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“Let me be the wolf” Alberto Ruy Sánchez From the dark side of your skin you illuminate me. Let me be the wolf Shadow of thirst and dog and hunger that enters the night of your body with wet, wobbly steps through your uncertain forest Your smell of sea guides me to your waves To touch the rising moon of your smile. Let me know with tongue even the deepest darkness, the quietest, and invoke with repeated movements, rituals like howls, the full moon of your body, that carries me to you as if it were me, in your hands, water that you turn into a lit tide. “Gioconda Belli Let me spread apples on your sex mango nectars strawberry flesh; your body are all fruits. I embrace you and the tangerines run; I kiss you and all the grapes drop the hidden wine of their heart on my mouth. My tongue feels in your arms the sweet juice of oranges and in your legs the pomegranate hides its inciting seeds. Let me reap the water fruits that sweat in your pores: my man of lemons and peaches, give me to drink sources of peaches and bananas bunches of cherries. Your body is the lost paradise from which no god can ever drive me out.. “I love your nakedness because naked you drink me with your pores, like water does when through its walls I plunge. Your nakedness breaks down with its heat the limits, opens all the doors for me to guess you, takes me by the hand like a lost child who in you left quiet his age and his questions. Your sweet, salty skin that I breathe and that I sip becomes my universe, the creed that feeds; the aromatic lamp that I lift being blind when beside the shadows the desires bark at me. When you strip me with your eyes closed you fit in a cup next to my tongue, you fit in my hands like necessary bread, you fit under my body more fully than its shadow.. The day you die I will bury you naked so that your share in the earth will be clean, so that I can kiss your skin on the roads, braid your scattered hair in every river. The day you die, I'll bury you naked, like when you were reborn between my legs.. “mechanics of terrestrial bodies (fragment)

Love exists like a fire to scorch in its beauty all the ugliness of the world. Love exists as a present from the goddesses benign to those who love beauty and multiply it, like loaves and fish.. Love exists as a gift only for those who are willing to renounce any other gift.. Love exists to inhabit the world as if it were the paradise that a distracted lover lost through laziness for lack of wisdom.. Love exists so that the clocks explode the long becomes short the brief infinite and beauty erases the ugliness of the world.

Eyes that make mine lower A laugh that gets lost on his mouth Here is the portrait without retouching Of the man I belong to When he takes me in his arms That he speaks to me quietly I see life in pink He tells me words of love Everyday words And it makes me feel something He's come into my heart A share of happiness So I know the cause It's him for me Me for him In life He told me, swore For life And as soon as I see it Then I feel inside of me My heart beating Nights of love never ending A great happiness that takes its place Trouble of sorrows fade away Happy, happy to die When he takes me in his arms That he speaks to me quietly I see life in pink He tells me words of love Words of everyday And it makes me feel something It's come into my heart A piece of happiness So I know the cause It's you for me Me for you In life You told me, swore me For life And as soon as I see it Then I feel inside me My heart beating

Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me. I think they're OK. If they don't give me proper credit, I just walk away. They can beg and they can plead, but they can't see the light, that's right. 'Cause the boy With the cold hard cash Is always Mister Right, 'Cause we are.. [Chorus:] Living in a material world, And I am a material girl. You know that we are Living in a material world, And I am a material girl. Some boys romance, Some boys slow dance. That's all right with me. If they can't raise my interest, then I have to let them be. Some boys try And some boys lie, but I don't let them play. Only boys who save their pennies Make my rainy day, 'Cause they are.. [Boys may come and boys may go. And that's all right, you see. Experience has made me rich And now they're after me, 'Cause everybody's.. [Chorus] A material, a material, a material, a material world. Living in a material world, Material, Living in a material world.

Wake me up like this, with a crunchy body with the desire stirred with the promise of your return With the essence of our desires with the hollow of your smile With your unattended sorrow, with the profusion of our agonies Afterwards, I will know how to savor the solitude of my hours, those that do not understand clocks, knowing that I keep inside me all your damp memories

I take root in your chest Take root in your breast, at every heartbeat Sowing me in your arms, fertilized by caresses To curdle a sweet love, syrup in your mouth Water with my hands your man-trunk, mine alone To be born in you every night, twisted into branches, of dead leaves and fertile earth: a merry-go-round of flesh like a twisted twig-like gooseberry To sprout for you at each of my dawns Wrap me in your sad green smile until I disappear and become the love compost of a love story, ours, made of sun, light and earthy blood

Canon en re mayor de Pachelbel Canon de Johann Pachelbel Resumen Letra Letra You are my love, my life, my best chance to live free.. You are my eyes when I watch the sun setting over the sea, my lungs when the cool breeze blows softly into me, You are my ears when I listen to Canon in D. My happiness you were, you are and always you will be.. When you laugh, when you sing, when you cry and when you dream When you're near or when you're far, you always will be, always were and always are, mi cario, my soul mate, my number one weakness and my greatest strength. When you were born, while you live and long after you die, you were, you are and always will be mine. My sweetest sweet, my dearest dear, my only trust and hope after God and my freedom of all fears. Always my Love, no matter how far or how near The oceans so vast as far as one can see under the sky so blue and beyond all the mountains' highest peaks. So far, deep and long my love for you, so strong and lasting, so real and true

A woman's body, white hills, white thighs, you look like the world in your abandonment. My body of a wild peasant shakes you and blows the son from the bottom of the earth. I was alone like a tunnel. Birds fled from me and the night penetrated me with its mighty invasion. To survive, I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my fronde.. But the time of revenge has come, and I love you. Other, of a fat content, by weight, exceeding 13%. Ah the vessels of the breast! Ah the eyes of absence! Ah the roses of the pubis! Ah your slow and sad voice! Body of my wife, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my desire without limit, my undecided path! Dark channels where eternal thirst continues, and fatigue follows, and endless pain.

