in an uncertain sunrise, but, may the sun die or live.

Washing my wedding ring:

So this morning I was cleaning my wedding ring, I do it about once a week or so. I have this extra toothbrush that I clean it with set aside in the bathroom for when I need it. I got to thinking about how cleaning my wedding ring kind of symbolizes a healthy marriage for me. I’m a guy, a “guys” guy at that. My hands stay constantly banged up and *****. I work on cars, they get cut. I work in the yard, they get *****. My ring bears the brunt of those things as well. That’s why I clean it. Friends have asked why I take the time to clean it when it will probably get ***** and no one will really notice a difference. “Your the man, no one cares how pretty your ring it”. Here’s the thing. IT.DOES.MATTER.

Why?

Because every time I clean it reminds me of the small things in our marriage I should be doing. When my wife comes home from work have I listened to her day, like really listen. Put down my phone, turn off the tv, and make her day the center of my world listen, so that she feels like her day really matters to me because it does. While we’re laying in bed watching our favorite show at night did I reach over and scratch her back or play with her hair, letting her know “yes we may just be watching a show together but make no mistake, I know you're next to me and you are the center of my world. Have you stopped by her work lately and brought her a coke, or maybe her favorite candy. It doesn’t have to be extravagant, just something small to let her know “hey I was thinking about you and I thought you would like this”. See you don’t just “fall out of love” one day when you wake up. It happens over time because you stopped doing the little things, you stopped courting her(that, by the way, shouldn’t stop once you marry, that should enhance) you stopped trying to impress. Every day I wake to my wife, I pretend she is a stranger that I am madly in love with and think “how today can I make her fall in love with me”

The small things matter gentlemen, so yes I will continue to wash my wedding ring....

Those traits of light, those stars that charge with magic the dawn, phases of the sun that glow, those who live with pain or peace inside.
Night Flowers are, although so beautiful, ephemeral suffer their heartburn because if one day is the century of roses, one night is the age of the stars.
Therefore, spring fugitive, already our evil and already our good is inferred,
Registration is ours in an uncertain sunrise, but, may the sun die or live

And you come out of nowhere, to disturb my mind, minus emotions, you start to enter for every pore of my skin, even being in the distance, you achieve magical things, still not knowing anything about you, you come like a light to my darkness, Time, are you magical?
Like the magic that makes an eclipse, such as the moon loves the sun at a distance........ and you come from nowhere to give me your greetings, to give me a small sample of the beautiful being you are, and you come out of nowhere, as, and there is, that is, it is the restlessness of knowing that it will be like a fleeting love.
It's my feeling, it's my thinking.

With the delight of the hectic breath of my body over your body night, between my late and efforts, this anxiety Mia from you, you leave me stunned and my window has arrived the first rays of sun, in this raw Aurora, so today I woke up Playing with those desire to write; I have your dark cravings to do it in your naked body, your perverse letters full of lust, and infamous sadism of tearing your skin in my skin like I don't have you, I'll do it on your photo Explore your ways with my lustful and poisoned tongue, which moves, and purloin that is full of passion, oh, you feel my humidity!, that between your mind and your body, and I will do curses, so that you feel me in every nook of Your Body, in the deepest corners of your being, as well as you feel the warm nights...;
There is an accomplice in your soul, the one I want to decipher, today I write with the provision of my soul and the pleasure of my being, trying to write to you; there are emergencies in my of your honey, on my lips, for To be able to succumb between your groans, whispers screaming guttural, those filled with pleasure; I woke up with crazy cravings, that
Left the prints of my scent and the perfume of woman, here in your boisterous bed, that your smells, ******* and sweats permeating, my skin, in me, your encumbered flavor and printed in gold letters in me, oh, this need MIA From You!, I will leave a thousand ways of my delivery, that that will remain between you and me, under the custody of your gaze, green sea that serves you to observe our low instincts, of our wickedness, that that lives between My lips, feeling woman in every moan, where I writhe like the flames of Hell..., well, I'm that tempest, that calms my unholy thirst, that thirst Mia of your being; transforms into the volcano, that burns me with His burning lava and his ashes, from where the woman resurfaces, like the Phoenix bird; and there I am out, inside, up, down licking the flavors of your body, so I am the one who moans and makes you vibrate..., Your Canine smell, the one that carries in the memory my fragrances that of your virile member, that aroma that inflame your senses of man, and awakens the revived by you, between my hands I subject it and delights my lips, there is a memory, that When I supciono it, taking your part erogenous, while you play in me.., you bite me and ****, I'm back to moan like crazy, to feel so harmonious in my caves...; today I woke up playing with your *******, making it In your name, savoring and rub with my hands your mast, and there are suddenly you arrive, at that moment I go and you hit me with desire, I come ah your bed so submissive and delivered, ah!, scream raising your hands to heaven, while I'm enjoying and you like a panther scratching my body, with your hands frantic..., succumb my wishes and my desire on your lips, leaving the honeys of your ***** in me,
Thirsty lips, suffocating me your body, with the swing of my mess and sack of my mouth, with the salty and thick taste of my naked skin, it's your phallus, your prayer and your God!, so exquisite and so sweet, that That today I deliver to you, like the sunrise that in you leave....

