of a primogenitorBetter especially if you adore the departedBecause Love calms and you make peaceOnce with you rival parent but not in divorceThis way we see t aburdity Idealism thought. 2, bear's fagur. poeithieia The film ends when you fall in LoveWe live with all the heavens in the windowPraying in t binary computer of our ageThe film ends when you fall in LoveYou think of today and t rosary serviceSome people are on t street other to be born& you have to stay up+there in the bear's fagur.From reclusion to the past fieldto the sheep, dogs & shepherdto ben gurion & to feverier Remember now after maybe 5 months of reclusionOf the field I adored w t nut trees alley poplars'n skypuddles & littledamI walkt t with a big old almost empty agenda watchdogTo write fieldpoems in it w blue or green a winter wordcropNow t peasantsfield so far black with gonesnow with big old mentractorsShould walk from this teen reclusion to my thought past prayer field.The tractorsarmyWhen I am big I want to make a tractorsarmyTo bake the earth from spring to early wintersTo make the bread dart from the cultureearthSo there will be food for t rich & poor & nowarI believe in this notion & my dream can&will be trueTo make books from La Hojarasca of the grain.Treatment against the skyI was never educated almost except by my mom or priestsI was reeducated from t start and my time is not finishedTo me t seems imposible this aiud at home or '90s schoolMama now t'is just her bed in her room between the duke & t kingI receive a everyday lifelong treatment against the sky with -Blistered fingers and eyesborn hurt lifelines a life of sciencefiction...The kindness of schizoidsto Vladimir p,Wouldn't write Putin dissociated but just got to make it in t businessMy first impresson of him in 2000 i think or maybe 1999 a chessplayerResembling my father and mother bald grandfather a good boyarHumanizeKgb & get Rossija through AIS&vkb to Tolstoy's goldenboughPeople began for centuries to badmouth the governors undogmaticThere is a kindness of schizoids kept for the hermits & bluestars.DistichFace of gold,Eye in sapphire.The milk jordan honey river I remember the land of milk and honey of the ancientthe jordan white in the sun gathered the yellowwheatlike t apostles scattered in t fields for a beat harvestthere we got baptized in honey like t fat bumblebeeswe believed in ourselves and biblia us proved wrongthere's nothing like t effort of humanity in t black earth.The Chipmunk & the Hivequeena
LovestoryIn the black forest beyond the blue mountain in the white hiveThere is a giant queen in love with a little beautiful ChipmunkSo she lets t gate open in t evening Moon for her Love 2 come&t Prince of Little Chipmunks Stars comes fr.t azure maybe from a bookShe comes the Prince for a glass of lindenteawhitecow'smilkThe Noble Chipmunk of the Holy Forest drinks & eats fruitcookies.The dancing, descended, praying starheavenproofIn the Christmas forever one of the stars starts to move n bluenightShe is in Love and sings a song her Love to pledge across the seeShe walks down from the sky on the church road here in t villageA j & z in her eyes writ in arab letters of a life long dream right hereShe sings in prayer her prayer sings and in expostulation shuts waitn India stars R called cites & she must be i dancingdescending praying.Conspirativitatea d e s c o n s p i r ă r i i numelor scritorilor rom, postbeliciT title is in our native nahuatl.ro because no other language can express We have Buzura vs, Breban, Manolescu vs, Simion, Stănescu vs, Labiș,Sorescu vs, Ion Gheorghe, Preda vs, Lăncrănjan, Marin vs, Mușina,C+nescu vs, Martinovici, Ivănescu vs, Păunescu, Dimov vs, Brumaru, Rian vs, Robert Petrescu/Nicolae Szekely - Poetul m/Astrele interioare - din Hunedoara?, Komartin vs, Linda M Baros, Perpessicius vs, Blaga, Cromăhlinceanu vs, Kriterion, Nicu St. vs. Gyr, Dinescu vs, Cărtărescu, Doinaș vs, Un răsunet, Nedelciu, Groșan, T. Vianu vs, A. Toma, Bacovia vs, Arghezi, Radu Petrescu vs Costache Olăreanu, Patericul vs, ic px...The rising starShe is t rising star above t cardinal northA blue yellow golden shining silent starSinging in light and a memory of t sunA young star as big as a galaxy toneHere on the Earth we wait t star's LoveThe heaven now beautiful because of her.Kissing t sky, walking t riverto my Father ConstantinI kiss the sky sometimes& walk on the holy+riverLoved by t teen MoonI walk the river thinkingKissing the RevelationSheltered by t Giant Bear. iii,How I Knew I Need Publish Again Ideals are not wrongRotasoperatenetareposatorIdeal s are not wrongT blackred of t GotsThe Angel & t songT have & t havenotsI saw a man todayThe morning beautifulHe said to I I prayThe work is on t stool.Reading verticalsIn poetry get so caught up when read a poemI came to not realize I am reading ideogramsLike the runes or Latin numbers easyreadingI read the entire piece of poetry with wonderHow come the vertical poem does not tireT chinese read vertical characters nippons. Yellow Light
