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Silence ..

I give you an immense gift
'll give you my silence

fact that intense look of mystery ..

Hear, hear
feel never heard ..
You'll see things never seen before .. You will experience chills
never tried ..

I feel under the skin
'll get to your heart
tiptoed
me not of your mind ..

you steal the soul
'll be joining you all the way ..
I'll do it with a game of silence
made of looks innocent
will give you the best of me ..

then you can take the best of you ..

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shared Sighs ..

lips brush against

while his hands gently

sides accompanying

each sinuous ..

The breaths mingle

in the magic of the senses

where every movement

not belong to that one ..

Sighs shared

to discover a gift

for each other

until night turns to dawn ..

lost and found

each other

today as yesterday

in love without time ..

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Com and ond to the sea

I breaks and RMI ll'infin ito your CuO King

to let you d ere qu ant'è great

feel my m ent for you ..

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Petite Graine ..

While away from his green room
It never ends in this hiding
carefully selected colors to dress slowly
Its petals heart
adjusted one to one
To make it a satin corset

Nearly
it a miracle that I feel ready
A sun
Who comes to light my planet

I have known that
fragile flowers until you see this twig
flowers that held no place
And passing without trace
With so movingly
It looks so different

Nearly
it a miracle that I feel ready
A sun
Who comes to warm my planet

Small seed lost in the universe
Who found a place on my land
It is prepared with so much love be born
being beautiful as the day

Nearly
I feel it's a miracle A sun that is about

Who comes to light my planet
Close d'elle ...

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From a tangle of streets ..

.. to a subject not to oc who open ..

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know,

there are people who are born to dream

and others to be a dream ..

I was born to

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and a tangle of streets ..

.. a kiss,

gushing smiles ....

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me ..

I miss you ..

see you in every ray of sun,

in every drop of dew,

you feel in the morning breeze

and the chirping of birds ..

I look around,

and you feel everywhere ..

're part of me,

as well as everything around me ..

you in small things every day ..

snort of coffee in

early in the morning,

the tinkling of the keys to the house

to return in the evening ..

I miss you ..

And then comes Monday

market day

and you're there too ..

air of lazy passers

in the smile of infants,

in the laughter of children ..

I miss you ..

I think about you all the time,

from dawn

dusk of the evening sky ..

come for the night,

I find you even in dreams,

and that's the only way I can viverti,

without fear, without worry. .

me you came in,

and there is no other way to get you out,

not to have you here with me ..

for this

I miss you ..

because it can not have you in my days,

I can not see, neither hold, nor does it hold you ..

so I hold you close in my dreams, almost trapped,

with the possibility of love,

no longer in silence ..

I miss you ..

....

Edelgard Motschwiller

Playing with words ..

.. We are dreamers, poets, jugglers,

clown masks and makeup,

then ordinary men, lost between tomorrow and yesterday,

between piles of words and rhymes that make you dream,

they cry, they think.

We write for our pleasure,

is our desire to communicate,

often denounce, trying to understand.

For those who want to follow,

will play with words,

secrets, sins, dreams invented

wishes come true and no,

How High concepts, passions controlled

and a series of lies, for the more forgetful.

The desire is that we want in,

not it may contain,

we not capricious, sometimes, or eternal children,

but our pun

is a need to feel close ..

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dance ..

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Separation Anxiety More Condition_symptoms

Normal ..

E 'this aspect that most comforts you,

be considered normal by other

and then by yourself. .

But who tells you that normal

is not the one who comes from the fees

of what we call Reality

you and the Mad

that remains trapped

in a pre-established reality ..?

not rejoice ..

.. maybe you're all wrong ..

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mirror dreams ..

'It is true, believe me it happened

at night on a bridge

watched the dark water with

the burning desire

a dip down.

Suddenly someone behind me

perhaps an angel dressed as a passer

took me away and said so .. "

.. wonderful ..

the kiss that never was, never was born,

imagined that kiss, awaited dream ..

kiss that never arrived,

addressed in the region of skin,

that turns cheek in lip ..

kiss that soft, sweet, sweet ..

that stolen kiss in the silence of the night,

or in the colors of an image ..

red, yellow, and a hint of green ..

under a tree waiting for you, dreamy

full of fremore

trembling at the very thought

that you can emerge from nowhere

and I see no

pursuant to let me go ..

that's what happens,

.. wonderful ..

you are my inspiration,

poetry, that candor ..

are what you always dream

what we have been trying,

but I'll never know ..

an artist, a true

man of many facets ..

poet, writer and maybe a little storyteller,

a minstrel of the past ..

comes from fairy tales,

popped out of a hat, bring the magic

that enchant young and old ..

but tell me, wonderful,

What makes you so special?

think, think ..

a child, Peter Pan and his Tinkerbell,

were flying my imagination ..

now, only you make me feel so,

light, serene, up there among the stars ..

sweet dreams, and rocked, the enchantment of the night ..

thoughts, memories ..

know who you are, but do not know you,

you feel something different ..

probably mirror what most want,

art in my day, and in my dreams ..

.. wonderful ..

.. new current born from a digression shared ..

.. wonderful ..