Tics and Poetry is a weapon loaded with future
Serve Gabriel Celaya verse of our entry to introduce our activity. And remember the enormous potential power of the word.
Today, March 21, is celebrated on World Poetry Day, which coincides with the arrival of Spring. We concluded with the fourth graders, who so wished, this event in
The Shed with the entry
Versam much , which we invite.
(Incredible and fascinating: we have a reference from Greece
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Some poets of the Bachelor of Arts, his poems have made strawberry to be enjoyed by all who come to this blog. And here we host:
Verses Jorge Gallegos, 1bachA : There
still remember:
ripper and pleasant silence. Your silence
unexpected that mouths
kills and overcast skies.
I keep remembering,
the barking of my soul crying basta!
Our souls kneeling
confused and tired of living with such
hope poured.
And over time, but fall
not rest.
With memories of last spring,
alive and remember, I loved
,
and I loved you. Ridiculously seconds. There and there alone
hold you with my words and my metaphors
reinvented you. You
reinvented for seconds with my mouth. Seconds
eternal, where the rain stopped.
Only then, I ended up loving you. When
crying your eyes reinvented. Perfect
owl was an eye witness in heaven
.
From our kiss.
And we murmured the clouds, we howled
cats
Coveted clotheslines.
All seemed quiet ...
sinister epanadiplosis
as our kisses.
Kiss, I love you, kiss. And we
Perfect.
eye is closed the only witness, our
but the whispers did not stop.
The peace seemed to be going,
when no more, no less:
were given the metaphor of the kiss. Portrait
I have your portrait,
intact.
oldest in memory and without memory.
I have the echo of your name
your name
I have the echo.
Although only a portrait,
and delirium. From your eco
intact and your portrait. And I have insomnia
oxymoronic
with the echo of your treatment. ------------------
Is not remember
quieter death?
With memory and oblivion killer
present, but still alive.
If only to die in the memory!
But still,
half alive and half dead. Among
sleepy.
Just remembering, and remembering only
;
while dying. -----------
How long have I to breathe deeply
your silence?
What place, and where and how odd times
tell me I love you?
We escape the second hand, and the wind
leave my past memories.
When should it be?
The meeting sincere
our meeting. Where time
us relentlessly.
Patricia Medina Verses: Call my door behind Spring cold days and nights are freezing and fresh
daylight shows otherwise. I feel blossom
inside me roses and poppies
winter flame extinguished the revived
flavorings.
Of the four seasons the most colorful
that wakes her captivating beauty step
Spring are welcome. Accomplices
Your eyes give you away and with them my
because your eyes only includes everything
silent silent yet understand not wanting
and wanting to understand the inexplicable,
tempting fate with her to commit
crazy unimaginable
thus tempting to death.
As a racing heart that has not been relieved by love, little thought and soon
act imprudently and without fear of breaking
and warmly embrace your soul
joined with mine, you lose
sailing in a sea of \u200b\u200bmisunderstanding
which can only get you that dwells in your heart
. Poetry
to remember Naomi Zapata Cuevas
Hello !...¡ not say anything! Just listen !...¡
Please!
Shut up and let me speak ...
Today we remember in the distance, an eclipse
joined us,
and moon and sun,
in my heart and memory, are recorded
that time,
that gave us life, that life is ...
I was late I know ...,
was tattooed in our lives,
this beautiful story,
in our heart and soul ...
So ... when you want to remember ...
walks where I accompanied my steps,
hear this song, where the sun sang our history,
close your eyes and come back to love. ----------------------------
Panki Past by Brewster Noto your hand close, feel
your breath with every step that approaches.
It is not a living, be not pregnant, trying to hear your voice
at every step.
And how many nights I'd be your shelter,
how many times you want to live,
but it is impossible to love someone who is gone,
people fall in love because time is so decided. picture in my mind I once again feel
without you I can not,
but you carry with you my love, infinite
that piece of heart.
kills me think about all this, photographs
future invent inept
tear me, and I know
evening return to mourn,
my eyes do not keep them
and drown in the dark.
Void, that's what I feel if you're not with me.
At times my voice up on the fly and cry.
When you just want to slide down your neck,
look into your eyes and feel that there is nothing more beautiful.
And I wonder, who curls up in your body today,
who caresses you as I do in dreams,
who is lucky enough to have your kisses.
I want to climb to the top of the world,
you're with me and fly as high as a kite.
Make a wish, the sky is thawed,
which meets every kiss I've asked the time.
I have your memory,
every time you hold me fades with the wind. The stars of our universe are off,
die if our connection is failing.
And I want to tear each memory,
contrast your lips to mine, every secret blend
badly kept,
to once again hide your freckles, your
go back with my hands, and reach
your sweet lips to whisper
nothing shakes me like them. -------------------------------