Thursday, February 25, 2010
Cocolo Uncensored Mediafire
We got to dance around the same time and when we entered the room the idea was DANCE, good or bad, either alone or accompanied, disguised or not, but dancing.
We do not know well what was the thing, then, with some shyness, began to look around to see if those already before giving us a clue and made us instead. Product
excitement and emotion surprised us cry but we calmed when someone approached us and told us it was not a contest, that it was important to feel good and enjoy. We mixed in the crowd and suddenly found ourselves dancing great! Everything was new for us, sound, music, aromas, colors, fragrances and many other sensations. The room was
filled with little, not without pushing or stepping on, but neither were those who gave us a helping hand to get up after falling.
This is the DANCE, and it is Life, a dance that was popular there for 50 years and reach 50 raised the cup and say YOU KEEP THE MUSIC THAT DANCING IS FANTASTIC!
A big hug, Flavia, your dance partner.
EXPECTATION AND ENJOY
She first appears before an important event with you in the preparation: hair, clothes, makeup, everything to the last detail, and the gift, which is nothing else than the way to give your affection.
expectation, it is women like you, and it is your friend, you banking anxiety, indecision, the trial before the mirror, the countless questions and fantasy. I came to the door, I wish you luck and leaves.
Then, as you are very pretty inside and out, comes to you a gentleman, winks, invites you to dance, offers delicious snacks, you reach a drink, you are installed throughout the party, makes you laugh , caress you, takes your hand and go together, that is the enjoyment.
For my friend Roxana Hugs, Flavia.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Fotus De Mulheres Nuas
acts are remote clocks
are steps in the air shouting
voices are a series of words in the hands
the pulse of the shadows
are great pains
silhouette
death in the mother's missing clothing
are my eyes on her
watching the sea and my back
alternately
are my eyelids shut up
and close the soul
increasingly difficult
the heat leaving the cold
bankruptcy and the monsters that shelter
is silence on the empty plain
voice and the echo alone
waiting until the pain
the lightning split the land and remove
blood in the mud some brightness
something alive
is that old age is not as far away
tiredness on waking
is the still air of hopelessness
or the sum of the actions that accumulate errors
is my sadness
of others that I cherish with care
remote time clocks mine.
White Blisters Throat Hurts Swallow
A choir my eyes and your eyes dancing
the veins
touched the earth revived
wind
wind pushed
the air like leaves
crosslinked
blooming
born just blind air
white pages
about to experience
your leg my leg a duet
in this country written by ghosts
even swam in the wind
in making a groove straight
the leaves yours
unnamed
looking for your hands in the air
we crossed
your voice my voice to smoke
looking for your word I say
the tree rooted in you
where I long to lose.