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There is so much quiet sublimityin the shapes that draw your chest;and so many stranded looks…in the

Don’t tell me, “what I have to be”do not limit me, the edge of the road;that only I, - command in my

There are feelings that hibernatelike bears waiting for spring,others fall asleep which birds on the

There are kisses that make a markin the deep feeling of the gut,like the footprint of a slender gaze

Look for me in you…because in you, it stayedeverything that I was yesterday,I am today, and it will

The poetry…It´s a feeling made spelling,it´s essence and words,breaking through…Through the chest,An

I hear a storm throbbing, I hear its thunder in my chest, I feel the rain washing away my feelings.s

What’s wrong with you?My little flower,your colourlike a candle is extinguished.siir-poesia ©¿

I don’t know anyone who has never doubted, why burden yourself with guilt, if it’s more

The good vibes illuminate, the poison pollutes, nobody knows the turns of life.siir-poesia ©

It is easy to give advice to othersand very difficult to apply it oneself.siir-poesia ©Es sencillo d

Don’t depend on anyone in life to make you happy, self-sufficiency always makes a difference.s

The first step to happiness is to put fears aside.

Two bodies can fight with each other,But… If two souls are one then everything makes one.

I don’t understand woman, the thoughts in your head,I don’t understand what you

Your eyes, the precise letterhead that says: Enter little by little up to the heart and stay&hel

Woman, why harbour misgivings, anguish, pain?if life, in all its stages, does not need pain.poetry-s

In the hours of hopelessness, you have two choices, give up or pursue a new plan that annihilates al

Birds of beautiful song fly to me, they don’t want to say goodbye because they see me happ

I desire you night after night, days and monthsduring the day and night.poetry-siir ©Te deseo n

Your kisses set fire, suffocate and deflower anguish of Sunday afternoons.poetry-siir ©Tus beso

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