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Blessings after searching my dreams

In an attempt to regain undisputed
my dreams I close my eyes, lost, after a switch from what I see unstoppable.
to the sky White doves make their way to an incandescent light sky Confusing
colorful blur on the horizon.

Where am I not where I am!
But nevertheless, it is undeniable that I have been here before.
My clothes have changed and my limitations do not exist. Orchid
fires show me the way you came;
are my footprints are marked, but my name
is not the same with which I am invited, or with which I am.

hear the sea at every step, like a seashell in my ear,
While waiting for a bridge continuous reef.
white dolphins, jump in my journey and my escort
And the more I get, I feel that my being is comforting.

Where am I, even I wonder ...
opens a huge door, and the more in safer. Safer
that I feel closer to heaven
And my feet do not touch the rawness of the earth,
more confident that the sky, sea and land anywhere
Converge to equilibrium at the same point. There

joy and magic, there harlequins and beautiful apples
There is a spell that immerses you and cleans the soul. There are palms up
fairies dancing with joy.
There are little bears with big hearts and wings.

Where am I no longer care about the question ... I
stay forever in this magical fantasy where everything happens
allows you to grace the lives
No matter the time or the foolish questions ...
Where the sun can find her While beloved queen
moon gently lulls in the waves of the sea.

"Hello my child! - Listen with simplicity and sweetness. My smile emerges
with the brightness of his eyes
And I looked behind the curtains that adorn a beautiful crib,
Gradually, I discovered the face of the voice that caressed me.

Where am I, and has an answer ...
And because the search of my dreams has led me here;
Although still being lost here I have always relief.
And the Empire of the Sun have returned to bless the child star
that it will bring motivation and hope in their hands even more exalting
that look with his presence ... My most pleasant

bows, my pretty princess
And their feet once over the ailing pilgrim
rose to bless
this little angel who sow in hope, immortal stars.

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travel through the universe
with no trace of pretension
and even if you left the liens
colors you have not been abandoned.

For your gruesome smile reveals
you and your footprints are visible in the breeze.
enough that we lose only one second
and there you are extending your hand.

But not everyone can see your face lit
because do not see what you do not believe, and you
naive, believing that leave no trace;
although no one who hears, as the tree falls.

And though sometimes I yearn to be on another level, your colorful
spectral fingerprints are those
with anything that is broken and it concluded sadness
making those cravings a vague memory.

For you, dear and bizarre ghost
you stay in the aspect of eternity,
from japan when the moon is lost
or laughs at your hand, the eternal smile.

And what about this lost pilgrim
push him find his way.
You see I do not expect your nativity;
because I do believe in ghosts ...!

Written to a dear friend ... Jean Vallenilla

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Twilight Ghost Revelation

Today

return to the dark night
With my glimmer of moon and eternal smile
Joyful, brightness
gives us light that extends this special day.

Day when all the creatures of the night
They worship and special attention to
De Lasombra this twilight than good in the morning or evening
has the strength of the tower.

Twilight

this baby Peregrine
Raising the Etra, for those who do not die,
It offers the clearest pictures of
the Datsima without more, gives.

twilight either end of the afternoon
Or the song of awakening in the morning, shine Your eternal
although the sun goes down ...
Lasombra Because even in our wake!

Written for my friend, Ana Ayala. Happy Birthday, Heart, and millions of hits !!!!!!!!

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to the nth power, millions of Hiroshima
suddenly are released; firestorms.
insistence in its eternal round the world
accelerates with anger wears his life.

While the paradox in the distance creator of life.
flower fields, the green is greener.
storms subside, there is the color of hope.
The windows open, it does not rain.

But

still running, in an effort to encircle the world
Blind to the eyes of those who look to challenge. Burning
who abuse their effort
night to her lover offers serene.

Still, no rest implosions;
In itself carries its own carnage. Waiting
disbelief, not that day sweep the globe;
When her lover is only at night.