A maiden dreamed of a maiden who slept with a lover she loved tenderly, and that in him she was diligent in all things and had no carelessness at all.. She, though ill at ease, at last resisted, saying: "What will people say of me? saying: “What will people say about me? ”, in fact, she complied with her accident, and the two of them put the finishing touches to their quarrel. The gallant kissed her and embraced her with more heat than a burning log; the sweet thing to spill had not begun, when he awoke, and said to the dream: "To last a little longer, what did it cost you, for it was no small pleasure to me??”

I am sure that seeing you are interested do not think so much that here we are willing to give everything a person like you deserves one good moments we can spend just do not think so much if you have seen me live you know I like and you know what I am capable then do not think so much

Where the sun hides during the night to recharge its batteries, to fill itself with light and be able to continue with its daily routine. There was a small island alone that the sea with all its waters bathed leaving the rocks that covered it carrying the girl, the great quedaba. A flying bird is hallaba cansada when it sees esa isla it goes towards allá llevaba en su pico pequeña semilla if the bird eats in the flight, it will fall. He put it like always in the upper part where he usually finds the hardest rock and when he tried to eat the little seed, he was lost in the hole.. Deceptivated and sad she went on her way looking for another island that was populated not made her happy the existence of the man the most important thing, that was planted. Nothing was known about the end of this story. No record of him being able to do so.. While on the island, the seed remained, stuck firmly to the rock and there it sprouted, regaban the drops of salt water and the drops of rain that in winter arrived.. She grew weakly, but emitted a beautiful flower in the bare rock. She was radiating her own colors around her.. The painters are going to immortalize his image and the hummingbirds are going to absorb his sweetness.. After a poet wrote some verses that tell the story of this beautiful flower.

Come and see everything you can discover about a new person full of experience and stories that may interest you a lot, don't think about it so much and come and meet me too, give me the opportunity to meet you

I have long travels to a country and enjoy new things I opened my mind I teach new things interesting lives know new gastronmias and everything gives me a new lugarrr

come and look at new landscapes will be a pleasure to know the world with you full of new experiences new and tod tod everything or your mind wants to give or provide or as you like just live the moment

our home and our place, a source of life and love, which we must care for. Every day we pollute it, with our acts and waste, forgetting that we are part of it, and that it is part of us.

The Earth provides us with everything we need, from the air we breathe, to the water we drink, and the food that feeds us. It is time to become aware, and to take care of our mother, so that she continues to be a source of life, for future generations.

Don't let the day end without you growing a little, being happy, increasing your dreams.. Do Not Be Overcome by Discouragement. Don't let anyone take away your right to express yourself, which is almost a duty.. Don't give up the desire to make your life something extraordinary.. Don't stop believing that words and poetry can change the world.. Whatever happens our essence is intact. We are beings full of passion. Life is desert and oasis. It knocks us down, it hurts us, it teaches us, it makes us protagonists of our own story.. Though the wind blows against it, the mighty work continues:. Never stop dreaming, because in dreams man is free. No caigas en el peor de los errores: The silence. Most of them live in a terrible silence.. Don't give up. He's running away.. “I emit my screams from the rooftops of this world, says the poet. Appreciate the Beauty of Simple Things. You can make beautiful poetry about little things, but you can't row against yourself.. That makes life a living hell.. Enjoy the panic of having your whole life ahead of you.. Live it intensely, without mediocrity. Think of the future as in you and face the task with pride and fearlessness. Learn from those who can teach you. The experiences of those who came before us of our dead poets, help you walk through life The society of today is us: The living poets”. Don't let life pass you by without you living it..

To be in love, friends, is to suffer space and time with sweetness. It's waking up one morning with the secret of flowers and fruit.. It is to be free of oneself and to be united with other creatures.. It's not knowing if they're someone else's or your own.. It is to trace back to the source the murky waters of the torrent of anguish. It's sharing the light of the world and at the same time sharing its dark night.. It's to marvel and rejoice that the moon is still moon. It's proving in body and soul that the task of being a man is less difficult.. It's starting to say always, and from now on never again.. And it is, my friends, to be sure of having clean hands. To be in love, friends, is to suffer space and time with sweetness. It's waking up one morning with the secret of flowers and fruit.. It is to be free of oneself and to be united with other creatures.. It's not knowing if they're someone else's or your own.. It is to trace back to the source the murky waters of the torrent of anguish. It's sharing the light of the world and at the same time sharing its dark night.. It's to marvel and rejoice that the moon is still moon. It's proving in body and soul that the task of being a man is less difficult.. It's starting to say always, and from now on never again.. And it is, moreover, my friends, to be sure of having clean hands.

