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need a quiet space that shelters me
a wet area with cotton


like roses need a quiet space with canaries

risers to paint wings on my feet and kissed


my forehead girl need a quiet space
with my friend in my blood


A quiet space to cry

to cry to heal

I need a space

fish and seaweed

hug me hug him


need a space to listen and forgive My Space

very
Here are mine, lives here for you I hope

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I wrapped in silk
that produced the track.

I fell asleep in the cocoon silent. I wandered through the cosmos

touching the stars,

receiving inflows of aromas and blue
listening to songs and orchestral
strangers.
One day I woke up startled.
I was in your arms
trapped, yearning

spread my wings to fly released. I felt something wet

wet my grief.

watched your eyes heavy with rain. Folding wings


forgot my dreams I gave up flying and wiped your tears
.

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Thanks, Carol

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If I had known that the moon is only that ,
the moon.
That she has no feelings, my feelings are
.

May the sun, fiery
great vital power, distant, discipline
this is just the sun.
that emotions are mine, undisciplined
uncontrolled burning under my skin.

Let them live in certainties
orbited while I pour out steps
hurt disappointments, missed love mutilated


uncertain roads crumbling towers
rivers break their banks

that treason is running water that love

broken by thousands of shots and you never fully
is wasting time running after him, because there are only
his pieces.
slipped its essence as
fragrant water into rivers and seas in distant dimensions

that the rain is not such as
are my tears that the sky was back in drops and compassionate


that
stars twinkling eyes as cold and distant stars
are only guarding the space,

that hell is not far away
the Hell is here under my feet tired


If I knew that singing and dancing

laugh without ever ever

mourn alone is real, everything else
is a cruel fantasy
crusher naive souls that true


really is a diabolical machine that breaks

souls and bodies without explanation or boundaries.

What is a life worth living the delusion
dreaming of winning a distant paradise undiscovered

that dancing and singing and smiling

love with love is how it should be lived

now realize what a pity!

Paradise
live here in the solitude of each flower.

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If I had known I Dream

wet dream Every day I

Back in our lagoon where children spend
Smelling of sweat and mangle.

Every day I dream of you mad because I burned the food

But you know my life
How well you know my desserts

Every day I sleep in my bed
Crossing my roads
Rowing on the pillow
to reach my soul.

Every day I dream so close
But you smell is far
You smell "is not mine"
no way to buy

Every day I dream you dreamed
What I was dreaming
And swimming and dreaming
Al order to find again. Raquel

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A small closet

Your beloved hobby of being graciously made you forget the cardinal sin in the bottom of a small closet in the cottage.
childhood memories mixed with the best smell in the world, the land wet with fresh rain, a real carpet so wisely chose for our time love and call our place for the ride of soul and body ride. I pity today that miracle is just the memory of a fantasy I will never forget. Today there is only a sad shadow of perfume you wear and my masculine fragrance.
remember that despite your almost total lack of skill as a housewife, what do you like to do at home is very simple: make love to a thousand times running down every possible corner and your world ... "leaves for tomorrow the Lord will have! " And so we go downhill.
you know? Regardless of your skill not at home, if money is not the problem I would start our history from the beginning, at the bottom of a small closet in that cottage.