Cytherea How Does It Feel

I am a follower of Pastor Navy blog. While I consider myself his friend.
I like all his poetry.
With your permission I selected this one to share with you all @

"white heads"

Ember
I feel like the air that wobbles,

And while I sifted the golden hair,

I do not know if I know a few words to define love.

Love ... is a pain, sharp, sharp, smooth.

Love ... is how the verse, "with love" I write,

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Rhymes are my smile, my sadness or bitterness,

Between my life figure, the sea, the sun, the prairie,

"love" that is whole life piano music ,

Take a blind man's hand and accompany him to a sidewalk,

feel that my life whole is the sister of pain. -------------------------------------



Choose from a flower ... the rose how more beautiful,

I witnessed my tears, my smile waiting,

That life is a school ...

That teaches me so much ... both! -----------------------------------



Golden Spike white bread, restless soul,

Of love quiet, brave sea, river ice. Where

smile your feelings!

love Who do you sigh so?



Author: Marina Pastor
Posted by Marina Diez-Emer in Thursday, August 27, 2009 77 comments
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White Lump On Rear End Of Goldfish

the gecko

That fright, gave me these bugs. Sitting in the doorway of my house at night in summer, watched with curiosity and fear. Attached to the lamppost, I looked like dragons in miniature. One night he got one in my bedroom and when my sister and I saw stuck to the roof, we called my mother was very scared. My mother came and killed her with a broom. Until we saw did not move do not stay quiet. That night I dreamed about them, but very large! like dragons!. Already awake, the intruder seemed huge ... The more in a dream.

corner in light of the lamppost
the gecko.

image taken from the web