Erag

And caudal mount of high volume break, in its fall with strong sounds, engulf the close watcher in the bubble of its acoustic, prefer the beauty of the distribution in the sceneries natural without being torrent, drawing are the mark of the nature . Shapes of special beauties while combining torrents and falling in different volume of higher, get create to the fresh portray of lucky architecturein the nature. Places where shining oasis of green colors, see like the steady rock, like waters split in the ways of surface, in which yield the adoption of its form, silent descent by trees trimming ways against the impact to the senses, the metamorphosis of the shapes, colors, sounds, allows being present in front of the beauty condensed of the life created in the senses.

From you hold mymemory

From you hold my memory, your sheer eyes of the afternoon, your pink cheek at heat of the day, your twisted hair quiet to the wind, smiles while had trimmed your free since a girl, your eyes flying like wings of a bird searching high, you being in floating shape while walking, crossing quiet the distance and without knowing your come to fill my eyes , traveling by light and your image inmy pupils projected, from you hold my memory, while looking your eyes infinity wider the white light of noon that shame blame to the gamble, carry the happiness with roots of unexpected meeting, from you holds my memory my heart still in love.

Words of love

Words of love dare to your eyes in thought want to become leaded by my pen in love, writing that wake to recreate, is spelled in them,your smile of soul the happy feeds your days, drops of honey your eyes have turned to inflame brown your pupils in happy store shows, your heat sigh magic moment that the yellow sun new colors create, pen of perceptions eternal know words that all include, I have you in the time in voice alive pronounced , now in convinced words, whispers to your eyes yearn, the ink of my letters in paper time inthe present write, I love conjugate is the trim of love, the past a remember of present, the future the present have, the love present always will be, what hear, alert feels.

Called happiness

The ship of my confess love rise the candles of my loved heart, waiting wings of loves to your heart, the way intrinsic collection of seas in change, that trespass with love tha command of sailor hasdecided, the flag, sign to navigate to your heart, the hope of willing will move the helm, address to your love, that your face appears while devising parts, and see again the eyes of one night hid me the moon, the life removed while arriving, to the port called happiness.

What is to matter the time

What is to matter the time, when dancing float your imagines in my memory the time , when theblow of life, inherit will mark always our way can be, what’s to matter the time, if the watch that mark the seconds divided to its own of the instant in which come the light of the infinity rainbow , what’s to mater the time, when has seem with energy sunset that the soul, and the thought yearning have got the growing of our hearts, what’s to matter the time, when the age that passed down isperfect to love, , what’s to matter the time, if in every night the stars got stares of hope of wiling love, but how much important is, when jealous hold of your company, and has been which has keep the illusion of love , so important while giving the occasions to my eyes puzzled the enigma, now in its evolution slight, how much wish you’re your body close to mine.

How to get it for you

How toget it for you to open the rainbow of colors, to your brown eyes shine and increase your beauty. How to get it for you that through your window between the sweet blows of soft wind, to collect your scents, to the winds bring close to me. How to get it from you to stop the time, to write a book full of pages, in which you can read new words full of love , every day. How to get from you, that my...