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Esta página está dedicada a la persona más grande que hay en mi vida,
que la cambió totalmente y la hizo valer.
A mi amor, mi vida, mi amiga, mi musa y, últimamente, poetisa. :)

Ella es lo más grande que me pudo haber pasado y por siempre
le estaré agradecido por todo lo que me ha amado y ha hecho por mí.

En ella encontré una persona que me entiende, que es sincera,
que es diferente... que es especial

Nunca podré olvidarla y por siempre la amaré.

Niña hermosa, siempre estarás en mi corazón, en mi mente, en mí. Te amo. :*

Para siempre tuyo, tu Niño.

Más Poemas:

The Widow.

She was calm looking outside the window
She was living inside some pretty dreams
Although she was recently left widow
She was looking for some action it seems

Her pretty eyes opened up with gladness
Still she did not wake and kept on dreaming
Cold and cruel was her heart filled with blindness
Not showing her dead man little kindness

Silky curls flirted only with the winds
Ebony eyes could pierce men's hearts no more
By all this frustration her heart it grinds,
So she left her beauty aside on shore

Lonely and old the sad woman feels low
Writing her story of a poor widow.

(María Luisa)

Summerwinds.

They were running through the emerald grass
Through ruby flowers and sunshine of gold
Swam in a pond of clear waters like glass
Until they began to feel somewhat cold

They are the orange winds of summertime
Warm and gentle and most of all playful,
Tickle the flower and also the lime,

As jokers they work for cold Mrs. moon
Use the shining star as a playing card
But they'll be gone away these days too soon
And feel their joy no more will be hard

But they'll be back again next year you'll see,
And the moon of her boredom will be free.

(María Luisa)

Whatever.

My inside is senseless
My outside apparently not
I seek for connection with this human being
But my effort is worthless right now.

Though I seem to be calm and not worry about it,
My mind aches desperate with confusion,
I try to stay awake from it,
But I cannot fake it.

Maybe it's my fault for things like this happen to me,
My thoughts are all trapped inside a locked vault,
Full of things to share,
Which no one is aware of.

Maybe it's my entire fault I'm confused,
My intelligence if it's true I have one is misused,
Maybe it'll be better to leave my thoughts on shore
Right now I can write no more…

(María Luisa)

The Pianist.

What sweet sound I hear
He plays it beautifully
With such delicacy and harmony
Than that of the singing waves of the sea at night

What sweet sound I hear
His fingers run through them like diamond dancing raindrops
on the floor
He tells me he loves me
I just love him when he plays it
When he plays it for me she says.

He is a young man
He plays it beautifully
He has lived too much for his age
But he has a kind heart that suffers and loves her
desperately

She is a child
A wicked, beautiful and capricious one
She dances to the rhythm of his melody
His eyes dance to see her move gracefully

He touches her ears and body with his music
She touches his heart with her angelic face
But he will be gone away someday and will not suffer
And she will keep on growing like a wild flower.

(María Luisa)

To thee.

To thee my sweetest heart that made my life the sweetest one.
To the one who showed me that magic is not in flying around but inside of a heart.
And with that 'simple' magic made everything around her bright as if lighted by stars.

Your love is my magic
You are your castle
Your treasure is inside
Your heart is my most dearest prize

To the one who made daily life a full fairytale when she was near.
To the one who loved me as anyone ever did and ever will.
For my heart is given and forever sworn my love to thee.

You are my wings of hope
You are my sword of strenght
You are my armour of trust
You are my heart of love.

To the one who cried, suffered and fought for a love and deserves the best
To the one for whom I'll fight with all my strenght (even against myself)
for loving her with all the love she deserves.

(Eldarostalo)