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between letters. Sonnets



Amando between letters! Just wanted to put this name because from the letters can scream too ... Lyrics for since they grow all the stories and all WERE always end in happily ever after .... In these sonnets alleged attempt to capture the perspective of a woman who has reared the world ... and has realized that should say enough is enough and no longer content with being happy but also want to make happy even the partridge ... Why would eat them? Thanks

my life to be the coiner of my dreams the plunger of poets, the pastor of my partridge .... for teaching me that the stories must end WERE HAPPY AND THE PARTRIDGE ... ALSO. I LOVE that you'll be to blame for the stories now are the endings they deserve.


SONNET-I-

room in the roof
rots the soul of poppies and bleeding
agendas
waves where the silence is their assembly.

began to forget between lamps, streak-free
his pajamas
was executor of the scars where the tide tiles
killed the slums. He took the umbrella

but no rain, putting zippers

puddles and fences to Luggage days.

The banishment of their landings
defected in the garden of joy
cupids bow without arrows or

SONNET-II-

Absence .... that I am absent, I say goodbye
without wrappers
to love at the mouth of the river
breaking current.

That these mists of bitterness thinly

not accustomed to pass my confidant!
and deadbolt locks.

I stars and that these handkerchiefs
spit walls
letters to the story and aired the voices of heaven. Besieged by shoes


wind left me soaked their
sleeplessness and silences of slow exodus

SONNET-III-

fallows to sleep my pain
and rain when the tributaries
lost mists
impatient travelers crossing the full moon. That sleep

forest seeds, puzzles
sand caresses,
because I dreamed about being a mermaid and it was only
.... sigils decadent.

pots I planted flowers in the sea
reef emptying drawers
of blows, cries and echoes of thinking.

I wake up happy stories
and to change the ending and dream
to leave happy .... the partridges.

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Acuna your dreams ...



Recently I've been reading a paper on policing against Gender Violence by Lt. Col AN Marchal Escalona, \u200b\u200bHead of the School of Specialization of the Guardia Civil , where his message is clear: always the victim. I like him a member of the Guardia Civil, I always like to carry that message ... it's so simple and so difficult. Indeed often we forget to look back ... I have attended some of their classes and it really is possible to navigate even without wind. A luxury teachings and messages. This

poem started with the intention to highlight what happens when you close the doors of some houses, do not know, but I'm content if their silences are capable of cradling their dreams .... Really exist!

His name is wind and silences ... as I like to look when you sleep .... For her, thank you for your strength, love and joy. Acuna

your dreams ... when the doors

remove their shoes and burn the stubble of the punishment,
when silence conferences
rub the cadences of waiting
and melt from every corner,
silent as the fog rain
as the fog fills the cascade


Acuna your dreams ... when you count the strokes and kisses
and you paint the waves without the beaches,
when crates are rented month
bottles flying tears and jumping
enter the rocks, as the cascade
saw the flowers, like flowers
strip names.


Acuna your dreams ... when there is no light in the corners
and feel the pixie of travel, when to sleep
sleepless dreams
you dress with the frosts of life, and flights to Salt
like sins
as the scaffolding of the letters, the letters
as they say love.

Acuna your dreams ... when silence
push the needle and stop
hourglasses,
when to silence the voices of your silence
get dressed with sheets of salt and wind,
and sow your footsteps in the sea, as
love letters,
as love always comes.

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