Today I woke up with those desire to write,
In your body my lyrics about your photo
Today I'll start, explore. Your body with my tongue warm.. and wet between your mind and your body, so that you feel in the corners, deeper like nights,,
Today I write with the soul of my being, describing every part of you....
Among my lips, succumb to the groans, of l pleasure among them....
Today I woke up with the cravings, crazy to leave the prints of my scent,
Impregnated with my smell in you taxed companies in gold letters,
I will leave a thousand forms of deliveries hello lived under the custody of your gaze by observing the low instincts, of my wickedness between my lips, feeling in every whimper squirm like the flames of hell
I am the tempest that calms your thirst, of your being....
I'm the one who's volcano throwing the ashes, the woman resurfaces,,..
Between her licking the flavors of your body, I'm the one who moans and makes you vibrate
The memory and the fragrances.. of your body inflame my senses, wake up the revived between my hands she grabbed it delighted **** my lips *******, while you play with me...
You die and **** and I moan again, like crazy.. to feel so harmonious in my body...
Today I woke up playing with my body, in your name.... tasting with my hands, suddenly you arrive in your moment and you sent me with so much dementias.... scream raising your hands to heaven.... enjoying and scratching your body ,, with ms hands frantic, succumb my desire on your lips leaving the honeys of me..
On your lips, thirsty of thirst suffocating your body with the sway of your skin as exquisite as that of your skin as sweet as honey, today I deliver pleasure as the sunrise in you shines

Let the wind play with your senses!...
Let the breeze heat your heart!
That in the intense heat, between the windows of your soul, a little bit of breeze, to suffocate the flare that is inside you.

Drop your hair, let the wind play with it.... I will not only the windows of your soul but also leave the doors open...
It doesn't matter that you disorder more than it is.... sighs and also let you steal your breath, kiss the moment, recreate your interior,
It's time!
To Shake your senses, leave a little behind the memories, forget a bit of what you feel....
That you, you are present today!
And die for what you want and know that you can't, throw you in the nostalgia, opaque your heart of unnecessary tears.

Laugh, dance like the wind, caress your moment and be happy... so life gives you and gives you in every today.

Come enjoy together
Of these lips
That die
For feeling your kisses
That every one I feel your breath
Wish to bite
To every encounter
Kiss me with passion
That I order
That your night is your
Greater illusion and your best wish

It is this my extreme desire, in the urgency of my fantasies, with the grey of your lustful madness, there is a need in me to possess in your body completely, millimeter to millimeter and in every existing and non-existent reality, also, for I am an extremely ****** demon, metaphor of your desire and passion, which becomes a cluster of words, is my declaration of love and my invitation to *** for I am your multiple Venus, your Gypsy ******, your Eva strumpet, your wild female, My Angel and demon..., you I am the desire, temptation, and rendition in you, that that is only for me, you exchange the perverse and lustful guest of your women's forms, with the pagan ashes and dreams of my tormented Skin...., oh, my God, have mercy on me!, is it lust or madness? Or are both at the same time?, maybe, I don't know!, your little girl a thousand beings chained in my body; there is a strange scent of Jasmine and juggling in my rooms; here in this tartar, which is my room, In the ether of these walls; there is a perfume, that of your divine presence, for; being i taciturn, you come to me, as I go to my dreams, between realities and worldly fantasies, in that dream of my faded wickedness, I am Profane and pagan!, for a moment I am with a hidden scapular, praying maybe with the longing to possess me, but; there is cruelty, since the image of you in brain hugs me and this way leads me to accept my captivity ; in this uncertain hour of my living, since it reminds me and commemorates my desire of you, as an urgent need of my flesh; there in the twilight of the night, you dress of offerings for me, forget about the debts you have With God, I compassionate and full of lust, fight against your divine body, without more and without being your enemy, I offer the moisture of your skin, in this broken and scratched sunset, for; I give you the privilege of quench the Hunger of my pleasures, while I steal yours, about the wrapping of your forms full of mazes, at this moment that we are you and I United, since I know, that like you, others have brought accumulated fevers, angels lit and demons Hidden, I know that you crave the bite of my kiss, the punishment of me, and my forgiveness to punish your dwelling with my insatiable lust....

