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Today is very special day, the day when
the flowers born and all the birds sang..
Today my little boy was born,
full of tenderness and innocence,
with little green eyes as two pearls,
with that little magic to conquer the stars..

He came to the world to be happiness and relief,
to be the son, the brother, the little love of the little girl..

He came to bring joy to his family,
and shining days to his soulmate.
With his company and love, he destroyed
the loneliness of the girl and became her world,
in a better place.

Twenty nine years after that bright and special day,
the beauty story goes on, and the little boy of the shining eyes
took his place in the world, to be with me, to be of mine..
my little love, my little ocean boy with the stars eyes..


¡¡HAPPY BIRTHDAY CORAZÓN!!

HE LOVES ME A LOT..



You are my holy book.. making me tremble with your innocence.. touching my heart with your little siluette.. singing an eternal song.. hand to hand.. heart to heart..
You are my holy book.. Making me tremble with your innocence .. Touching my heart with your little siluette.. Singing an eternal song.. hand to hand .. heart to heart..  
You are my holy book.. Making me tremble with your innocence .. Touching my heart with your little siluette.. Singing an eternal song.. hand to hand .. heart to heart..

MADE YOU A POET..

Also the little child can be a poet, he can take the words from his heart and create beauty,

He can take the words from his love and make me deeply smile.

Thanks a lot my ocean child ♥

<< DIE 4 U >>


I want to bit your mouth, start slowly, softly,
like who rub as first time a rose,
i want to pull you over to me, sink you in my reflect,
firm, sharply, devorate your sweet lethargy,
the impatient of your alive eyes,
that whisper of your breath which anticipates the word,
that maybe was, want, desire, love..


To take in my arms the rawness of your body,
the heat of your perfect intimacy..
the tremor of your madness..


I want to untie in you my deepest pleasures,
call you mine, wanting you more..
that never be night to our eyes
that look each-other and speak in silence,
under the sad moon, in a winter day..


That you know with this firmness of my hand,
that you are the cup when i drink the horizon,
the tomorrow and all my why's
the reason of my wakefulness,
the meaning of my illness without cure


my weakness, my storm


The shadow that sleep with me all nights,
to share my bed,
to give me its smell of fresh night, of velvety lips,
of eyes whose look at me with that furor that takes all of me,
to the refuge of your gullibility,
to you secret garden of red roses, to my recurrent oblivion


To be of you, the blood, a river of sweet waters,
where i can die for you every night,
in each surrender of my love for you.


Die with you to reborn together,
in the dawn of our eternity,
in our endeless day of wishes and desires..