The heart is a theater without spectacle, if there is no the providence of Love! The Man of thought, is carrying the vituperation of self-renunciation! The Man of thoughts, bears the reproach of renouncing himself! The Man of thoughts resigned, and resumed his faith in an extemporeous lapse of temporal doubt! The Angels continue to make and embroider a wedding dress with tears and diamonds of freedom verses! The Poet's heart is in an acute prolapse, because of the Muse, the enamored verses, the madrigal of the autumn moon! A woman's body is a romance of unforgettable kisses, electrifying chapters of breathtaking adrenaline, paradisiacal locations that are not on geography maps; paragraphs that reveal angles and curves of deep reflection, pages of action verses, and suspense from beginning to end, with a happy ending; and the silky, seductive sensuality of nudity, at the height of the remarkable effervescence, of the sensations of the senses! The female organ of the flower, the poetic gynoecium , blooms dazzlingly, in the magnificent garden of the sun of the seasons of love! The perfect perfume is a feminine trait! The perfect fragrance is a woman's skin! The perfect aroma is the lines of the woman's body frame! When the musical notes became poems, and the poems turned into wonderful musical chords, in the fascinating concert of the virtuous violinist, who danced superbly with the blue bow over the strings of the country of musical notes of the golden violin of inspiration! The flare of fire, from the poetry verses, has the medicinal effect! The Love has no limits in the stanzas of faith! The Love is the art of giving yourself for the benefit of others, without expecting retribution! The point is not to be more or less; the point is to make the most happen on the good side of things, and the least happen on the bad side of things! The Love is the ideal tuning fork of the out of tune instruments of attitudes! The Verses of Love will never profane and violate the purity of the soul and the integrity of the heart! The dynasty of love has no end, in the royal line of faith! The Poet cries, in the harvest of tears, for the love he feels, truly for someone; yet without reciprocity! The Love cries in the harvest of tears, for the poet's ingratitude to never recognize his love! The paper sea pirate is pillaging and looting the treasure that is not yours! If the law of poetic gravity were suppressed, there would be no more fallen poets, in the verses of the poetry verses! The Poetry is the sapolium-radium for floor of the house of the soul, and the backyard of the heart! The Man of Poetry, walks simultaneously, in the three-dimensional time tunnel, past, present and future; in the fictional omnipresence: Like the host of the quadrangular master key - past, The star fisherman - present, and the Man of Words - future, looking into the mirror of the oblong box of pseudonyms! The ultimate and posthumous verses is an illusion of the ignoble servant of darkness! The Diva is masked at night, dressed with the provocation of the nymphs that eat mandrakes, riding the virgin panther, with eyes of moonlight, handling the whip of exhortation! The Blue Cinderella is playing a transverse flute, in the symphonic orchestra, of the Spring Theater, of the golden musical notes of Love!@@@zzz
The heart is a theater without spectacle, if there is no the providence of Love! The Man of thought, is carrying the vituperation of self-renunciation! The Man of thoughts, bears the reproach of renouncing himself! The Man of thoughts resigned, and resumed his faith in an extemporeous lapse of temporal doubt! The Angels continue to make and embroider a wedding dress with tears and diamonds of freedom verses! The Poet's heart is in an acute prolapse, because of the Muse, the enamored verses, the madrigal of the autumn moon! A woman's body is a romance of unforgettable kisses, electrifying chapters of breathtaking adrenaline, paradisiacal locations that are not on geography maps; paragraphs that reveal angles and curves of deep reflection, pages of action verses, and suspense from beginning to end, with a happy ending; and the silky, seductive sensuality of nudity, at the height of the remarkable effervescence, of the sensations of the senses! The female organ of the flower, the poetic gynoecium , blooms dazzlingly, in the magnificent garden of the sun of the seasons of love! The perfect perfume is a feminine trait! The perfect fragrance is a woman's skin! The perfect aroma is the lines of the woman's body frame! When the musical notes became poems, and the poems turned into wonderful musical chords, in the fascinating concert of the virtuous violinist, who danced superbly with the blue bow over the strings of the country of musical notes of the golden violin of inspiration! The flare of fire, from the poetry verses, has the medicinal effect! The Love has no limits in the stanzas of faith! The Love is the art of giving yourself for the benefit of others, without expecting retribution! The point is not to be more or less; the point is to make the most happen on the good side of things, and the least happen on the bad side of things! The Love is the ideal tuning fork of the out of tune instruments of attitudes! The Verses of Love will never profane and violate the purity of the soul and the integrity of the heart! The dynasty of love has no end, in the royal line of faith! The Poet cries, in the harvest of tears, for the love he feels, truly for someone; yet without reciprocity! The Love cries in the harvest of tears, for the poet's ingratitude to never recognize his love! The paper sea pirate is pillaging and looting the treasure that is not yours! If the law of poetic gravity were suppressed, there would be no more fallen poets, in the verses of the poetry verses! The Poetry is the sapolium-radium for floor of the house of the soul, and the backyard of the heart! The Man of Poetry, walks simultaneously, in the three-dimensional time tunnel, past, present and future; in the fictional omnipresence: Like the host of the quadrangular master key - past, The star fisherman - present, and the Man of Words - future, looking into the mirror of the oblong box of pseudonyms! The ultimate and posthumous verses is an illusion of the ignoble servant of darkness! The Diva is masked at night, dressed with the provocation of the nymphs that eat mandrakes, riding the virgin panther, with eyes of moonlight, handling the whip of exhortation! The Blue Cinderella is playing a transverse flute, in the symphonic orchestra, of the Spring Theater, of the golden musical notes of Love!@@@zzz