The inspiration comes to those who live life fully and intensely, beat us and what we let it flow Sorry. This poem is one of my friends who wrote and published in his favorite place. I baptized him "Waterfall." If you do not like, we change.
Cascada Bad Boy Perales
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. That look cute
the cool winter evenings,
how nice to see you
so sure of yourself,
doing your chores,
the go with your mystery
so strong and seductive.
I have wondered many times
why I'm by your side and I swear,
I have no clear answer.
is that I like to feel there,
smell you with your perfumito
a little flower of the field.
See how thoughtful you attend me
when I're in love;
Why will you love
springs do not more often?
and I have to be content
with what you give me.
Although there are days when you're
a waterfall
and others, a slight drizzle.
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Beautiful, thanks for sharing, Chico.
One more .... the same author
Sometimes ...
Bad Boy Perales
Sometimes I'm ecstatic
looking for your warm gestures.
Sometimes when I look at your stuff work
distant and silent
ever yield to my wishes and hug you thirsty
your kisses and caresses,
of your look and your body heat
tell me something sweet, do not leave me with the torture
torment of noisy silence peaceful eyes lit
curves of the meeting.
What I do not know your times.
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