el aire
que te roza y te acaricia
el polvo
que te sigue y se te posa
el agua
que desciende y te penetra
la ropa que te cubre y te ausenta
el cuello que rodea tu garganta
yo quisiera
un brote del mar
ha llegado a mis pies inesperadamente
nacido
del vientre de una ola
con su cuerpo de llantos y rumores
como
si fuera de verdad una vida
tan pura exhalaciόn tan leche
through which cold night
did the wind
gaze at that dream ?
stained-glass windows were closed
clock’s ticking
gothic teasels
and the
islands of paradise without nightmares
impossible to
there came a whisper
between the dawn and dark
above the tossing of the pines
the river\'s flow
a breath of mountain air
from off the hills of pine
a scent of eucalyptus trees
in
will you love me
sweet
when my hair is grey
and my cheeks shall have lost their hue
when the charms of youth
shall have passed away ?
will you love
with truth in the years of youth
the daylight is gone
away in the west
the wild birds are flying
somewhere
in silence
in leafage
where shadows
are deep
they pass to it’s bondage
the legacy of memory
if they were shadows walking
upon a screen you call reality
when the light fails
where do the shadows go ?
this enigma rapes history
but
if they really occupied three square
and now
are
About education
For most of us, we go by day and night for the last 15 years not realizing how fortunate we are to be living in a society of open thought and expression. Not until these liberties
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