POETS SING WHEN LOOKING FOR PARADISE
The silent whispers, feeling the presence that we get
and cooling water
face and pounding the skins come
silent and quiet anguish to skirt dreams.
lose memory and so we leafless
stripping the forest, not knowing
cross mazes of darkness, light
seek to continue the odyssey and celebrate the feat ... of love.
sing to life, saying no to indifference, violence that bothers,
sing like angels to life as an outcast wandering
promoting tree-living worlds.
For us it is not distant dawn
Neither rain nor storm, nor sleep, Nor the wind
passing touches us, or the death of the setting sun.
night We are becoming detached in words, beautiful words wrapped
desires.
silent words that leave no footprint,
as encouragement that comes by understanding a touch carried by the wind,
sweet words that turn into suckers
hidden joys of what was a withered tree,
words of hope
Words are a dream and dreams into words
we entertain the soul.
And When words are stained in natural
branches with foliage and birds,
when filled with tracks and paths
lost looking for a horizon
become soul ... tornado in writing.
When I get lost to find
my soul is filled with deep,
I searched the words spiral and sprout.
And I look out of my hands covered
the greatest love and beautiful
a silence born of outrage
as seeds of love that you love.
And they are seeking eco
smile and look at you without looking away
and filled with love, only to wish you
non expired in the ashes. And flying
looking to open doors, turn
tree, road and water
aurora dawn light and closed his eyes do not see the hours pass
to you and knowing you forever. Ojala
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