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Message to Poetry Told Me Softly: Love My, Look In Your Eyes ...

Told Me Softly: Love of Mine, Look In Your Eyes ...

(Rabindranath Tagore)

I said softly: "My love, look me in the eyes.
" I scolded, sour, and said, "Go." But he did not.
It came to me and held my hands ... I said, "Let me."
But he did not.

put his cheek to my ear. I pulled away a bit, I was looking
, and he said, "Are not you ashamed?"
and did not move. His lips brushed my cheek. I shuddered,
and said, "How dare you, say?" But he did not shame.

I caught a flower in her hair. I said: "It is in vain!"
But not budge. I removed the garland from my neck, and left.
And I cry and cry and ask my heart:
"Why, why not again?"


Tagore ... is a marvel, his poems speak many times
love touches the soul and let it happen ...
And then we wonder why ...
be that the soul at times becomes blind? ...
Yes, sometimes we blind to life itself


PD / Thank you all for the love I have left in this time of absence and silence, thanks to everyone for being close.
apologies if I have not replied to everyone, but the fact that this disease has kept me away from the Net
Time has not been easy, but now giving me encouragement and strength I am here to thank
A big hug and a thousand thanks .... Freyja


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called my

called my
(Sophia de Mello Breyner)

for me when I called the sea sang for me when I called

sources ran for me when I called heroes died
And every sign of me gave me.


I called for me a thousand times ... I'm back in every moment lived
With humility on the skin and under it
pride the hope and reason and love always dressed
I called for me a thousand times ... and here I

PD / Thank you all for the love I have left in this time of absence and silence, thanks to everyone for being close.
The traces of time and I start to fade slowly beginning to rise, to continue feeding my soul of poetry.
A big hug and many thanks .... Freyja

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be in your dreams ...


be in your dreams
(Vicente Herrera Márquez)

books late in your dream space.
One day I want to be the ruler of your favorite color, the conqueror
in another domain in your room, also
asexual partner in the hour of sadness
or impetuous lover at the borders of your sheets.

Let me be the knight defending your innocence
and wild horse that gives you extend the offspring. Let me be the ghost
love across your window,
on summer nights and sings a song you whispering. If you want

I can be a sprite you
entangled in intrigue and centaur without losing your guide through the maze.
At times I can be a loyal army of Spartans,
to protect you from lies, libel and within seconds
confessor to turn into a slip.

Let me be the magician who meets your dreams
colors and the sorcerer who prepares your love potions.
In your dreams I want to be tired
oasis of rest and your fantasies eager want, on the feast of lust,
be the beginning of your desire and the final embrace your passion.

Let your dreams is just the companion routine
the lover that every night I give her caresses
and men love to kiss you every morning when I wake



Vicente Herrera Márquez, Chilean writer and poet. It was part of a group of migrants who departed to deliver his defiant effort to conquer the inhospitable vastness of Patagonia. Thus was born
its conquest by the letters and their clothing lines by the wind
From there, start writing and his poems, stories and everything you type begin to cross the borders
A man who has been marked by love dress many times of silence and full of dreams, with its essence of man and poet speaks to every muse that has been in his life took
Today a poem about him, which is dedicated to a muse that eventually accompanied him on his way

His website is: Pages Wind and here are part of what has been written over time: http://www.vicherrera.cl/

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I do not know what I'm eternally ... If The Sun

I do not know what I'm eternally ...

(Rosalia de Castro)

I do not know what I'm eternally
on land, air and sky;
I do not know what I want, but I lost
is something I do not know when and what not meeting
even dream that dwells
invisible in everything and how I play.
Happiness I shall not return to find you
on earth, air, or in heaven,
and even though I know you exist and are not
vain dream!


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That human beings are constantly looking for, dreams, love, life
When all is lost on the road and there is only loneliness
The happiness to share the feelings that were absent when it has lost what is loved and is dressed in the absence of sleep .... Freyja



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apologies if I'm answering the greetings slowly, but I have not been in good health, thanks

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