If I could have your hands
between mine and your eyes fixed on my eyes,
if I could have you every day,
I swear that my heart would give you for the
confines of the universe, my soul with yours would fly,
lighting the day and without hesitation ...
"My world of yours would be"

There is no time
When your skin is delivered to mine, it is for the clock, there is no time and everything stops, my body and yours, your soul and mine, are one, the caresses are invented without the need to think, your kisses They walk me while my mouth eats you complete, no need a word everything forms between the sheets and our pillows, testing your most secret places you become my perfect lover, while I caused the same in you, feeling your breathing and the movement From your body I know everything is perfect, your look tells me how amazing is the moment we want to be eternal.
There is no other, there is no other, this only we do you and I, your taste accompanies me in my mouth, you take mine, we yearn I came that day again where we can get in touch, I just ask for time don't walk, Life is not over and you never finish being my everything, where the only flavor you want is mine while i wish you.

To you...
That you sleep in the colors of the rainbow
That they painted in my eyes,
Yellow like the corn that grew in my being,
Let your heart talk to you about my memory
That is nothing but yours playing game.
Sit on my lap to fishing stars,
The same ones that are embroidered on your canvas.
Let me talk to you very short
From the tales of our story,
There's nothing but witches with the same face
In the flames of a universe that makes us fire.
I know, you can hear how the river sings
While with my hands flushed your hair,
What's not black than mine
Or that ancestral night
From which the wind has written.

To you.......
That you keep under your skirt
Red seas in your bowls
And chew dry leaves of
My dreams of dreams,
Break chains of uprooting
As a new pitcher tear.
Under the cottonwood of sorrows
Let all the cries remain,
I can lick scars of old rinds
And to your lips
My know decorate silences.
More never streets my heartbeat,
Let them run under the bridge of the disbelieved,
In Case you'll only talk my time.

To you.........
When your time comes
Raise your look to heaven,
There Mora Guardian the moon of our creed
The same that nourishes the sacred opal
Own of the matrix that your love creates.
You who live inside this man
And they call you woman.

To you...........
That I chose you
Sister of these my letters,
Here where I make you poem,
Me me
I worship you and wish

Promulgated between shadows, and lamentations burning between the flames of hell, and touching the sky with my hands,
Under the divine keeper of your lips,
Among the groans of my body, which shakes with such dementia by being possessed, in such a way between these walls,
Missing kisses and my forbidden caresses,
Looking between my lap
Who wants to fold in my warm body, you arrive and you possess me with so much brutality, I am hell and glory, who you extremes your body with my kisses ohh in this dark night where you only hear my scream sl feel your mouth bite my ******* ***** , you need to feel your lips walk in my warm and soft skin, which cries to feel the warmth of your body that numb my senses in the darkness by calling lovers, of. Stolen hours in this distance...
I am the enchantress of your nights of love...
I am that you call in silence the one who seeks to love in the nights of intensity... the wet of my caves I want to deliver my nectar on your lips, playing with my body, thirsty of love,

It's you ... I was there
looking in the twinkling
of each star.

It's you ... I was there
sensing in my
moon nights.

It's you ... I was there
looking at each
break of dawn.

It's you ... I expected you
after dying
strong storms.

It's you ... And always
I knew ... It's you.

They say I'm crazy,
That I'm not lost,
Who are you control my all my senses,
That I am estranged from all people and friends,
They say I'm crazy
that my movements are directed, by your thoughts,... that nothing matters to me everything you do... I pray that you always come back, and you don't deserve.. those hours you steal me...
That's why they say I'm crazy
Because of your love,
It's my flag because I've seen you in my dreams, and I follow you love wherever you want
That's why they say I'm crazy,
That's why they say I'm crazy,
Because of your skin, this my home,
Together along with you,
That's why they say I'm crazy,.. because with all your whims...
For the things of the two,
That's enough for me...
Delusions, I prefer to be called crazy, and to continue my madness because I always hire you, they say I'm crazy... that love is blind,
That you have become the whole universe,.. that I am in your hands in good luck and I created you I will tell you that you do not deserve these hours that you steal me
That's why they call me crazy and turned this madness into your eyes and in your mouth, that take me to the moon, that's why they tell me I'm

I'm that seduction
In your arms
I miss our nights of love
Where only you and I exist
Where I undress with your
Words of love
Where alone the two left
Out our passion
With which our kisses
Overflow Madness of love
Come to my heart and ****** me
And Let's make love