Beyond all our sky where the sun shines on a black background lived a very beautiful little princess who trod fields of blossoming fields. Princes born on distant planets temper temper tempers in lonely hours teaches harsh-faced preceptors to love the beautiful and speak softly. One morning as she lay reclining in prayer her dawn before the altar came a refined fragrance message wrapped in the sigh of royal presence. “I am the little prince of that fairy tale who humbly aspires to have your love, who in the middle of a small planet grows, for you, the most beautiful flower. Come to me, my pampered Little Prince, come this far, adored little princess, the most I want in life is for you to always be my beloved. We'll go together on the sidereal roads, we'll visit a fox that lives in the desert, a snake will be the dearest friend, we'll enjoy the grass that grows in the open field And one evening the princess set out on a journey. Was it riding a wandering kite, at the beginning of a crystal clear laugh, or in the brightness of a morning glow? But in the vast distances of the sky the little princess simply lost her way. She did not find the place where the prince hoped. It was never her will, but it was her fate.. He set his foot on a land on the edge of the earth with many rivers that run down the mountain, a great desert, mountain range, beautiful lakes and a huge, very calm sea that bathes him.. And she gave up on the journey back, seduced by the great beauty of a little copy that captivated her with its bright red while hanging from a branch of a little copy.. And the elders gave him a beautiful name that ends with E and E and begins with SE selected among many other names as the cutest they could find. And the princess walks through the places of the earth planting very beautiful flowers everywhere in her gardens they always look blooming and there are many others waiting to bloom. one.. Keep going

Beyond the radiant face of some star And when he put his ray on the earth He found that there was a very beautiful girl. And as I walk through the land, I see all the beauty of the land, and I kiss the flowers with my soft caress, and I see the vast canopy of sweetness.. And when I compared the flowers with the girl I found that none was so pretty nor the lilies, the fuchsias and the allelies. Martita grew up with great urgency persecuting huidizas mariposas ya volando por el aire transparent o detained in the corola de las rosas. He was running around the field, he was walking barefoot, he was gathering the flowers of the desert, he was looking at the beauty of the evening, and he was doing his chores with care.. He made his quinta a playground, conquered the height of the cherry tree, and the pearl tree, and the shadow of the palm tree, and the manzanos, and danced to the rhythm of the breeze, and the wheat tree.. She rode her horse always in a good way when she was a little girl and went to the village to buy some brazier or a pill.. And if he felt great pain, he would invade and he needed to be given a good amparo or simply when he felt sad he would play at the don genaro's forge.. Until one day out of many, any day Surely a Sunday morning She saw a honey and handsome boy While she looked out the window. And there came love with its tremendous enchantment. And there came love with its torments and its sorrows. And there she dedicated herself to him with all her senses, with her days, her hours and her moments.. And the magic of love corresponded to the infliction of her overwhelming strength. She abandoned her luxurious life and her home and became almost a girl.. As God willed, as God should have allowed, the man does not fight back, though everyone has opposed and a familiar debate has been generated.. I remembered the girl born in fortune lived in poverty with distinction and with decoration the mecer of her arms replaced the cuna were her sons her tail.

I was walking like always careless with the rumbo that takes me home when then appears out of nowhere the most beautiful girl of the place. The miré has returned the mirada hoy brillaron más el sol y el alelí: he has accepted me una rosa de regalo y luego sonrió, cuando yo le sonreí. Eight suns stopped their wandering path and came to me with their light, the stars looked at me sweetly and the moon will sigh over the sea. I see the most beautiful flowers blooming and I see the ones that are going to bloom I hear the harmonious song of the birds that used to hear us only yesterday. I slept in the aroma of the flowers that on the edge of the ravine existed I could see me portrayed in the mirror of the deep green of his sad look. Breaks the wind the silence singing, trina the bird her beautiful song, vibra mi alma con todo lo bello, palpita alegre mi fiel corazón. Today I will sing the songs those men sing that know love.

Where the sun hides during the night to recharge its batteries, to fill itself with light and be able to continue with its daily routine. There was a small island alone that the sea with all its waters bathed leaving the rocks that covered it carrying the girl, the great quedaba. A flying bird is hallaba cansada when it sees esa isla it goes towards allá llevaba en su pico pequeña semilla if the bird eats in the flight, it will fall. He put it like always in the upper part where he usually finds the hardest rock and when he tried to eat the little seed, he was lost in the hole.. Deceptivated and sad she went on her way looking for another island that was populated not made her happy the existence of the man the most important thing, that was planted. Nothing was known about the end of this story. No record of him being able to do so.. While on the island, the seed remained, stuck firmly to the rock and there it sprouted, regaban the drops of salt water and the drops of rain that in winter arrived.. She grew weakly, but emitted a beautiful flower in the bare rock. She was radiating her own colors around her.. The painters are going to immortalize his image and the hummingbirds are going to absorb his sweetness.. After a poet wrote some verses that tell the story of this beautiful flower.