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POEMS OF THE CLIENTS

Oh, if I could.

If I could pick stars, every day I'd take one for you. If I could get to the sun I'd catch a ray of light just for you. If I could find the rainbow pot I'd give all the colors to you. I would do it all just for you! If I could call all the birds I'd make them sing to you. If I could I'd build a mountain all yours so you could rest closer to the sky. If I could I would isolate a forest where only you could enter, go to meet yourself and breathe peace. I would do it all just for you! If I could I would take you all the joys of the universe on those days when you feel sad. I'd create a special place made just for you. A place where you could find serenity, be alone with yourself and recover from your fatigue. If I could erase your problems I'd use all my strength to make them disappear. I would do it all just for you! But I don't know how to pick stars, I can't get to the sun, I don't know where the rainbow pot is. I don't know how to call the birds, nor am I able to build mountains. I don't have a license to isolate a forest, nor can I rid you of all the trouble. But I know I can give you what is strongest in me: this desire to see you happy and to always be there, with you until the end! . kisses my love good trip and great holidays if you take care stay with God and send photos of the tour 💋💋💋💋💋❤❤❤💕💕💘💘💘💘

The Soul

Like an exile of the old theme, I descended your stairs; But what Love itself has bound, Time cannot untie. Every night when your body lies down on your bed that is not mine, Your lips are far from my mouth; Yet I sleep near You. When I come out of human life, I look like I'm really A lonely gentleman walking around; yet I walk by your side. My life to yours is woven Like silky threads are woven, And I think with your thought, And I look with your eyes. When I say or do anything, I consult you, all the time; For I know, at least, I suppose, That you see me, that you hear me. I myself see your wide eyes, I hear your lip laughing. And it's sometimes in my chaste nights Endless conversations. It's an illusion without doubt, All this never was; It's, however, sweetie, listen, It's, however, the truth. When we were together, having nothing to refuse, docile to my trembled desire, did you not give me, in a kiss, did you not give me your soul? Now the kiss has gone, But the soul is still there, Madam; Be sure I have it.

To my friend

You know love and its intoxication You know love and its struggles; You know a voice that addresses you These words of ineffable tenderness That are only said lowly. On a beautiful breast, your wanderer mouth At last could rest, And on a dying lip Feel the intoxicating sweetness That hides a first kiss. Your heart is pure, your days are full, your heart is full of joy. Slave to your vows enslaved, Fortune beautifies your life You know that you are loved, and you complain! And you complain! And you exaggerate These vague troubles of a moment, These sorrows, these light pains, And these pains so transitory That one can only suffer by loving! And you cry! and you regret This love outpouring! Why these evils you prepare? Keep these indiscrete complaints And these cries for the unhappy! For me, whose withered soul never received an oath, Like an exile without a homeland, For me, but a tender voice Never called softly, No one who dares to hear me, To my fate that bleeds to unite, And asks me with a tender air, Why I made you wait A whole day without coming. No one who recommends me To stay only a few moments Out of the house; who greedy me When I come home and wonder Where I've been so long. Never of caressing breath Who, at night, comes to embalming me; Person whose pressing hand Seeks mine, and whose I feel On my heart the arms close! Once yet – four years would have erased What these fortunate hours Of illusions surrounded At the bottom of my soul have left? Oh! she was so pretty! Either she opened her eyes so wide, Or her eyelid weakened Like a veil that unfolds Extinguished her dying gaze! – I dared to conceive the hope That the less hostile destinies, taking pity on my suffering, would come to give me the assurance Of a happiness they would have allowed: The hour I had waited, The happiness I had dreamed Has fled from my perplexed soul, Like a note hanging, Like an unfinished smile! She did not remember The world that did not see her; Nothing signaled her coming, She passed, humble, unknown, Without leaving a trace of her steps. Since then, sad and monotonous, Every day begins and ends: Nothing moves me, nothing surprises me, Like a last ray of autumn I see my forehead that turns yellow. And far from all, when the mystery of the future has closed, I flee, exiled voluntarily! – There is only one happiness on earth, that of loving and being loved.

It's getting worse.

