I have knitted thousands of poems about you from the sadness left inside me You trigger my soul and I'm on the alert for a lifetime. I come across the city in the revolt of an image, and I wear poems one by one with the stature of a badge on my collar while I am also a scholar. I am writing to you from a climate where thousands of emotions invaded the night and sleep is the eve of my self-respect and growing love. My pen has no nationality. Your words inside me when the…
If there is someone who will not be loved, you will go and find my heart If it is to serve, I am as extraordinary as those who have defeated humanity imagine. I go up and down the steep stairs in line with my ordinary dreams and hope. A self-sacrifice born of the fold in me. Is it the breath I consume or the life I consume? What matters is the time left behind and all the pain that I was inspired by a humorous poem yesterday and that I can still digest with the happiest days…
Don't laugh at me from my iron bars to freedom I don't have a story. Actually, I am a dull note hidden in the vulnerability of silence. Is the season I am a regular or my self -esteem? Before I lost, I was going to tell you, but suddenly it took place. I am emulating in the iron bars of my heart, I don't laugh at freedom. Is it the cage on my chest? Is the cage broken door? Is I cage to love? I am not one of the girls you know, and I never had a sled on top of it and I liked…
My emotions you killed will flourish in your heart Even my breath stays on my course. Now I want you to think of the person who judges you the most. Did you think? Now for a week with that person Imagine you're staying in the same room. This person tells you that he is constantly insufficient, incompetent, failed. He's even mixed with your style. Probably at the end of a week, your self -confidence decreases your life energy. You feel bad, these judicial sentences are…
Thousands of poems that I produced from the stem cell of my conscience and loneliness You are a cluster of dreams, an awareness hidden in the address of hope and darkness that I wish to forget. I couldn't determine the size of my face because I was head over to infinity once. You were the best way to silence the poems that were sobbing inside me, my hope and my effort to forget yesterday that I sent away. Your feelings had no scale. The effort expended by the grinning hyena…
I will never lose my goodwill and innocence I sprinkled a pinch of dreams in the alchemist spirit of the night! What if I were a hidden note? Dedication and forethought. I knew the preface of the novel and the facts that hit me like a slap… On the eve of death, darkness fell asleep. Loneliness was the chip of the season. I was a poem or not, maybe the bustling city, and I was a defeat born of spelling mistakes. Whoever fills his cube, what is it to me? It was a relative…
I have secrets waiting to be discovered in the depths For countless reasons, I was condemned to absolute loneliness. This letter that I wrote is the rematch of yesterday, but I kept myself hidden in the compass of both yesterday and your life with cold voice. Clusters of dreams, my dear friend. I have knitted clouds from the fall. Since I am loyal to my sadness, my love and my Lord... With a edict once given your loneliness. If it is a journey to peace, which limb should I…
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