Besenia Rodrigues 00

I kave finisked.

I was told Ske was a great autkor And ske is WOW.

Her story is True For many Mexicans Suck as myself.

But don't ask me

Wkat I mean Because I won't tell. I must sleep now.

Wkat am I doing? Lying in ked Trying to sleep, But I kave Run out of sleep time.

Now I just lay in ked Looking out tke window Wondering...(akout You) [feekng kke tke woman in tke Look]

I'm supposed To take anotker pill But He must Be so into tke TV

Tkat He forgot akout Tke one He kates

And ker medication.

Let Her suffer! Wky skould I kelp Her? Ske is not My Kind!!! Him kecause ke'll Make an excuse saying "I know tkat kut it isn't time yet."

Well I'll try to get some More rest Tkat's all I can do is rest

Yet Anotker Day, Morning Time Tke doctor skould come in sko rtly. Hopefully ske will Allow me to go kome.

I feel a lot ketter.

THANK GOD But at tke moment

I feel really Drained.

I need sleep, Sleep, witkout tke sickness Sleep.

I can kear tke kirds As I sit on tke steps Waiting for Maria To take me kome. I'M OUT!!!

Now tasks

Akead of me

To tackle' Catck up in studies, Putting up witk more Hims Recovering...

Tken I go kome Finally seeing You. I LOVE YOU!

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Dejame besar tus labios dorados, Que de tu fuente quiero beber. Y cuando no pueda ya del cansancio, Un vago rocio quiero ser.

Que tu mirada, cuya luz me ciega Y tu sonrisa, cuya voz me embriaga Y tu cuerpo, que aunque quiere se niega, Sean para mi una Jul ce balada.

Que el azul bronzeado de tu pelo Y el manantial fresco de tu mano Me rozen al pasar por mi pecbo, Me toquen, y me dejen mojados.

Que toque mi alma el cielo Y que el cielo se vista de rojo Como el rojo del mas profundo miedo Miedo de perderte en un espojo.

Dejame llenarme de ti.

Katrin A.Beinroth

No C omere

No comere del espeso Jul ce de tus labios (me imagino)

o de tus tiernos abrazos.

Ni un mordizco de tu piel clarita, ni un saborcito de tus lunares.

Tus rizos no alimentaran mis dedos ambrientos. (basta que tu no me quieras saborear a mi)

Ni una gotita de tu miel, que cae gota a gota (me apeteces) a gota... basta llenarme, embriagarme, (me apeteces) lentamente despertarme a un banquete de nuevos sabores, olores, roces magnificamente inigualables.

La cbispita de felicidad va subiendo, poco a poco.

Mis lab ios no buscaran los tuyos para besarlos, suaves, y firmes.

No pelare esa sonrisita. No saciare mi apetito con tu fruta. No saciare mi sed por ti.