Increasingly frequently the contours of my body fade and I become a desire to assimilate myself to the world, including you, if possible through the skin as the trick of a plant with oxygen; and to live on a harmless fire. I wouldn't devour you, nor finish you, you would still be around me, as whole as the air. Unfortunately I don't have leaves. Instead I have eyes and teeth and other still non-green things that exclude osmosis. So beware, I'm not kidding, last warning: This voracity takes everything with it; impossible to discuss it calmly and quietly. There is no explanation for this, just the logic of the dog that crawls before the bone.

IF YOU HAVE LOVE TO SELL

I wear on the mouth only coffee and lipstick I bitten your soul my beautiful stranger I wear on the eyes only their shades of blue grayed the table where I am a stranger already you run away I wear on the skin only sun and water chance you came back so I dare and carry to the clouds my Shoulder and my neck awouu I am the city wolf on the terrace of your bistro I am the bitch of your city I come to lick your wounds your ills you wear on the mouth only tobacco and fruit crushed between the fingers in smoke fainting you wear on the eyes only the reflection of my confessions dirty the table where you were more than a coin you wore on the skin that a shirt of too much chance you disappeared so I dare and wear to the clouds my shoulder and my neck awouu I am the city wolf on the terrace of your bistros I am the sick nurse I come to bandage your heart big Burning, burning, burning Late, late, late, you're late. You pedal, you ride. Your pearls play on your secrets. You pedal, you ride. Panties soaked, lips swollen. You pedal, you ride. Burn, burn, burn, burn. You pedal, you ride. Burn the Father's List. Multiple bans distributed on the fly like slaps that carillon at the bedside of your wanderings. Forbidden to wear makeup. Of laughter with a wide throat. Forbidden to cut your neckline shorten your hems. No walking. Walking alone in the neighborhood. No noctambuler. No drinking, no overturning! Forbidden to dance, vibrate! Forbidden to dirty your dress. Honor, name and lineage. Forbidden, forbidden, forbidden! But you, there, now, bow-butted on your bike, the heart tense, in love, you have no concern with all these prohibitions! You pedal, you ride. Burn the Father's List. You pedal, you ride. Your pearls play on your secrets You pedal, you ride. Panties soaked, lips swollen. Forbidden to forbid to love, to desire, to fantasize, to attach, to get caught, to feel on exist, touch, taste, delight, caress, wet panties, caress, swollen lips, Dance, dance, vibrate, vibrate, Burn, burn, burn.

Sweet wild girl

My eyes crossed your gaze on a simple picture, but oh how striking. My heart stopped beating for a few moments, and this beautiful wild girl out of this image, so I found her beautiful.. a hair of a beautiful black-bluuted, eyes to make dreams and a mouth to make you salivated.. I, courtesan that I am, imagine you and marvel at this wild beauty, intriguing, mysterious and inviting. If I had had the chance to court such an enchantress, I would have been so glad to satisfy your least desire, Madame! I will be dressed in my most beautiful attire and you too, I dare hope. I'll go up the stairs I'll go to your room, the heart beating the chame of desires and joys. I'll open the door and, the enchantment took place. You were there, lying on this beautiful canopy, covered with blue satin, which will delight you, near the window, the tignasse in the wind, and the daylight revealing the face of an angel and the sweetness in the eyes, Ouf! A breeze of freshness just contemplating you, I thought I was failing, so your beauty took my breath away. Now, from that moment, I understood why I had hardly contain my lust to take you on the spot. I took all my courage and moved forward to you slowly in order to enjoy every moment. I caressed this hair with the smell of apple and rose, I will approach whispering in your ear how much I desire you, you would feel my breath on your neck, my lips touching your face, already you shudder, and, reach this sensual mouth and taste of honey. Gently my tongue touched your fleshy lips, one by one, and you greedy as you are, opened your mouth and grabbed my tongue with such ardor.. I didn't think you were so fierce. I withdrew for a moment and contemplated you in all your splendor. Under your blouse, I discovered your breast oh how inviting. Ah! It's beautiful! I will tear this shirt and lay my head between your breasts to intoxicate me with your smell, pure happiness! I will caress your skin as soft as a freshly picked peach, will descend my hands along your hips, your body will react under my caresses, my hands become walking made you jump, I felt you so alive, that my whole body boil. The animal in me surfaced, so much I wanted to possess you and make you mine. Your breasts invited me again, I bitten it tenderly, I licked those nipples already very hard. My clitoris hurt so much you excited me, hear you moan slightly, sounded music in me. I opened your somewhat trembling legs and made my tongue slide along your thighs, your hands grabbed my back, and with your pointed nails you tore my skin. I scrutinize you with my gaze, and your eyes begged me to finally taste this garden of pleasure, but I made you wait, I rejoiced.. I took some feathers and again rubbed your thighs to the mid-leg, I felt you impatient and feverish with desire, the sap rose in me, just like a volcano ready to burst, I let myself be carried away to this rosebud already all inflated with pleasure, I barely dare touched it, and suddenly I felt a of tongue will transport you to the summit of ecstasy.. Oh! Woe to you! I'll wake up, because it was just a dream.. and all this is just poetry. - Oh, my God!

