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I am a poet, where the cry not cries, where the tear are not cardboard. Where the soul rests so close to heart, where the eyes look more than they say not to see. I am a poet where the letters disclose, The feeling of every being that it exists near, far, in pain and that ephemeral happiness that surrounds our existence... ------------------------- Soy una poetiza, donde el grito no llora, donde las lágrima no son de cartón. Donde el alma reposa tan cerca de un corazón, Donde los ojos miran mas allá de lo que dicen no ver. Soy una poetiza donde las letras divulgan, el sentimiento de cada ser que existe cerca, lejos, en dolor y en esa felicidad efímera que rodea nuestra existencia.

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jueves, 10 de abril de 2014

Unknown voices

By Maileen Torres Rodriguez 

I must tell you
That I miss the voice 
Of your voice
The sound echo
that make the voice of your soul

I must tell you
That I miss the eyes 
The one  I see on my dreams 
They whisper...that come within  
the echo of your distend voice. 
I just need it to tell you
that I miss you.

No voice!
The echo voice of my soul
The soul that embrace my all
Oh where do you cover your eyes
soul of love.

My unknown love.
How can you find my soul?
Can you even see me? 
Between this broken morrow. 
If you ever care to fly

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