Feel the beat of your heart,
your sighs and your silence,
fly free in your sky,
the protection of your soul,
that tenderness and that understanding,
your angels and my demons fighting for their desires,
feel with you heaven and hell,
feel it with you all my love

I do not want to stop loving you.
I want to sleep with you every night.
I want to wake up by your side every morning.
I want you to be the first thing I see when I get up.
I want to see how you sleep and feel that warmth, feel your breathing, feel the beat of your heart.
I want to curl up in your arms and sleep like that, together, tight, as if a bit of space between us was forbidden.
I want to be the one who listens to you, who comforts you, who supports you and who makes you feel better when everything is not very well.
I want to be the one who reminds you of how special and important you are.
I want to be the one who knows you best. Your weaknesses, your potential, what you like, what you do not like.
That in spite of lovers, we are better friends.
I want to be the one who says 'I love you' every day.
I want to be the one who is always there by your side for everything.
I want to make breakfast with you.
I want to go for a walk at night, wherever we want, without anyone telling us anything.
I want to go to parties with you and be the couple that everyone envies. The couple that steals the show, we dance and enjoy as if there were no tomorrow.
I want to watch TV with you, together on the sofa.
And is that with you, even the simplest and smallest things feel so special.
I want to make spontaneous outings, where we do not know where we are going but we only guide, enjoying the walk because being with you makes everything more fun and memorable.
I want to listen to music with you, in the house, in the car, and scream the lyrics like crazy.
I want a future, a home, a family, a life with you.

She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun ’tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine

T'was the night before Christmas
  God glanced over the earth.
He looked to and fro,
  all over its girth.
They missed it again, He said with a sigh,
  A heavy heart, and a tear in His eye.
I gave them My son so they could be free,
  My greatest gift, to them from Me
They traded Me in, for a man in red,
  a little tree, and a horse-drawn sled.
How do I save them, when all they know
  is a talking snowman, and a box with a bow.
Maybe next year, they will stop and see
  the biggest gift of Christmas
Is the little Child from Me

How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speaks.
How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--
Thus doth Love speaks.

How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek--
The sudden silence and reserve when near--
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear--
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest--
Thus doth Love speaks.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
The haughty heart has grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--
Thus doth Love speaks.

How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with a glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like flashes of lightning that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
The impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
Thus doth Love speaks.

I've always preferred people
who didn't know how
incredible they are
for they are the worlds
best kept secrets

I taste the color of us
on my lips, in the thick
Red love smeared upon my skin.
Arrange me in fiery hues
and place me along the relics
on shelves long forgotten.
Come back and cast me
into the coolest shadows.
Draw the lines from my soul.
If I am nothing else, dear
lover, make me a masterpiece
and hang me, as you will.

When things seem difficult miserable
Life is turning away from you
Intimidated and worn out you remain
In the darkness at a corner, you examine
Watching the sky as it disappears
Reminding the lost beloved ones
How beautiful and caring they were
Vanishing without saying goodbye
Shortening your long lifespan
And leaving you destitute and lonely
Deeply you wonder
How life can really be unfair
To honest and good people like you
But all you let go off
And focus to mend your life
And strengthen your heart
With good and caring friends on your side
Opening the picture of brightness
Knowing GOD holds your hand
Leading you to your success
Stars embracing the whole sky
And you know your journey has started
In pursuit of your purpose
Slowly matching from dusk to dawn
With smiles and determination
In whispers, you read your heart
ALWAYS STAND STRONG

And perhaps
what made he beautiful
was not her appearance
but in her love
and in her courage
and her audacity
to believe
no matter
the darkness
around her
light ran wild
within her
and that was the way
she became alive
and it showed
in everything....

I bumped into her and his poetry.

Her beautiful verses that a thousand times I read, woke the passion very inside my heart.
Her poems were never for me, but in my mind his words became fantasy.
And I dreamed of those verses that someday, she would write me.
So my days were filled with an equal joy, my afternoons of wisdom and my nights of melancholy
... while life flowed with an unknown energy.
Dreaming, playing, playing and dreaming.
Without seeing, without listening, without reason to feel in my life.
Crossed new trails of naked feelings,
I opened my soul and my own being.
I shared with my sorrow and my pain and every mystery of my interior.
I delivered my spirit to its magical dimension,
I made it into my God.
I built for a beautiful throne full of love........

