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Ciegos Al Amor : blind to the Love. Notify me. Description Cuando pueda verla, seguira deseandola? El multimillonario Cesare Brunelli habia perdido la vista al rescatar a una nina de un coche en llamas y la unica persona que lo trataba sin compasion alguna era la mujer con la que habia disfrutado de una noche de pasion. Pero se quedo embarazada!
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Y eso provoco la unica reaccion que Samantha no esperaba: una proposicion de matrimonio. Y cuando Cesare recupero la vista, Sam penso que cambiaria a su diminuta y pelirroja esposa por una de las altas e impresionantes rubias con las que solia salir. Normal People Sally Rooney. Add to basket. The Sun Sister Lucinda Riley. Christmas Shopaholic Sophie Kinsella. Snow Falling Jane Gloriana Villanueva. The Giver of Stars Jojo Moyes.
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This poem was published in World Poetry.
Author and edited by Prof. Kim Young Sam. Literature and Ethics. Chungbuk National University. Cheongju, Korea. In the World poetry Research Institute. The triangle becomes scalene And the three sides are dissimilar Man lives in a circumference Therefore, he cannot understand The triangles very well.
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Only few words can tell you The intellectual connection In the silence, right now, time does not exist With our eyes closed We see only the beauty Hope is on this side of the river The flowering branch, in all its beauty Is speaking of its feelings We only need Those words to be felt. Julie, I personally think you are a great writer. You have your own way ofexpresing your thoughts and feelings about things. I can see where you are coming from in this poem as only we wished happyness would last.
But when we have it we should take advantage of it. We also need to take notice of the beauty of nature surrounding us, not just think its just a paralized object. See what is behind most situations if a better moral messege. I might be wrong, but we all have our individual ways of seeing poems. If we where to think the same life would be boring, no topics to have different opinions on. No curiosity towards opinions, not belonnging to ours. Hugs and kisses dearest Julie. Love Rebeka.
July 8, I am a radiance bird A flower tree with veins to be all set… I come from the star I was looking for a human: Woman, men, man, woman… Do you know where are they? I am a track footprint From mankind And you? Yes And he? Why did you change your face?
Because I like to cover and to keep The light from your star. Everything changes in her head Thoughts, images, words, colours… The hat covers the wind The wind sings inside the hat Her face transforms illusions Her glance calms the time Her lips are closed and quiet It is the moment of wearing secrets As is the secret of the bird Inside de tree… The nest is the cradle of thoughts The woman watch the world, The space, the stars, the flowers And flies the ideas Saved in the classic stylus hat The woman dreams and loves With her pleasant identity.
Mirrors, bubblers, peace Tonight there are no stars Only a human moon Going around in my dreams And you are in the centre Painting lights from my heart Tears, smiles, the grass is wet Against our bare feet And it is not even raining Our hands express the movement We are playing with the sunrise We are changing the world We create a carefree circle Love exists! Flower is a word that Nature does not say. A silent man writes of flowers in the thoughts of his hidden intimacy. Only de wind knows the secrets of a burgeoning world.
Only the wind is losing blossoms on a journey of silence. Only the wind knows the seeds that one day will break the fear, of each man So he may find his own flower. Because I awake everyday And I am a daughter of time I feel the light growing Like a white tongue Speaking to my senses. I feel the quiet beat of the tree Between the savage hands of the earth Giving its force and tenderness. I feel the beating sun in my eyes, And love in the endless lips Of a happiness interminable and fragile.
Because I awake everyday I am going slowly Behind the steps of the sun Toward the west. The tongue is the mill Where the truth is broken.