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MIA LUNA

Feeling brilliant
in your looking glass

secretly harbored the astral chill

and solitary nest spring

dealt amorphous silences

by the spell of my sad disappointment

that embarrassed alone
Lira denied their freedom.

Eras icing spray my face
- gentle breeze -

lumps of honey - fir perpetual-

the flush of my passion

Hurricane invented madly

the rite of our souls bare

with excessive delivery pure kiss
as the alpha and omega
without end.

strand entwined in the silk of your skin

with the tips of my thumbs and lips flame

dozing in the recesses of your back

in their dawn from the center of your chest
to the grooves of your soul

where the song of your heart

you exist I run the scale melodious

yoked to that voice scented
that traveling from thy bowels

sovereign the immensity of my affection.

Today I embrace exile

unfathomable and solitary dungeon
perverse desert ;
where the phrase without you
threaded my way

where I seek the miracle

as that afternoon

where germinated seeds and fruits
descarnádose eager to live.

Sweet love
my moon
'm field flourishes
soft echo of your touch.

Back
transmuted into storm
soft evening
between umbra morning
wrapped breath of breeze
and beautiful melody of your laugh.

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miserable hours I come dancing on
on flakes lacerating evening
through unhealthy nostalgia
furrowing aged in wormwood questions


heart grunts as perhaps in vain for your voice
Mandala not find the talisman
and I am the ethereal protagonist
a life devoid of self


The world changed so greatly demasido
and remain the same without knowing
the same on top of an inverted top
waiting nonexistent love the chorus


long have you watched in your dreams
reduplication agonizing sweetness veiled
elevating the sacred breath of pristine Eden
spell seizing my feeble looking

Sangra ice wine as the wine glass
and syrup of your eyes without being able to enjoy
actually pretending to be lavished winter
no see and cross the gates of the city's arcane


Fugo vain conviction
and anguished singing my dungeon punish
staff silent reading my love
hearing alone, the severe pain notes


I am still wandering blind
universe sees you ...


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Across the Universe. This great Beatles song written by Lennon and his poetic lyricism, can be interpreted in many positive ways and in all fits:

"Nothing's gonna change my world." I assure ...

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My expires be
as the sob succumbs
and crystal tears
to break on the transition from the dry leaves
contemplating a trip of a winged heart
that is attached to the intoxicating flame
kidnapped countless kisses


The voice that calmed the storm
and your insurmountable uncertainty
silence protest is yoked
in asphyxia of the doors ajar
that hit most cherished dream
a soulless hell
of endless questions


comes the cold wind rose
lavishing a maze of shadows
vain spreading petals
purplish levitate
pumps blood and how
each hours a
oppress your trail
everlasting for each anagram of your name
nefarious trail under these steps deceased
in love verb conjugation
are the infinite sorrow


Mortal relay of said
have loved to have felt
considered assassinated
by hate hate
fragmenting inclement
the shine of your eyes
where my soul lay
as breakout star of the sea ...

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I went to your hands and look

Hearing not go gently a

Today regurgitate go

And I do not want to hear more than anything

'm his ghost spectrum

For true love is forever

was only promise the dawn of a truncated

why I lied to the dew in the dawn

And the chirping of the birds

That morning return

forever So dormitaré

While awaiting his excitement silent

my resurrection And eternal sleep alone, just die ...

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LATE NIGHT ETERNAL

And I loved

as cup hummingbird

were my goldsmith

to shape my heart

did in your name a lyre

sung by larks

since that Spring

I traveled your hands tied

adhered to the silk of your skin

stuck to your soul intense

final desperate in your love

and my failures as human

not exist without loving moment

or domestic indolence distances

I lavished my verses

yours always

waiting not knowing you exist

and moons painted on your watch unknown

but a wicked strange fire

tore our living

and now I can not hold

The rain on the way

is a partner of my tears

December longing smiles

purity and brightness of your eyes

more pain and loneliness

abolished the happiness

oh my sweet love that you blew

love that forever ago

when your face lit by the sun

life showed me the two lit

all this is my reason ...

