I loved you more than I have ever known
Those starry eyes
Those tender lips
You made my heart melt
Then boil into a roaring fire
I now know
What my eyes could not see
You are the only one that is for me
Many nights those tears flew
Being myself without anyone
Anyone to care about the thoughts
Looking at the sky and knowing
Many mistakes I had
Many mistakes I have had
martes, 9 de junio de 2009
I do not love you except because I love you (Pablo Neruda, 15th century poem)
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruelRay, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruelRay, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
The pitch (I am from poem)
I am from poem.
I am from the green field
I am son of speed and concentration
I believe that no one can be better than me
I dream that everything that happens will only be my way
I disappear for a moment and nothing can get me
Not even my deepest fears
I am from the green field.
I am from the green field
I am son of speed and concentration
I believe that no one can be better than me
I dream that everything that happens will only be my way
I disappear for a moment and nothing can get me
Not even my deepest fears
I am from the green field.
Ten things in my garden (list poem)
A huge old naked tree begging for the spring to come
Dozens of thirsty bees fighting for their favourite drink
One lazy old dog sleeping a nap
One young dog which seem to never be tired
The occasional frog looking for its dark spot
A couple of hummingbirds waiting for their share
A daring cat which walks on a tree not caring about the danger beneath it
Rows and rows of flowers stretching their necks so as to be noticed
And the sweet scent of the morning
The only thing missing is the rain, but it will soon come to finish this amazing painting.
Dozens of thirsty bees fighting for their favourite drink
One lazy old dog sleeping a nap
One young dog which seem to never be tired
The occasional frog looking for its dark spot
A couple of hummingbirds waiting for their share
A daring cat which walks on a tree not caring about the danger beneath it
Rows and rows of flowers stretching their necks so as to be noticed
And the sweet scent of the morning
The only thing missing is the rain, but it will soon come to finish this amazing painting.
The old man (image poem)
As the man sat down under the tree with a fishing rod in his hand
Hundreds of memories flashed back into his mind
The wind was softly blowing the tree branches
The birds were singing beautiful chants
They resembled so much to a children chorus that reminded him of his early days
He closed his eyes for just a second and began remembering
Suddenly his whole life appeared before him
The fun days playing in the sky blue pond
Splashing around
Dancing through all the different colours of nature
The gold sun shining at it most
The green leaves moving along with the wind
The sun rays lighting everything that was in the range of his eyes
The sound of innocent laughter and the feeling that nothing was bad
Suddenly he woke up, as fast as he had fallen asleep
Everything was grey now
No fish at the end of his rod
He got up and left
Knowing very well that he would come back again.
Hundreds of memories flashed back into his mind
The wind was softly blowing the tree branches
The birds were singing beautiful chants
They resembled so much to a children chorus that reminded him of his early days
He closed his eyes for just a second and began remembering
Suddenly his whole life appeared before him
The fun days playing in the sky blue pond
Splashing around
Dancing through all the different colours of nature
The gold sun shining at it most
The green leaves moving along with the wind
The sun rays lighting everything that was in the range of his eyes
The sound of innocent laughter and the feeling that nothing was bad
Suddenly he woke up, as fast as he had fallen asleep
Everything was grey now
No fish at the end of his rod
He got up and left
Knowing very well that he would come back again.
"The colourful world of Collum Mc Call".
In this short story the author uses colours to show us in which ways his life has changed and the different moods and feelings he has throughout his life and how colours has influenced the different stages he has gone through.
What reading and writing is for me.
Reading for me is travelling to new worlds, having different experiences without moving from your chair, letting the author dives you through his/her words in order for you to be able to create your own understanding of them.
And writing for me is to put your ideas down in a piece of paper in order to share your feelings and opinions with the reader, it also gives you the chance to create new worlds that only exist in your mind.
And writing for me is to put your ideas down in a piece of paper in order to share your feelings and opinions with the reader, it also gives you the chance to create new worlds that only exist in your mind.
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