Everyday I wake up early start writing poetry I know I am very afraid you miss a day of so I like to present you offering you my poetry love to see you wake with the sound of the telephone soon begin to sing seem very willing then come kiss me begin to defoliate a magazine but I like it one day I will get it see my poetry transformed into a book. This seems to me an addiction I like having to write what I really need does someone like this to read I just start walking do my walks start thinking and making rhyming thoughtful words Each poem elaborate one that is more recent becomes more appreciate and what I keep in mind want to know , Ive been told I have a Sun to write they realized and found good which give them to read . Every day I develop I make my poems I write every day and you ll even counting on varied topics I have ideas shuffled with lots of information I do too many shots sometimes clumsy ... to win your heart Tell me there then you to make a song whether or not to talk fado Fado is a song Alma and Portuguese Hence comes my brother give me your hand come enjoy this beauty my life without poetry has no meaning I do not know what would be of me unable to expand my Poetry nor have you right by my side pity that there is someone who wants to grab me this poetic vein and I want to help develop my soul of this poet . To all Friends who are reading this and also unknown who know that I do not give are already 6 am Today is Sunday I wish a good week approaching leverage to pray for the needy there is work for all They say that this crisis is fleeting but see no way out it takes money in his pocket that worldwide perecisa Let yourself Wars it leads nowhere pack up the problems on a shelf and to have a blessed week . raised up early feel like singing do not want to be alone want the world to embrace come to Facebook and other social networks want to go unnoticed but paras on all parties and camps without me repair Im here waiting want to be your sun in spring begin to walk and a few steps ahead begin to sing a song delusional if someone here does not like to read this simple poetry Sorry , its my way of being Expose a little of my life The light that I see but it is what guides me I want to make known my poetry . I think that certainly deserved its been awhile to write poetry I have somehow I would like to be recognized in which I give you to read and have some friend to help me edit what I like to write but luck only happens once we must learn to cling never know if she back again to pass better wait sitting for that day shall come I can not get tired not so desperate someday be my I will not stop fighting and reach heaven from your mouth to kiss you . Writing on the screen you Speak with your heart will not want to fall bed want to escape depression I feel quite sad desire to escape I wish that it did not exist not to have me falling I only vent which I will in the soul and so can do rhyming words but I do not want to it is simply my way of being and I will write on the mind . Love is what makes you smile when youre tired is a better way of living and be Loved makes us wake up from sleep a good nights late without even remember what was done wish I could be with you for a few moments I love to share My good feelings I wish I could keep in my thoughts Kill me slowly with your movements Love is blind deaf and mad do not do some of this blindness have a sleep porfundo after a night of madness True . Á Cova de Iria I went to pray I felt joy to be by your side I went to ask to our lady for all of us that brings everything we need For the needy pray for all bought several souvenirs be happy by your side not lost hopes be blessed but I was glad with you by my side rested mind was a day well spent . With what Im writing wanted to ensure any future because Im tired of beating his head against the wall Hiding my fear sheltering me in writing I will tell the World my way of Life I want to have some quiet this world so cruel I will leave my Manuscript a piece of paper For me they remember someone with a knack for writing I want you to remember well I have the soul of poet . Making a Retrospective I put myself to meditate what was my life Whats the point of walking here a life of suffering based on thoughts I do travel and at certain times stop to think look for eternity without ever finding I only know that I feel happiness to be by your side I want to leave here and can you prove what I felt for you Love at first sight Im done here be I want but is from Im tired of walking nothing can When you shoot was then that I realized that beauty is in the eye of the beholder you know I love you I have never seen such beauty walk tired of being sacrificed without receiving anything in return I want a picture of you and give me a kiss on the mouth. While away I wanted to tell show you all what Im seeing do you feel the feeling Im having know very well how much I want Sometimes I feel invisible to you Seest not because my game I want you to come back to me Im happy to see you again I want to fly I want to go far away Ill Loving and shout Love you ... One night heat I did not leave thinking how good it was that my Love were almost there I want you to know I did all that was possible to become just for me I want you to know it was impossible to Our love can have no end silent screams calling attention to meet me holding your hand tell you they just want to be your friend . I know that I write worth was what I wanted most I wanted more was able to give you to read my poetry . Thinking about what you want to say having no one to talk to I put myself to write what you want to leave The best of me is to be born not yet come to an end this way of living My Life in Poetry is easier said I do not know what would be of me if there could ever I be sitting here sometimes bitter trying not to trip and getting boot I got choked but that gives me joy in you being able to tell all Im thinking in the form of poetry . I spend my days spreading what I m thinking spend time wandering not knowing where to stop Im tired of this life Im tired of running I will not have the same output do not let me die without doing what he most wanted watching time pass I doing Poetry later to give to read my scribbles I do not know what to write I have many dreams you want to run show you the world the natural I want to be the first to show you what I saw in postcards today is thursday September 26 Today is market day Carcavelos I well remember one day I went to see was very close to the station came to fill happiness of my heart but my day is coming thats how it all happens this day is to find me even when I no longer need ! All do poetry I write on the computer I want to feel your joy making you verses of Love According always inspired feel like writing looking at your picture I want to see you Im not afraid of anything in this world of uncertainty wait for you until dawn to see your beauty Breaking through the dark night trying to keep warm jumping to the street I m going to protect you and there will whiling writing which I will in the soul so that later you can show everything I did to calm I like very much to do rhyming words and I really love to see your laughter What I write sometimes makes sense am no more than a mere mortal I am your true friend who lives in Portugal .--- thnx for puting up with me ------ rock on pcneves2012@live
Posted on: Thu, 17 Oct 2013 21:59:40 +0000
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