sábado, 7 de abril de 2012

STARTING WITH THE MEMORIES..



When i'm with you, i wish that time stops,
that minutes become hours and words,
caresses.
That your mouth as source of sweet waters,
give me to drink their love, every hour,
and my love was enough to cover your body 

of caresses and dreams.

When i'm with you, time is never enough, 
the words dont express all what i keep for you
in these anxious hands,

as a handful of roses and hugs.

I need you as i need the life,
 life to love you and be with you,
to want you jealously far from the world, 

and just near me.

My eyes always longing for your presence, 
even if they can see you...


:: 07 November, 2011::
I remember the first time when i called you as a little bird, you were all fragile, naked, exposed.. talking how the little child with the voice of the bird, could not sing as the other birds, and i just made a poetry for you, my little blue bird, talking about the forest and the little red, blue and transparent birds, shining glorious there..




 "...There is beauty also in the little birds of the forest.. their singing is even more beautiful and delicate.. not all the birds need to be blue or red ones, but even if they are transparent like the wind,  they will shine with the first ray of the sun,
as you do..."

::05 november 2010::

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