COST ME ... My beloved Spain
Sunday, March 13, 2011
How Long Until A Mole Becomes Melanoma
Fotolattkeva
I can not sentarme a mi lado,
hablarme a mí sola y decirme las cosas que tengo,
Y bastante seria cerrar mi sonrisa. Me cuesta volverme severa y sentir que me quiero con mucha paciencia.
Y es que soy ingrata conmigo ya en todo, But those others who believe free any punishment, and even giving me smile reasons
horn that will not compromise because If it costs, say three things of life - if another fade! -
were so fresh and happy
hablarme a mí sola y decirme las cosas que tengo,
las que no me gustan,
las que siempre pierdo.
Y es que soy ingrata conmigo ya en todo,
padezco de olvidos pero no por años…
¡Es que me conozco,
ay, Dios, cómo cuesta
talk to myself,
ratillo have to be effective,
mark my face with my own finger ...
horn that will not compromise because
!
...
Being very expensive, do not forget who you are and say
much where I'm going!
very hard and never being emotional.
- But how they want?,
- and I say so! -
were so fresh and happy
felt as they deserve to have those who measure,
harassing his wrongdoing and come, and we confuse
pisa and aim above the rest
break our life.
If you took out the meat juice
leaving bones and flowers without stamens
... And I get angry over the bill, sing unto others what I'm thinking but especially me, with rage and
and understand once and for all to sing forty! Hell, it's hard, yes See me in my own eyes, touch the touch, feel and all,
mourn over my shoulder, just a Elisa: "Frog".
_________________ Frogs know, Men think, the air carries the dreams are, but what holds silence. (Elisa Lattke-09)
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...
And me, being as I am,
be so light and so and reread,
is that I always know a lot about myself as I am
my witness and no other;
and I take care to be rather hard and teaching
teeth without much armor
a good person, when some idiot
as "thinker"
all mocks. ;
and understand once and for all to sing forty!
mourn over my shoulder, just a
little and I can never and that's hard to feel and love me
by what I'm honored ...
And only by being aware hug!
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