de beberme el sol cada mañana
de respirar la brisa en mi ventana
de besar con mis dedos tus cabellos
y acariciar tu cuerpo con mi alma...
voy zigzageando por la vida
sin tener un rumbo definido
y bebo un poco más de la mañana
y respiro una vez más en mi ventana
a ver si así mas ebria yo consigo
terminar de tumbarme y asi te olvido
ó sumergirme en las aguas de tu río.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
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