The abandoned children's landscape without place astonishes me riding

The storm was intense and the waves of the sea seemed a steed without tamer. But even so we embarked in our ship of the love disposed to face the powers of the Nature, because there is a lot knew that anything, nobody wins the power of the love. Yes, the powers of the nature and of the love they are invincible.   

 

When the love comes unfastened nobody arrests him 

And it seems that until today that nobody learns 

I fear that very few know how to love 

Because the love is not in the glasses of a bar 

 

When we are present everyday in the loved person's company the love is as shaky. But when we were absent, of our love we stood back, we carried the weight of the nostalgia of that painting and to the we look at the landscapes that surround us easily we see that they waive us with sadness. There is as that an intense electric activity that in everything interferes. When the circuits of the love are interrupted no there are fuses to restore them because easily they are founded. Of the love we cannot stand back with a lot of delay, because if we do him he will reject us pressing. 

 

In the love without tracks the convoys don't circulate 

They are been ashamed of hearts that stroll in them 

As a ship that the stranger sea 

Ghost ship with passengers of beyond-loving 

 

The strong wind of the promontories agitates your beauty while your hair waves oppressed. It is listened the tremor of the water that furious he wants to free of the prison guards of the prisons of the stone walls. There are millennia that the crash of that sound pursues us, it pleads us that we save the waves that want to the another of their loves in the high sea to join. 

 

There are many times that I don't see you 

I conserve unharmed our desire 

I am at a very distant castle 

As Lancelot in the wandering love 

 

A lot of children astonish me riding 

Of their abandoned small bodies without place 

Victims of the fateful hunters' discounts 

With hypocrisy they call them my loves 

 

Picture: Carmen dos Santos (Carmen Cardin)  

S.O.S. UN! SURVIVE OF THE GANGS OF THE DEATH!

The bank millennium in the street king Katyavala, in Luanda, Angola, has the generator at night to do a lot of gas and in the daytime, and the residents are with the windows and closed doors, but even so they are impeded of they live her normal life. The residents already complained but in vain. They are Portuguese of the teixeira duarte that have orders for us to kill us for later occupy the 3 buildings. The land in the rears already spoiled it. That is a beautiful invitation to the general revolt.

Do you see the lack that the love does? It is impossible to live without him

 

 

 

They say that it exists the lost city of the love somewhere and that all the lovers are kidnapped mysteriously by her. And you? Don't you want to unmask the mystery of that city? 

The corruption is so rooted that it puts in danger in a such way the empire of the love, that takes the risk of tumbling. 

The source of the love of the water divine, aphrodisiac, is the balm that inspires the in love ones. Don't leave this source to dry, except the in love ones they will end. 

There was a kingdom where the king and the queen if they always loved intensely, they never dismayed. Many years passed, until that in one day, unexpectedly the queen died. It is soon the kingdom entered in ruins. Do you see the lack that the love does? It is impossible to live without him. 

 

You are the fruit of the paradise chosen 

Very delicious when blessed 

God composed that human picture 

Exalt score of enrage piano 

 

Don't leave the love given to her luck. They are necessary deep reforms in the democratic system of the love. We have to create the democracy of the love, before we attend her great final catastrophe. 

The human catastrophes, slaughters in holocaust, also accompany the natural and environmental catastrophes. In spite of everything, the roads of the love continue safe. 

When we contemplated a flower, we let to arrest us for her air white, attractive. It is like this that the love works. 

 

My eternal love of green leaves, so early ripened, and soon extinguished, in the distorted wind. 

The green leaves carpet your road, they get up to your passage as to greet you.  

Green leaves are desires of rejuvenated love, white, lost. 

Green leaves are currents without waters of our sorrows.  

I don't understand the reason of the lovers' only one day in one year, when everyday the love burns us of desires. 

 

I still sat down in the stones that thought long walks, even in the time in that the sun finished, no longer it irradiated. And the Moon began, little it shone, what calls moonlight that happened, he loved in the nights of the fluorescent moonlight of the plankton of the sea. The Sun cooled, no longer it felt, he dismissed the sea, and the Moon dragged fluttering, sobbing of the love of the human sea for you. 

 

There are women that were born to immortalize the beauty. 

A birthday reminds the day in that we were born, the day in that for the first time felt the external adversities. That the twilight of the life of your beauty inspires us and accompany us in endless birthdays.  

Wanted, on this day, that the jasmines of everyone of your soul bloom, and as a beautiful charmed princess, with her perfume you wake up and capture us your congenital spring beauty. That your example the love oceans and the waves smiled with your splendor.  

  

It is enough a divine smile of a woman so that her beauty blossoms, unmask us the interior of her flower. 

 

Image: cezarina.blogspot.com

 

 

 

 

 

Thick fog of the mute pianos

 

And the storks moved without sea 

and in earth everything buried 

caliphate 

No, it just finished somebody 

that it sought the lost time 

of the babble 

 

The nights fall asleep cruel 

with so many spoiled souls 

awake, in rafts 

drowned 

 

So much fake love in a gift to a child 

until the flowers they are have enough 

they are thinned 

of hypocrisy 

 

It is enough smiling of just a woman 

that the World is satisfied 

he moves 

And as in her the smile finished 

the world was displeased, it bribed 

 

And many of us 

they disappear in the bitterness of the life  

in a lost clothesline 

A suit smile arrives to the fastest heart 

of the one that a flowing body, polluted 

Image: sil-infinitoparticular.blogspot.com

 

 

 

 

That this farewell is the end of the vast solitude

 

Don't call me, father 

Don't seek me 

Don't call me 

Nor want my return. 

We are in an unknown road 

The fire and the blood turned off the route. 

We flew in the wings of the lightnings 

For no more to unseam the sword. 

All of us tumbled in battle 

For no more we return. 

Will there be a reunion? 

I don't know himt. 

I just know that we owed 

To continue to struggle. 

We are grains of sand in the Infinite 

It is will never again see the light. 

 

Good-bye, my son 

Good-bye, my conscience. 

My youth and my comfort 

My only son. 

That this farewell is the end 

Of the vast solitude. 

Because no there is nobody more only. 

There you will stay 

For ever and ever 

Far away from the light and of the air. 

Your death won't be counted. 

No counted and no lessened the death 

For no more to resurrect. 

For ever and ever 

A 18 year-old boy. 

Good-bye, then. 

No convoy arrives of that area 

With or without schedule. 

Good-bye, then 

Any airplane there can arrive. 

 

Good-bye, my son 

Because miracles don't happen. 

And, in this world 

The dreams don't take place. 

Good-bye. 

I will dream about you 

When you were baby. 

Walking for the earth 

With strong steps. 

For the earth where already so many 

They were buried. 

This song, my son, 

He reached the end. 

 

In THE World in War, 11st part. Russia 1941-1943. 

Image: Palestine Father Saving Son. Images from the video footage of 12-year-old Muhammad al-Durrah being shot dead in the Gaza Strip.

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