Saturday, April 30, 2011

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One day you wake up and realize that the pillow has a perfume that never would have imagined, even having imagined it would be ...
One night you find an arm around your body ... and only you just turn around, look into his eyes and tell yourself: ES BY MIL who would watch all night, and days ...
You go to your ear, and softly whispered: OWNS WHO ARE YOU TO CALM THE KISS MY HEART ...
Steal a kiss, you wake up and make love until dawn ...

One day you wake up and realize that the pillow has a perfume that never would have imagined ...

... and two millimeters beyond the head rest who owns half of your soul and life into his, the scent comes from its all silky and matted hair.

Your hand caresses his head and discover with joy that your clumsy fingers and clumsy hands combine perfect, predestined, those scented hair.

Everything happens for a reason ... to be awkward and clumsy fingers on my hands. I LOVE YOU
, Be ...

Á Angeles

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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my shoes fit you ... Sudden


How do you fit my shoes, your eyes go through the dirty glass of my glasses crooked? How

make you understand what causes the clock cruel to my heartbeat, so your words freeze frost in my soul?
How do you feel that thrill in my throat when I figure out from this world and leaving without my arms?
How can you understand what my heart and my reason unknown mean?

How do all that?

there anything ... there is a way. Look into my eyes, reflect you there and see WHAT is in them.
not a cliché, or words that sound nice.

Think before you act, you feel you would feel if I do what I do or say about you what you say about me, every word full of gall or honey.

That you fit my shoes, and there yes, welcome to my feet, my steps, to who I am ... and let your eyes achieve stand behind my glasses askew, after the dirty glass we I encourage you, however, to see the world.

Á Angeles

Sunday, April 17, 2011

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Inspirat III

's no use longing for the days when

patches on the knees of his trousers
were the only concern;
life continues, and

patched in this world you must find your own solution.
Nobody asks you to,
should be in your interior

overwhelming force that it leaves the heart,
you explode, you
Alze that is to be your reason for planting
down to earth, to fly over

depths hugging the sun, the clouds discovering

a part of your soul
take you in this life
your firm position.

Á Angeles

Thursday, April 7, 2011

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Rendered

A music sounds in our ears, the tympani

touring our libidos;
several
kisses that have
purity which has a whole night
lust;
hugs just
where
sheets are folded and wrinkled irregular
on our bodies;
starter button Vanishing clothes

your skin and mine
which together sway;

pressure points that lead to ecstasy beyond the world

where humanity disappears. [...]




A music sounds now that there is no noise,
'll cover in the sheets
hug you my
leaning your head on my chest
look at you, smile,

quiet respite
satisfied approached my lips, gently
to the nearest of your ears:
I love you, rest
together no nights and days lost,
you who deserves my skin
I that you have always deserved, inevitable
think while I sleep:
that good has been, in retrospect,
NEVER have just given.


Á Angeles