Because my lips are looking for you the taste of your being.
Among them play with the aroma, of your skin,
My lips so restless and sweet, they seek the flavors of your love, so ex-of is to feel the lips, juicy and restless, stroking the most erógenos of you....
My lips are soft to feel your vibrate among them when kissing... and **** your eroticism with them,...
My lips are thirsty for you... nothing is as beautiful as drawing your body with my lips,...
My lips so wet and fleshy I invite you to move them, kiss them,
They seek you in the night's humidity,, they take away the thirst to love,
My desire to love without reservations, with my lips, full of love, to the contact of your skin, they know how to love with my lips drawing a smile, illuminated your face of lust and love savoring you in a thousand ways my lips so avid to look for In the darkness, of the night where you give yourself to the light of the new moon my lip at dawn wakes you up, kiss to kiss every space of your body

I die for your kisses,
For your ungrateful smile,
For your beautiful caresses are you my joy..

I ask you not to fail me
Don't ever leave me and never forget
That I'm the one who loves you
That I am who awaits you
That I'm the one who cries
That I'm the one who longs for you the minutes and hours..

I'm dying to kiss you
Sleep in your mouth
I'm dying to tell you that the world is wrong..
I'm dying to kiss you
Sleep in your mouth
I'm dying to tell you that the world is wrong..
Who is wrong..
That is wrong

I die for your absence
That makes me miss
That makes me dream when you need me
I ask for the morning
That by my side wake up tangled in bed
There's how you need me
That I am who awaits you
That I'm the one who cries
That I'm the one who longs for you, the minutes and hours..

I'm dying to kiss you
Sleep in your mouth
I'm dying to tell you that the world is wrong..
I'm dying to kiss you
Sleep in your mouth
I'm dying to tell you that the world is wrong..
Who is wrong..
That is wrong

I'm dying to kiss you
Sleep in your mouth
I'm dying to tell you that the world is wrong..
Who is wrong..
That is wrong

Today I miss your scent on my skin, today I will write in your body shaking of love, between tears and groans,
Today I will write the verses in your skin, with the scent of my being today I will lick the most ****** corners, imagining the pleasures of my body... Alvorotando the senses, caresses and culminating, the ecstasy in your skin, in me...
Today I will rule the lamentations, and soul succumbed in this Calvary, of sublime love, among lovers, looking for the night where the sounds of my soul are. I regret them in this silence calling in my mind your name encumbered as tattoos in me
Today I miss your kisses and caresses in this silence

I do not get used to this world of expensive things, cheap people, values on sale, feelings in liquidation and hearts in bankruptcy. That's what we expect, not get used to it. And the best way to not get used to it, is showing that things are expensive while people are willing to pay for it, people are cheap when they have a price, of value, the values are down, when the ambition is placed before the feelings, feelings in liquidation are, when hope is lost. And so hope that those who wait will not count the hours. And while we are still waiting, hope is not lost. That someday love arrives, that when it arrives it will materialize and be almost perfect, have patience when you think you have found it, that the one that goes away becomes full than the one you share, do not be disappointed with the one you already have, be eternal, and that every night is a honeymoon. And while we continue waiting, we do not lack the desire to move forward, that all dreams, at some point become reality. That the makeup does not extinguish your smile, that the baggage does not ballast your wings, that the calendar does not come in a hurry, that the dictionary stops the bullets, that the blinds correct the dawn, that the desire wins, longing and the I can, Let those who wait not to count the hours, let those who will die of fear. Let the end of the world surprise you dancing, let the stage fill you with success, Never know how, or when you are flying, just fly. That a genuine heart does not go out of style, that the autumns gild your skin, that truths do not have complexes, that lies look like a lie, that mirrors do not give you reason, that you take advantage of looking at what you see. Do not worry about you helplessness, that every dinner is your last supper, that being brave does not come out so expensive, that being a coward is not worth it. Do not buy for less than anything, do not sell love without thorns, do not fall asleep with fairy tales, do not close the bar on the corner. That in spite of everything, while you wait, be yourself and that your authenticity is your greatest trophy.

No me aconstumbro, ah desperta sin ti
Quizas el olvido llegó alos lazos del amor,
No me aconstumbro a vivir sin amor ,
En estas noches tan fria, como el invierno, ..
No me acostumbro a vivir entre la odscuridad sin los lamentós al ser penetrenada en esta imensa... odscurida, donde te colmó de besos y gemidos ,levantando el alba entre mis ganas te pintó mi alma como tatuajes en tu ser,
No me aconstumbro a dejar de saborear, tu eròstimo entre mis labios , suncumbe los sentidos , al desperta con mis besos las partes erógenas y los rincónes de tu cuerpo.. quien esparce mi lengua su deleite , humedad entre mis labios, que acaricia saciandote, en cada exclamò de placer, ...
no me aconstumbro...
Ah vivir sin amor, en esta noches, que despierta mi ansieda de ser mujer...
entre mis labios jugosos y humedos suncunbem
que hoy entrego en tus labios, que juegas con mis ganas no me acostumbro entre mis gemidos gritando en el silencio de mi cuerpo, quien difruta de tu erótismo , grande y gruesp penetrandome , con el vaiven de tu cuerpo. Metiendo, y sacando mis ganas de mi cuerpo ,que sube en ti donde mi húmeda difruta su baile de erotico, jugando con tus dedos en mi cavida sale un gemido de placer, que grito al cielo , implorando no terminar , no me aconstumbro a vivir sin ti