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To laugh is to risk being ridiculous. Crying is risking to look sentimental. Reaching out to others is risking commitment. Expressed his feelings, it is to reveal his true nature. Exposing one's dreams and ideals is to risk losing them. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To live is to risk dying. To hope is to risk failure. So you have to risk everything to excite

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It's sometimes hard to forget all that we endure. when you're hurt, the inner wounds can hurt happiness. as hard as it can be, it is important to learn to let go to make peace with yourself and with the outside world to let go is to calm the rage, become wiser, try to accept what we can not change, learn to detach as they say: better a piece of dry bread with the tranquility that a house full of meat with quarrels

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slowly near me you came, feeling the heat of my body undressed as a mirage you appeared, I was freeze like a statue it is then that I came out of the clouds, the sheet was raw color and my soul was convinced before this unexpected picture our two bodies in one have merged, tenderly my neck you bitten me and long kisses interrupted towards my lips ran on the bed I was lying, a few minutes I waited for that moment the love has conquered tasting the fruit forbidden certainly shy and moved I felt confused by the thirst for love we were rest, happy you became my elected representative _

The loneliness

the weather was foggy like a blank page on which I have just sketched these three lines that for a butterfly, will serve as a branch to get away from the cold and get back. I who saw myself there in great solitude, how this illusion has it always reached me is it that I have since the certainty that my ideas have returned again. if this sweet butterfly seems to me to be muse to incite me here to put some verse, I would well go to Syracuse rather than in the cold of the north in Vancouver. my page is then discovered in the universe of which I can finally express my enjoyment as is a spring with young primroses giving back to envy all its arrogance. rejecting far away this time of solitude I become again the one who gives you his words hoping that it is not by habit that you go here to tell me that they are beautiful the fog has disappeared like my blank page and I leave so in the cold of the night, it is not healthy have no more than too much we are poured out silence is always better than noise Chibani, (one of my favorite poems)

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there are so many ways to love that we sometimes do not know which to give but now I want to admit the most beautiful is still friendship, it is always the most sincere and the one that lasts the longest simply love from the bottom of the heart, ready for anything for this friend of heart there are so many ways to love and so few people who love each other why so much indifference, injustice and fear? love is a good word, but still it must be applied me I prefer to love you simply in friendship it will come from the bottom of the heart and it will last until eternity

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Don't give up

when in your life nothing is going well, problems torment your mind and money causes so many worries.. rest if you need but do not give up especially when so many mistakes have been made, that your entire universe threatens to collapse and that fatigue, you feel the confidence to give up rest you, if it is necessary but do not give up especially you know, life is sometimes strange with its lot of surprises and Contingency. We do not know in advance how many steps we will have to take, nor how many obstacles we will have to overcome before we reach happiness, the Peace and Success how many people unfortunately stopped fighting, when it might have taken just one little step more for a failure to turn into success. and yet one step at a time is never too hard, so you have to have the courage and tenacity to take that little step more. you will then see that this attitude full of Faith, will call to it, from the deepest of yourself, forces and energies of life that you did not even suspect and that would help you to realize what you can undertake. but above all, remember this: when your life, difficult times will come.. rest if you need to but don't give up

« I often dream of something strange and penetrating. »

I often have this strange and penetrating dream of an unknown woman, and that I love, and that loves me, And that is, each time, neither quite the same nor quite another, and loves me and understands me. For she understands me, and my heart transparent For her alone, alas! cease to be a problem For her alone, and the moans of my pale forehead, She alone knows how to refresh them, by crying. Is she brunette, blonde or redhead? I don't know. His name? I remember it's sweet and sounding, Like those of the loved ones that life exiled. Her gaze is like the gaze of statues, And, for her voice, distant, and calm, and grave, she has the inflection of dear voices that have been silent.