Adagio Cantabile

Kate's Playground Bullet

Maybe after I die maybe I

nestled in a breath of nostalgia infinite

of bitter misfortune feel defeated in

like shipwreck faded silent this time

I will leave in the stream of my sorrows

the singing of our sweet melodies

plying blue skies Sunday

and jailer mirror looks lost and

I love you in the dark death fall

inescapable legacy of the tragedy

Lake night forever bleeding

mouthful starvation of my stuff

Before that the memories emularé

each piece of great life you gave me

and your delicious crumbs downs tied

there where the pain muttered a sad song

those musical notes come

one to one rub the frost from my eyes

transmuted into dew the seven seas sailing

is love bars confined by abject

Yours disenchantment and sadness my

and all we are only absent masters

your gaze does not rest in my soul more intense

for my hugs distant light bruise to the stars

The night now is pretty vast and lonely

has woven his cloak to wrap myself in the game

not blame the love but fragmentary doubt

acute serenade that takes the kiss transfixed and overcome

But strip today Firefly briefly

not know if it's your look or a precious diamond

I will join her in the tomb of mortar

and bury the burning fever stabbing ...

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THIRD SUNDAY AUGUST DAY OF THE CHILD IN THE NIGHT SONG PERU

Because his heart is pure poetry

because his soul is white lily

because they are the hope of our world

and teach us to be better

not in word and action dañemos

Happy Children's Day in Peru

I left three special videos: "Across the Universe" by The Beatles Child coral Argentina, the Welsh girl Connie Talbot - a cherub-performing brilliantly sings "Always Love You" by Whitney Houston and a hilarious video of a Korean child emulating Paul McCartney on "Love Me Do" by The Beatles.

Let docile as children, the world would better.

Nothing Is Gonna Change My World

John Lennon

ACROSS THE UNIVERSE - THE BEATLES

"ALWAYS LOVE YOU" - THE VOICE OF THE GIRL CONNIE TALBOT WALES

LOVE ME DO - THE BEATLE KOREAN CHILDREN

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evening twilight In assaults

grabs the light at the same moon

sovereign and dance the fucking loneliness

racks that after I declaims her treacherous irony

collecting every piece of my death

and sweet lap sheltering your hugs.

comes after the collapse reminiscent

petals tumble on this epitaph

in pale blush docile

how leaves falling on the tundra

that footprints are mingled with the dust

and ash are irritating my eyes

dead voices silenced without your laughter.

Contigo it were the words and my lyrics

April, May and June

I see the hills and clouds inverted silver birch

leave of my blackened soul

lost because you are mourning the lily lira

plying the Cuculi whatever that home

and warm loaf in the dawn used to cherish.

calcined in the night

Silvio and Sabina

Lennon and McCartney

Whoever Contigo

is only love for one

rending melodies

in clairvoyance evening.

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Its only love - John Lennon

"I have no right to make it girl?


For no one - Paul Mc Cartney

And nothing in his eyes again, no sign of love behind the tears cried for no one, a love that should have lasted years. You want her, need her and yet you do not believe when she says her love has died, you think you need.


Who Was - Silvio Rodriguez

Nightingale Whoever Whoever Lennon and McCartney, Sindo Garay, Violeta, Chico Buarque, who was your troubadour.


Contigo - Sabina Jachin

I do not want to know why you did it, I do not want you or without you, what I want, girl with sad eyes, is to die for me.

FOR NO ONE - Paul McCartney

WHO WAS

Replacing Impeller On Evinrude

Let me tell

each of wild times

sharp storm that filled

memory behead

and sear my feet

per Step back home

on sidewalks where you appear

your eternal image

outside world

feel caught my

by raucous past .

