By Stanley Collymore Have the British peasants and their kin in their genocidally evily acquired dominions like delusionally perceived Terra
De un campo de girasol una luz silenciosa está vertiendo. El cielo es más bajo, los labios son más estrictos. Conozco mi ruta sobre el río,
There was a sparkle in your eyes Every time i was near Now there’s stormy skies And a lonely tear Can you hear my cries
WHEN Eve had led her lord away, And Cain had killed his brother, The stars and flowers, the poets s… Agreed with one another. To cheat the cunning tempter’s art…
Me atormentan historias pasadas se… Y essa. Escalofriante sensación De saber que as amado antes.. Odio a esa desconocida que ti espe… Desde el silencio. Cubierta con m…
Y un dia simplemente te levantas tomas tu rutina de forma caliente y sigues sobreviviendo, pasando los mismos momentos efímeros de felicidad que tan solo pasan y no te llenan. Recordand...
Do not assume these words of hurt Are directed at you I have bared to you my heart and s… Yet our words remained withheld Do not assume these words of pain
Cuantas veces me armé de valor para decirte adiós, pero al mirarte a los ojos era imposible, porque se me desarmaba el alma.
Algún día de los días de la tierra, algún día del tiempo terrestre, cruzaremos la niebla
Wanting cnastu Should you never look at me again take my eyes for there is nothing left for them…
Todo cuanto cuenta dentro de la voz desnuda van tus labios esperando un final que se escuda dentro tu magia y no hay q mas decir si tus pasos encuadran lo dado sois la dueña de una bel...
Vuelvo al camino, del que no me debí apartar... Aquel, el de las cosas simples... Donde una flor,
IN this still cloister where the… Waist-high between the arches and… You would have walked a thousand y… So faithful, who are now so infide… You would have fancied your wild h…
She sang a song of May for me, Wherein once more I heard The mirth of my glad infancy— The orchard’s earliest bird— The joyous breeze among the trees
When I lay down at night I don’t talk to the lord, a chip on my shoulder I got a lot on my chest questions I don’t think he really ready for. Some call you god or even allah others say ...
Remembered Fields of Light Was Arthur King of Brittany, the… My kin and brother in those ages p… Or was I he who wed fair Guinever… Whose destiny with Lancelot was c…
Acá estoy sin saber lo que escribi… para intentar al menos liberar tri… no busco a propósito los conflicto… mucho menos enloquecer a las perso… menos que menos ser un peso.
She hates me i know, She’s pretending to not, She loves you still, She won’t get you ever. I love you now,
Some days I can write and lose tr… some I can not write at all I sit and I think what could be blocking me what has me stalled
Christ appearing to his church, an… SS 2:8-13. The voice of my Beloved sounds Over the rocks and rising grounds; O’er hills of guilt and seas of gr…
Oi pètteno, che pièttene ‘e ttrezze ’e Carulina, dammenu sfizio, scippala, scipplal… E tu, specchio, addò luceno chill’uocchie, addò, cantanna,
A DIGGER he digs in the dark In the naked remains of a wood, For his friend that lies stiff and… On his head hard blood for a hood: The digging is painful and slow,
Woke up this morning With life in mind Trying to figure out The passing time I blinked my eyes
SOMETHING How long I have wished for someth… But what that something is I cann… So often at sunrise in sad tears… Shivering with longing for its sak…
Yo rodeaba la vega de la ciudad inmemorial en solicitud de maravillas. Había recibido de un jardinero la quimérica flor azul. Un anciano se acercó a dirigir mis pasos. Me precedía ...
Wings almost touching My path and yours entwined This wide open sky
Once I thought my love was worth… If tears came. When the wound is mortal, now I k… Few tears flow.
Girl, I’m in heaven making love w… I will die young fighting for you…
Tienes un rostro de encanto, Perfectamente contemplo tu bellani… ¡Cuál Diosa! no se atreve a mostr… Por miedo de cegar mis ojos con su… Pero más allá de toda tu hermosura…
Sonnet. Droits et longs, par les prés, de… Horizontalement tremblent aux arbr… La lumière et le vent vernissent l… Et du sol, çà et là, la violette é…