que ya te habia olvidado
hasta que recorde tu aroma
de colonia barata...
pense que ya eras pasado
hasta que mencione tu nombre
y un oleaje de instintos
despertaron mi alma...
tu nombre tiene el poder
de enredarse en mi mente
y deshacer mis defensas...
hechizero que hechizas
con tu sonrisa fresca
y tu mirada de aguila...
como quisiera...pense
que equivocada estaba.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Friday, July 15, 2011
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