I said "time is stolen love"

understanding each night

the fiery purpose

of unfathomable and proud

in my lonely room

lavishing merciless

that space where doze

the soft seeds

the immense rose

left on your skin.

is the look

that evening of October

without you comes

and lodges in sheets

of barren farmland

Which does not germinate

flourishes where there

seed

rose

without seeing

the abject cold

talisman that beautiful ...

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AGON

The notation of a love bird

germinated with sincere courage

be muzzled in pursuit bleeding

how vain sacrifice path to the threshold

How it was possible to demolish it!

went beyond the perennial

peaks beyond imaginable only in dreams

beyond the high sea in the gloom

yet the singing soothed despair

Do not you listen carefully, spectra are only

Perhaps there back to the beginning

be like we were

feel sorry

live as we live

There is no panacea late

I breathe in agony our absence

and exhale solitude shaking undaunted

as no recall of memory comes

is icy blanket blanket

The face of what was

Timeless in acute aphonia

search our souls

your smile smeared my devotion

but I see only the tomb

; Where we lie silent

There sacrifice

the bird has flown.

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ROAD MOTHER IN POETRY AND MUSIC PERUVIAN

Today I give you two beautiful poems written by poets Peru: Cesar Vallejo (Vanguard) and Abraham Valdelomar (Modernist). This Sunday in Peru and elsewhere is safe celebrates Mother's Day, I have no words to express all that my mother did and does for me, just came to my mind, this Friday May morning, that "Poem XXIII" de "Trilce" Universal Poet, my cholo Peruvian Cesar Vallejo and "Tristitia" Abraham Valdelomar.

"Trilce" semantics is a letterhead which apparently does not exist, but in the art of poetry there are no limits to creativity, some students of the poetry of Vallejo try to define this word as a contraction syntactic "Triste" and "Sweet." This poem is that, the metanoia of the sad and sweet. As a delicious lemon Pye, prepared with the secrets of woman my mother, the poem masterfully captivates and therefore make one for it would not be enough for now. Just atinaría to paraphrase some of the lyrics of John Lennon Woman: "After all, I am forever in your debt."

Vallejo is the poet of human feeling just as he has been able to translate the pain, bitterness, anger and all those Shakespeare knew well passions with his prose. As Valdelomar and "Tristitia" I must say that is an endearing ode to the family full of memorable nostalgia.

Friends artists, heirs Parnassus, I hope you enjoy these poems of love to the mother.

TRILCE: POEM XXIII - César Vallejo

Tahona estuosa those biscuits my

pure yolk innumerable children, mother.

Oh your four Gorgas, surprisingly

poorly planned, mother, your beggars.

The past two sisters, who died Miguel

and I still dragging

a braid for each letter of the alphabet.

In the upstairs room we would share

morning, afternoon, dual stowage,

those rich wafers time for

now exceed us

shells flex clocks 24-

stand point.

Mother, and now! Now, what socket

stay, in which capillary sprout,

some crumb is now tied around the neck me

and will not happen. today to

your pure bone meal will

will not amass what

tender love candy,

even in the harsh shadows, even in the large molar

which beats at the dairy gum dimple

unnoticed till and swarms that you saw so much!

in newborn hands closed.

land may hear in your silence,

how we are gaining all

rent the world where we leave

and the value of the bread endless.

And charge us when, as we

small then, as you would see,

we could not have taken

anyone, when you gave us,

"di, Mom?

Tristitia - Abraham Valdelomar

My childhood, which was sweet, serene, sad and alone,

slipped into the peace of a remote village

between the gentle sound that dies a wave

and painful ring an old bell.

Dábame sea of \u200b\u200bmelancholy note

the sky, the serene stillness of its beauty;

my mother's kisses a sweet joy

death of the sun and a vague sadness.

blue In the morning, on waking, I felt

singing the waves like a melody

and then blow dense, perfumed, sea

and what he told me in my soul still remains;

my father was quiet and my mother was sad

and joy no one knew how to teach.

MUSICAL TRIBUTE - VALS "LETTER TO HEAVEN"

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