Your memory with me in this land that you loved so much, accompanies me on that same sea of so much blue that has not left a day of your absence to ask for you with wave and wave, under this same sky that not one day will leave your memory, for that same air that does not find any loneliness like yours, nor heart that moves for its high heartbeat.
By The Silhouette of your beaches, profiles of your mountains, which make pure tremor the Poniente sun, by Glens Hondísimas without water, streams of adelfares where it beats deep under the dry an eternal edge, which unites the high sierras to the seas, cubríales pobrísimos , slates, ruins of vineyards and mills, almendrales ghosts, who lend some mild snow to these winters, among these sierras that surround your maternal city, among these things that do not go, which go inside, and so safe, between What happens, something remains forever: memory and feelings.
We feel that the moment remains motionless with those who want, pure stone in the Sierra, lost water, fire burning perennial, Sea Motionless, hardness of a mirror touched by the single vision of beauty, just instant to love that to the Humans make us eternal, angels are standing in the air of the hours.
I feel the air alive with naming you, the warm heart with feeling, more beautiful this landscape that here is still with the loneliness of you, with its nostalgic beauty in your gaze.

Who said that the sea sighs, lips of love to the beaches, sad?

Let it be wrapped by the light camp, glory in height and in the sea, gold.
Ah Sovereign light that surrounds, sings the unfading age of the sea.
There, reminiscing, without time, the sea exists.
A heart of a goddess without death, beats.

The night sings in silence of stars and a radiant light awakens to the quiet sea, between the sublime of a mermaid singing.
The Moon is very beautiful is the perfect goddess, her face is painted on the infinite sea.
I looked at the horizon when everyone slept and she came down from the sky wrapped in white clouds
The adorned sea gave him a thousand kisses, she corresponds to her sweet smile.
The Sea and the moon are lovers, they are secret lovers, silent, perfect, they are eternal lovers, their love is sacrosanct and at the same time it is a reflection of a forbidden love, of that love that unites us, of that love hidden and revealed Look.
On the moon nights, the scene is repeated, they are the sea and the moon in peaceful delivery, they are like our souls that furtive mix, with fragrance to spray of a night asleep, with infinite madness of two, crazy in love, of two Naked bodies that feed on kisses, are the sea and the moon consumed in fire.

Sometimes deciding
  who you are is
deciding who you'll
  never be again....

"I went falling in love with ty"
I went falling in love with you,
Not to make you mine
But to make us.

Little by little, slowly,
I fell again in the illusion,
Where from time to time
Love hesitation and cheats.

Sometimes I saw you while
You looked at me, dreaming,
Cherish, creating.
I thought of everything and you.

And it's that I believed
In your eyes, in the word
From every day you do,
In your emotions,
In some smile of yours.

I knew, or rather
I meant that my presence was
In you as in me yours
When you weren't even.

And I expected a
Good action to convert
The days in roses,
The Moon in water,
Your hair in my hands.

But I knew that I didn't
Was, you were leaving without
Having personally desengañando me
That we were not us
Just you and me separating.

And me there watching you again
And you know nothing.
I went falling in love with you,
Little by little, slowly.
And little by little I was doing it.

