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La manana de Abril es come sentir tus pasos
que no me dejan dormir y vivir sin ti
En Abril son los recuerdos, que pasamos juntos tu y yo
Que todavia los recuerdo con un gran intenso amor

El amor, el amo…

Eres mi bebe, eres mi amor, eres mi adoracion
Por los dias, de los dias, mi bebe eres tu

Eres mi bebe, eres my amor, eres mi adoracion
Por los diad, de los dias, mi bebe ares tu

hermana mia, que en este dia te vistes con colores de nina a mujer. Aunque no estoy cerca de ti, sierra tus bellos ojos y escucha me humilde puecilla. Que dios te vendiga siempre, y rezo para que…

Hermano mio
Que lejos estas de mi
Desiertos y mares entre tu y yo
Que poco hemos compartido nuestra infancia, adolescencia and madurez
Cosas de la vida, pues haci los quizo Dios
Pero nunca olvides que yo …

WHAT IS IT U HEAR?
WHAT IS YOUR ADDRESS?
WHAT IS IT SAID ABOUT?
WHAT IS YOUR ADDRESS?

WHAT DO I HEAR???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????
WTF DO U MEAN? !!!!!??!!!!!!!!!!!!???

if i listen, ..
if i listen……&#…

Here I am…I sit…now…..again…..so ALONE……within expectations…although so overcrowded with reality…here I am….now….again….
Here I amR…

Like the cup in which it boils
Of transparent wine
In sea breams bubbles
the generous spirit;

As anxious young sea
Which fills a new channel
Overflows, and by beaches
It moves and it dies calm;

As a ha…

It appears: it shines and when I have put
The verse image, I take the leaves
With fearful unction, as the believer
The rags he keeps whereupon he helps during Mass
Or if I write of love, so I imagine
T…

Father Balthasar was perplexed before his writing desk, in the scriptorium of the monastery. Hour after hour, he wanted to reproduce on the piece of vellum those illuminations that adorn his breviari…

It does not move me, my God, for to love you
The sky that you have promised me,
nor it moves me the Hell so greatly feared
Not to offend you
you move me, Lord; it moves me to see you
Nailed in a cross na…

The tremulous blazes, that the fire of the chimney dismissed, oscillated fantastically, on the walls of the hotel lodgings, the shade of the old gift from Alexander. Crumpled up this one in a armchai…

June 7, 2008

“Down with the Queen! Down with the monarchy!” kept repeating the crowd assembled in front of the palace. The Queen looked through the window horrified, an attempt had been made that mor…

In you I locked my hours of joy
and of bitter pain;
allow me at least that in your hours to leave you
My soul with my goodbye.
I go to an immense house in which they have said to me
That it is where life …

If in a portrait a heart could be sent,
Take my heart, and when you cry
Tears of pain, with them wet
The loyal copy of your hurting friend.

{This poem Marti wrote two months
Before he went to prison
To …

Look at me, mother, and for your love do not cry:
If slave of my age and my doctrines,
Your martyr heart I filled with thorns,
Think that between thorns flowers will be born.

Cuba unites us in foreign soil,
Birds of Cuba wish for our love:
Cuba is in your heart, Cuba is my sky
Cuba in your book my word will be written.

Sir, It has not yet fallen
the oak, chosen by you will suffer;
it even sounds by its fiber
broken the echo of the blow: still shakes and vibrates
Inside the trunk the steel, to the air the end:
Still by …