Monday, November 8, 2010

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Poetry

Poetry

Me gustas,
porque eres Feel compaƱero, como el viento
libre, el mar y la distancia
great amiga, amiga great ...
or procaz Dulce en mi puno y letra

ecstatic in reading at all, all you poets
mirror
shut When I shut

When you cry I mourn

If it occurs to me sing songs and tunes sung

to leave me perplexed
or almost cry on the inside .. . Poetry


want to be
and miss you be my permanent guest
I know for sure when I look

when you appear when you sleep ....

when rain and
dare I say it
or meaning all new verses
of intermittent rain, permanent or fleeting

suddenly appear fully bound, time and dreams steal


Oh my poetry!


Poetry poets Alberti, Lorca, Neruda and Miguel Machado
Hermandez
Alfonsina or Pizarnik
many poets Poetry asleep or awake ...
The
my poet mother who went across the plain
drizzle and torrential
loneliness and Poetry
Benedetti blade or large Borges
of my friends, poets Poetry

noble poetry of my life When I call

come when you call me, I
The rains inside me

poetry are interwoven in my hands all my free flavors


soliloquies my sorrows or my love ... my love, poetry My
love you a thousand times
my word that comes on top
voice rocks in my hands filled with pure ink


're whole life, "Lady Solitude" My partner

infinitely
poetry
forever .. . Valentina Antonietta


2010

Beauty Salon Presentation

sweet smile Your voice, the voice of heaven living poets of Dead Poets Society ... Soliloquy





Your voice, the voice from heaven of living poets, Dead Poets Society ...

You know what they are
knots in your throat? Tan
narrow canal is not da
chance to cast
word You know what is strangled in the
silence when you send out word poetry?
and ecstasy in the waves of your voice ... So
big voice is the voice
talk too you wear, that overshadows all possible

Voices voices spilling broken roads ... Far

which is yours belongs to your essence
airy voice that illuminates one poem feels

lying or blue or purple reborn
voice that catches and takes over
steals, with the most ruthless heart ...
loving heart

singing voice does not discriminate and stirred
minute crossing barriers
sea, mountains or outside cornered and wild

also

time voice (Wild and incredulous, but true)
Your Voice as all roses in white plumage

voice voice of light rain
spring that comes from within as whiteness White

same sweet and clear, as clear
heaven solemn and hard as the harsh winter

Voice of heart, soul and pen
own And I love the wind is born this
this wonder called
your corner and your torment
voice resonate like a bell for Sunday


or any time there is no space or end
missing voice is more accurate and successful effort possible
Yours raising voice to verse

Valentina Antonietta 2010