I have seen an angel, wearing one of its broken wings, crying, holding the pen to write but had nowhere to translate his writing. In the other hand, he held his wounded soul, as if the heart vanished in silence, I wanted to know if it was pain or the fact of not being able to fly or write sad, I went to see him and I saw with stupor, that I looked like.
The angel is not sad, just lay as a spring inside because he is not allowed to fall from heaven.
An angel cries, when the light of the soul has gone out when a wing has broken and we are condemned to walk among mortals when it changes its brightness to embrace and surrender its life.
An angel weeps when love has gone and the fast-flowing river has dried up of innocence, of beauty, of the subtlety of the enamored soul, seeing the legs of the mired souls who have lost the gift of walking, between stanzas of poetry, that they have lost the gift of opening their hearts, to the love that lives hidden among stories, between stories and prophecies, they have lost their amazement and surprise, they have lost the gift of love.
An angel cries, when love has gone to oblivion when the hooting of the wind cannot overcome the deep silence of a love that has departed or a friendship disguised as deception.
An angel cries knowing that someone has left, walking after other steps on a lost path, dressed in mourning because his mission and reason for existence are over.
Losing a wing, only means, becoming human and not being able to love, forgetting how to dream, what love is like and how it is to truly love, from the depths of the soul, without letting ourselves be embraced.
Therefore, in a distant path, where dream and reality come together, where dreams of past lives become future realities, there, where the name awaits perennial, where the light baggage becomes, where the word floats and the letters spill beyond the dream of dreams itself, on the threshold of the crow that perches on the lintel, beyond the mortal body and soul, where beings and ghosts are one, forgetful of journeys and captive souls, in the secluded corner, hidden obscurity that seizes, where the wind and the mist listen silences and the crowd in lost dawns, in your memory that lathe, smoke of molten ash, in the desperate cry, oppression of vague prejudices, in the muddied mind, poisons of tormented blood, beyond name and disorder, in normal sanity of madness, on the other side of this masquerade, hiding unbridled passions.
There, distant lands of blessed insolence, in wind and fire, air and smoke, in the dream of dreams.
There and only there, I will find the name of an Angel with broken wings.

When you are inspired by some great purpose or extraordinary project, for a love, thoughts break the barriers, the mind transcends its limitations, awareness expands in all directions and you find yourself in a new wonderful world.
The pages of your soul open and your heart blooms for your dreams.
Your feelings like butterflies fly and forces, faculties and sleeping talents come to life.
At that moment you realize that you are much bigger than you would ever have dreamed of and a smile can become the best gift of your life.

A blessing you painted with the flavor of life,
Soothing words with the muse of love;
Patterns!
With the colors of life;
Magic! !
With the colors of love;
North view,
South view,
East view,
West view! ! !
A blessing you painted with the romance of nature;
Like the sun and the windmill,
With the doorway of peace.

Two young ladies arrived a Meeting wearing clothes that were quite revealing their body parts. Here is what the Chairman told them: He took a good look at them and made them sit. Then he said something that, they might never forget in their life. He looked at them straight in the eyes and said; "ladies, everything that God made valuable in this world is well covered and hardly to see, find or get.

1. Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground, covered and protected.

2. Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean, covered up and protected in a beautiful shell.

3. Where do you find gold? Way down in the mine, covered over with layers of rock and to get them, you have to work hard & dig deep down to get them.

He looked at them with serious eyes and said;
"Your body is sacred & unique" You are far more precious than gold, diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too."So he added that, if you keep your treasured mineral just like gold, diamond and pearls, deeply covered up, a reputable mining organization with the requisite machinery will fly down and conduct years of extensive exploration.
First, they will contact your government (family), sign professional contracts (wedding) and mine you professionally( legal marriage).But if you leave your precious minerals uncovered on the surface of the earth, you always attract a lot of illegal miners to come and mine you illegally. Everybody will just pick up their crude instruments and just have a dig on you just freely like that. Keep your bodies deeply covered so that it invite professional miners to chase you.
Let us all encourage our wives, friends and daughters to dress well and decent!

I Remember

Wide-eyes in amber hues brimming with salty tears
Four years old in red ruffles and day of the week *******
Mama’s precious baby girl
Trembling, frozen with fear, cold and confused
Silenced, but I remember

Truth or dare on the trampoline
Triple dog five-second French kiss or eat worms
Mama’s little daredevil
and innocent boys following the footsteps of their forefathers
Busted, I remember

Open window and moonlit shadows dancing on the wall
Thirteen and rebellious; Mama’s little wild child
“Everyone else is doing it. Don’t you love me?”
Pressured, I remember

Head down, tears flowing, pushing past the picket line
Fifteen and pregnant, Mama’s ***** *****
Cold steel forced inside me, life ripped from my womb
“MURDERER!” I remember

Strobe lights and rap music, twerking teenage dreams
Sixteen with nothing to lose, Mama’s party girl
Beer run – two guys in a Chevy truck looking for some fun
“Drink up baby girl.”
Room spinning, losing consciousness. I remember

Bright lights, bloodshot eyes, and grunting,
hip bones pounding into supple flesh
Incoherent but coming to, Mama’s naive fool.
Struggling to scream and unable to move
Tossed curbside next to the trashcan, battered and used.
Damaged, I remember

