Santo Reino
I Road
Holy Kingdom
vent my sorrows, and shine my braid
because at night I dream you look
with olive ..
II
Hidden in the sun ... Elusive!
can not surprise you,
calm as oil,
or haughty as the olive
that I care? .. If not discharged on me
III
its liquid gold? Remedy
quiet in my pen, which is all soul, and his stroke
love, seduced
IIII resets ... the humble limerick
So did you forget your fantasy, for the fruitful path
of verse so simple ... Surprisingly
flies! ..
"dejabugoyoros"
Aun gateo en este mundo y no puedo otorgarme el título de poeta, todavía me queda mucho. Pero os puedo asegurar que aunque voy poquito a poquito, mis pasos son muy satisfactorios personalmente y todo se debe a be as visceral and constant in life with everything that I like.
In Poetas Andaluces .. now, I'm growing every day, with the reading of poets with an impressive art q ant to this post to thank all members and especially Amaya gave me the opportunity to be part of this blog and Stella always has the right word to take steps to push forward in this world of poetry .... Graciasssssssssssss
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