Sniffing the air, I captured the scent of something new. My nostrils flared as its aroma tickled my nares, filtering down to my guts, making me crave, crave, crrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaavvvvvvvvvvvveee.
What could this be? Something succulent and free? What could tantalize and beckon a...
But nobody likes 2011A as much as she herself does!
dance and spring and twirl
See my blonde tumbling curl?
I am gorgeous - a real beauty
You don't need ask just listen to me
For any length of time
I'm always spinning rhyme
About my eyes so very blue
And how they shine so blue...
Who wouldn't simply adore her? She is a kind and gentle hearted woman who you can find is so easy to love. Yet at the same time she knows how to stand up for what she believes in. She can be as smooth as the soft flowing creek, or mightier than the ocean's waves.
The love of the Jaguars
We will meet int the air of the doves, in the wind of the falcons, in the highs of the flight.
We will walk as do lovers, hand in hand, steps toghether on a new open path a new journey.
I will look for the prints of your running on the plains where...
Please note that I have changed my name recently to PoetryNEmotion.
It is me. I have chosen it as it contains all elements of my new, changing life: poetry, emotion, and motion.
So much to look forward to. So much optimism. And love too....Life is awesome. Never forget that...
I claim Cynthia
To all who knows, all who don't, all and each one who should know.
We, Cynthia (2011A) and me, Carlos, choose to be together as loving lifetime partners. We do deeply love eachother. To make the meaning of this clear enough and different of...
The woman who dances with me
This, what I will tell you, is a recurrent dream that had made company to not few of my nights. Will give you only a fragment of it, no more is possible.
It was once simpler, when young. And had become more and more complex along time. Like...
Let there be.Let there be love written over the wall of years that were wasted lands.
Let there be words said filling the void times over the past days.
Let there be smiles on tears.
Let there be dance spining the space arround our time, building the bridge, doing the...