Butterflies taking flight, head floating in the clouds
Young and reckless, making plans for the future
They said we’d never make it so we set out to prove them wrong
Independent and headstrong, Mama’s ******* the run.
Head over heels, I remember

Dimly lit room, cold gel smeared across my belly
fluttering of a tiny heartbeat, fear and joy intertwined
Mama’s gift from the heavens, I shall protect you with my life
I often dreamed of the day I would cradle you in my arms
My existence had a purpose, I remember

Blood dripping down trembling legs,
Blurry lights passing by in a frenzied pace
pain unimaginable as the room fades to black.
Floating between dimensions, struggling to find my way back.
Wings gifted, Mama’s little angel
Inconsolable, I remember

Silence shattered like broken glass
“Ms. Daigle, I’m afraid you may never bear children…”
A woman’s worth destroyed in thirteen syllables
Fertile soil now barren – hopeful heart destroyed and abandoned
Mama said it was for the best, I remember

Consumed by heartache, weighted by grief and despair
I sought love in the form of flying fists and rage
Black eyes and body bruises, Mama taught me well
I deserved it, I remember

Surgical steel piercing my vein
Injecting poison to numb my pain
Mama’s little ******
There was no escape, I remember.

The body has gone limp, heartbeat slowing
Discarded by a coward, left there overdosing
Silent screams as tears rolled down my cheeks
***** staining sweat-soaked sheets
I am fading and Mama can’t save me now
but I was born a warrior, I remembered

I begged God for mercy and fought my way back to the light
Never again will I be swallowed by the darkness of the night
I am immortal, and I remember everything.

I threw in the towel,
God threw it back
and said,
"Wipe your face,
you're almost there"

Tell the story of a caterpillar that God spoke to him and told him that he would do great things with her, who would transform her life and everyone would be wonderful about her, just had to do something, " go to the
Going to the mountain, woah!, it would seem impossible for a little caterpillar, but she didn't care, started her journey with a single fervent purpose inside, reaching the mountain.
The first day was more than an hour moving and advanced little more than 2 meters. But it didn't matter, I had faith that it would come
Then he found the trunk of a great fallen oak.
How hard would it be to get to the other side!, however, there was no other way
In his trance a spider saw him from afar and quickly approached him curious to know what the caterpillar would do.
The Caterpillar to see him already something tired asked him help to cross over the trunk and the same questioned him for what.
To what he answered very enthusiastic: I'm going to the mountain!
The Spider only mocked her and expressed her that with her size and her condition would be impossible, she would never reach the mountain.
However, the oruguita still without help from the spider, and his desire to reach his goal, spent 2 days and could cross the trunk.
Although she was tired, her forces were renewed when she listened to her inner voice that she would reach the mountain.
On his trip he met a lake. What a difficult situation!
I didn't know how to ride the other side.
Suddenly he saw a frog, his hopeful eyes shone without ceasing and asked him kindly help to cross the other side.
When the frog knew the purpose, of "reaching the mountain", he mocked with cravings, it was crazy, he would not witness his failure. So he left and left him alone.
The little girl saddened to be alone and that no one helped her, took deep breath and climbed to a fallen leaf of a tree.
I knew that by the water stream could fall, but there was no other way to get to the other side of the lake.
So he clung to the leaf and was more than a day spinning in circles until he finally reached the shore.
It was awesome, everyone to see it was caught, the oruguita did not fail, just went ahead no matter what had traveled, I just wanted to reach the mountain with his eyes placed on the goal.
Already very tired, after such a long tour, he saw the mountain closer than before, but with pain in his gaze witnessed that he was still far and because he felt he was fading, and suddenly, he succumbed his face on earth.
All animals, insects that had heard of the oruguita, of their fervent longing to go to the mountain, although they did not help him, felt to make him a burial worthy for his perseverance and wrapped it in a cocoon and the spider put it on top of A tree for everyone to remember the brave oruguita.
As time passed, something unexpected happened, the cocoon broke and sprouted from this beautiful butterfly with beautiful wings.
No one understood anything, the oruguita yes, and cried with all his being:
Now I'm going to the mountain!!!
God promised me and he's waiting for me!!!

When God tells you: go, go, do this or that!
Don't stop even if the whole world opposes, even the closest, don't stop to reach your dreams.
Well, if God spoke to you, only you can understand.
Remember that the kingdom of heaven is madness for those who are lost.
The Kingdom of heaven is strong and only the brave take it away.

" blessed is the man who supports temptation; because when he has resisted the test, he will receive the crown of life, that God has promised those who love him."
(James 1:12)

" Behold, I come soon; hold what you have, so that none take your crown."
(Revelation 3:11)