Amar significa renacer en hacer el amor.To love means to be reborn in making love.
Hola, mis caballeros guapos, les comparto un selfi con cariño al igual que un video de unos de mis artistas favoritas que es un auténtico poeta en sus letras amo sus canciones, les deseo un buen fin de semana. Para los caballeros que no saben Castellano les traduzco la canción en inglés LA BELLEZA ES PODER Y LA SONRISA ES SU ESPADA - JOHN RAY De esta forma tan visual John Ray habla sobre el poder de lo bello.
Hello, my handsome gentlemen, I share a loving selfie with you as well as a video of one of my favorite artists who is a true poet in his lyrics, I love his songs, I wish you a good weekend. For the gentlemen who do not know Spanish I translate the song into English BEAUTY IS POWER AND SMILE IS ITS SWORD - JOHN RAY In this visual way John Ray talks about the power of beauty.
Love of Lesbian - El Poeta Hall
To love means to be reborn in making love.
Hello, my handsome gentlemen, I share a loving selfie with you as well as a video of one of my favorite artists who is a true poet in his lyrics, I love his songs, I wish you a good weekend.
For the gentlemen who do not know Spanish I translate the song into English
BEAUTY IS POWER AND THE SMILE IS ITS SWORD - JOHN RAY
In this visual way John Ray talks about the power of beauty.
Love of Lesbian - El Poeta Hall
You will catch me in flight And never on the wall And if you let me air I will sleep in your lines Words of a muse Maternity leave You may finally know me very well If my oddities were gray dots Every tare that I created To follow them with a pencil at the end You would see my face on the paper
So I'm around here again Searching in my warehouse for that word Consul of my shyness I hope I find the way I better be I have a topic to finish If it never appears? Or do I understand that I did not find the right word? And when I finally find her, that sea of doubts arrives If when I make up my mind you always stop me You squeeze me right here and say NO, my loyal traitor, inspiration When you appear less I am And I am
You will fall asleep What a novelty My geniocide is worse When i don't let you speak On the highway of life If you skip the exit you have to wait Can That I have not learned to accept What squads of Judeo-Christian morality With your guilt They will follow us by land, by air And above all for loving Can That is delaying action At twelve I had a dream in which I was winning But the dream overcame me Since then my defeats are the traces of the license Of that such me
Now listen to me I've already found the right word Better get ready Has something that scares everyone Yes, I'm going to let her go I want to release her I will pronounce 'hope' I'll scream it inside if it's what it takes I will write it a thousand times, I will turn away from behind Maybe if I repeat it, something will stay I can't allow your denial My loyal traitor inspiration Of intermittent appearance Like an angel found in an elevator How well you work as I remember
I welcome in my home Words that I have found abandoned in my speech bubble He examined every cage and there Barking vowels and consonants I find dirty verbs Who cry after being abandoned For a guy who once was his master And so believed that he was She dispensed with the predicate This same week They have found a couple of deranged adjectives To three cold dead adverbs And many others of the pronoun race That they dream in their cages With being the shadow of a child I point out then To the words that have been abandoned for more days And I take them home I give them rabies and I comb them my way As if they were only daughters Because in truth they are all unique Then And before integrating them into a nursery school of stories or songs I give them an ink kiss And I tell them that if you want to earn respect Accents on the patio are never to be forgotten Sometimes, I put my words Colored dieresis imitating headbands And I just watch how they play in the yard of a poem They almost always abandon you too soon And you hear them in other people's mouths And you rejoice, and you get mad at yourself As with everything we love with a certain selfishness And one stays at home Inert and something empty Caressing that mute word called silence Always faithful, always with you But everything is the law of life As the poet Halley told me one day If words attract That they join each other And to shine That are two syllables!
Annita Belluncci xx😘💖♻️🌍🌎🌏🕊✨