En muchas circunstancias de la  vida, te puedes sentir  sola....para sabes que siempre encontraras mi mano, para que no camines sola en la vida. Se que en muchas ocasiones sentirás que no puedes

A day in a dawn, awakening and rebirth, gives the beginning to thought, to a reason and a memory. The emotion and that anger, joy and anger, that meaningless reason, of repressed love. In the turmoil of

Diosa de mis orígenes, amor al que no temo, trasciende dentro de mi hacía ti y déjate acariciar, que hoy tengo mucas lagrimas para llorarte; sé que a mi no puedes venir, y yo sueño retornar a tu seno.....

Un día en un amanecer, el despertar y el renacer, da el comienzo al pensamiento, a una razón y a un recuerdo. La emoción y esa ira, la alegría y la rabia, esa razón sin sentido, del amor reprimido. En

There is no summer without memory, a summer in which the waves bring laughter, and take the laments. Burn the white sand, Burns the skin on your back, and it burns the breeze that kisses. In the distance,

No hay verano sin recuerdo, un verano en el que las olas traigan risas, y se lleven los lamentos. Quema la arena blanca, quema la piel de tu espalda, y quema la brisa que besa. A lo lejos, de un atardecer

mmaculate night that you invite me to bring her, although his stay is distant, although distant his beauty, but out of nowhere it comes out of the shadows, so mystical and serene, so beautiful and radiant,

Noche inmaculada que me invitas en traerla, aunque lejana sea su estancia, aunque distante su hermosura, pero de la nada surge entre las sombras, tan mística y serena, tan bella y radiante,  en sus

When the fall arrives, the leaves fall in their maximum color, They are beautiful, golden, brown and yellow. I love you in the same way, in colors, in gold, in red, in all his passion. When autumn arrives

Cuando llega el otoño, las hojas se caen en su máximo color, son hermosas, doradas, marrones y amarillas. Yo te amo de la misma manera, en colores, en dorado, en rojo, en toda su pasión. Cuando llega el

"THE ART OF READING HANDS" SOURCE Hello friends of Steemit today in this holiday season when a lot of us hope and ask for a better future, especially in our beloved Venezuela, I want to talk

Cough my world illuminated by opaque stars, gray is the sky, I can hardly see it. The birds miss their nests, that indolent hands knocked down,   and maybe the new generations, they will read stories

They rested their buttocks in the fiery coals of hell, the clock no longer runs in your life nature died for him; Rage seizes his soul, Seeing injustices dancing in the fire ... Putrefaction, desolation,

The sand of the sea .... shakes her beautiful hair, refreshing my secret course, that walks in distant sands, red cheeks brushed by the sun. My ghostly figure, they exclaim his sweet name, what a honey

What is the country? the boy asked his father, Is it simply land? Is it sea, is it heaven? Not finding in his mind a response to give, He searched the heart finding example. Homeland is land watered with

¿Que es la patria? pregunto el niño a su padre, ¿Es acaso simple tierra? ¿Es mar, es cielo?. No hallando en su mente respuesta que darle, buscó en el corazón encontrando ejemplo. Patria es tierra regada

You opened my wings, I learned to fly, between the mountains, our love is ..... August came to an end, you wanted to be here, you told me that time is already passing, What happened in me ... but what

Past and future They mix in your present. Feelings asleep and doubts that like a hurricane based on blow invade your mind. Sweet, soft and tender moments, fragile, fleeting, beautiful, ethereal, life is

Tose mi mundo  iluminado por opacas estrellas, gris esta el firmamento, casi no lo puedo ver. Los pájaros extrañan sus nidos, que manos indolentes tumbaron,  y tal vez las nuevas generaciones,