Pokemon Silver For Macs

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 ..