Gained Light Solstice

Memoirs of a lost little ballerina

At 6 years ...

Small colored atoms dance around
She is lost between the wrath of her black hair,
while shaking their hands to the sky
Their concerns are traveling
and feet enjoy a renewed freedom
today take on a trip to either side and happily
not tired of walking
makes no resistance, anda
in search of adventure
Cherries, strawberries, tomatoes, apples
What are the fruits of your dress?
are promises, truths, kisses, hugs
available to share with the world

After 11 years

not hesitate to compare the size of your hands ,
is true ... It has grown

Her hair reaches her waist, now
not entangled in her fingers, but its
jugular
Your tired feet walk
is it that freedom is gone?
His clothes adorn
circles, diamonds, squares, stripes
escape from his lips now
oaths, apologies, goodbyes, never

Rises inches above the ground
and manages to escape for a few seconds
those treasured moments with a special affection
Nothing stops, while playing in silence

the echo of his footsteps in that room
His childhood was gone,
between tights and patent leather shoes

Image: "Not Waiting" of * TheLuckyNine DeviantArt in

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I look at every person in every touch skin. And see becomes an adventure and the impossible becomes reality before my doubts. But again forgot your nature, your freedom, your heart forgotten. forgot again that I am who I always wait ...

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When I say no, you know I'm lying? Are we ever gonna

These films purple
scratch my scalp
While I continue looking for the answer in your writing
unintelligible

assume that summer has to end one of these days
(bad)
collect
memories of places where I stopped my breath Where
our clothes seemed to vanish
at the touch of a light kiss

Skin that attracts as polar opposites,
dreams that stay in the air
with deserted islands

Clava nails in my back
furiously pulling my hair
ear Tell me that
not mind dying so

While I tangle my legs with yours,
close my eyes and think,
the clock in my brain,
is the clock in your home, tired and bored
stopped

forever in your dwelling time

Slide down my belly glimpse
secrecy finishes
I do not want to save more mysteries

who dared to decipher my heart

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learn to fly? Only love

just want to break into a thousand pieces
try to do something special with them
Prevent "mediocre"
resonate in my brain hole

Gone are the days when I
was effortlessly brilliant
The crepe paper balls
were always my specialty, and my dilemmas were limited to
the playtime

I am a girl among the millions of faces
look back at me I'm still looking for something that
avoid
me my shame

myself trying to change, make me as
No one wants to acknowledge
before
it is too late

The judge nods silently
How do you plead?

... Guilty ...

Because I can not pretend something I'm not hurt me
Because each centimeter of bones,
be just a disappointment

- I can not help it -

pd: This humble hookah a poem of his published letters in Attachment Q of PuntoEdu ... Does anyone in Ardillalandia saw it? hahaha ... kisses and I'll be back =)

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Who opened the sky?
For clouds weep over me
Who stole the soul from the sun?
In a world where everything is dark
know that all that remains is the love

hope the weather is perfect
while browsing your celestial river,
are airborne,
the words we sing in our dreams
know that the only thing left is love Wake

once,
open your eyes, the world will expected
Let all your dreams,
fill the empty sky
And if it makes you happy, not forget me
will always be with you
not miss the moment, you know
All that remains is love

Let There Be Love - Oasis

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Red

Accept this for what it's worth,
this song and my smile.
I write from my own hell, and these walls
screaming your name.

Nothing you can say can stop me now.
Who can replace your lips?
Who can fix my heart?

I always try to remember,
that holding hands does not mean eternal. Tonight
even the stars are on my side my heart
red paint
impossible'll stay in my memory
and tonight I know is the last;
and I love you more I want to get
only your voice, the heart

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you gonna lie ... Pluie d'été

Thanks for the times you comforted me, did you ever fair and accurate word I needed to hear . Thanks for all the stories you told me before going to sleep, because you knew encourage my imagination and gave him rope to my dreams. Thanks because many times I was scared, not knowing what to do, and you always showed up at the perfect moment when they need your help. Thanks because when I did well at school gave me mood to stay that way and when I did so well you cared to know the reasons and unravel the real problem. Thanks because you were always trustworthy, never invaded my privacy and knew to expect a calm and confident that I will reveal some of my secrets. Thanks because when I'm with you I can be just as I am.

[No, I'm not being sarcastic ...]

-am lying,

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The first drops of rain
drawn on the pavement
She spreads her arms,
get on the palms of your hands wet petting tiny


His voice imitates the sound of raindrops on the garden
and between turns angry your waist
rain is responsible for drawing your body with an accuracy


Divine Droplets trapped in her braided hair

No more excuses,
their dance in the rain is not more lonely

She scale clouds approaching
the holy water font
Now drops stop on her lashes,
who would say so, everything looks
clearer

The nature around is painted with watercolors
as the rain continues caressing her body, feeding
yellow flowers on it
and new words to pray to end a story
Smile

PD: I'm about to disappear for a few days, I'm going this weekend to
Dunes with my family and my classes start on Monday (finally).
'm so excited but I am aware that my time for the blog will be severely reduced
, so I left a couple of posts scheduled to entertain
, barely able to promise to catch up with their blogs and comments.
P.D2: The scheduled posts I have left are things that I almost
unearthed, so do not be frightened if you do not look like anything you've read before here
.

A big kiss and a hug for everyone!

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Nobody ever compare the pain in my legs in the whirlwind in my head, because I know how love hurts.
Recovery shake my hands with paper, be another night to reproach you never learned to say the right words.

Who lied that we are invincible shields?
Today I went to smash, still living in this shell.

I can not make excuses.

I can not call for no reason.

I want to hear your voice , but I have fear ...
I have fear that break my heart.

If I can not go back, let me try to amend the future.
want to make you happy, by every morning in which made me smile.

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No, not love

Your breathing in my ears,
drag tunes from the sea
while I sleep I dream that
write the words that you put
with your fingertips sweet
on my lips purple

A half-light shots of my hands and my head

falls perfectly into place to rest for eternity,
on your chest

enjoy the furious beating of your heart
drawing a kiss excited
to mark on it, my home
Close your eyes and sleep in space
ignoring the heat of this room

not deny me your hands
as we cross this path,
not ask me to not watch your back;
when I save in my secret soul
each of your steps
and keep on my skin your scent of a thousand summers
sleeping next to me

Cos people believe That they're gonna get away from the summer

But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round , we do not know why, why, why ....

Champagne Supernova - Oasis
Oasis @ Lima 30/04/2009 (I still can not believe it)