A keresés eredménye oldal 5

Reiko

Reiko slim waist​ funky girl
Reiko stature perfectly suitable
Lean on style, felt upset and cried that time
Short temper lady that can't calm down
 
Reiko　nice curious sexy girl
Understand my feelings
As you can see, I keep chasing passion
I'm still holding the image from time's love painting ​
 
Reiko my love make up your mind
For all the other lovers this is being boring
 
To a man is given a woman to protect
A woman becomes a fish in the a man' sea
 
Reiko, slim waist​ funky girl
I can't replace Reiko's kisses with others kisses
Reiko I want to touch you in love style
I want to hear your blue's voice that nobody knows
I'm still holding the image from the distant window painting
 
I can't I can't All of you I can't I can't
I can't I can't All of you I can't I can't
 
A man looks for a dream in a woman's sea
A woman looks for protection in a man's love
To a man is given a woman to protect
A woman becomes a fish in a man's sea
 
A man looks for a dream in a woman's sea
A woman looks for protection in a man's love
To a man is given a woman to protect
A woman becomes a fish in a man's sea..
 

In the Middle of the Road

In the
middle of the road there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
there was a stone
in the middle of the road there was a stone.
Never shall I forget of this happening
in the life of my retinas so exhausted.
Never shall I forget that in the middle of the road
there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
in the middle of the road there was a stone.
 

Sonnet of Lost Hope

I lost the tram and hope.
I return pale to my house.
The road is useless and no car
passes over my body.
 
I will rise the slow slope
in which the roads base themselves.
All of them lead to the
beginning of the drama and of the flora.
 
I don't know if I am suffering
or if it is someone who entertains themself1
why not? in the sparse night
 
with an insoluble piccolo.
However it makes a lot of time
that we last screamed: yes! to the eternity.
 

• 1. I understand that this is incorrect grammatically and it kind of hurts me to see this . . . especially in a poem but I see no other viable option to preserve the original meaning. The good news is that this is how humans will speak English officially in the future so I'm a bit ahead of schedule . . .

Poem of Seven Faces

When I was born, a twisted angel
one of those that lives in the shadows
said: Go, Carlos! be a misfit in life.
 
The houses watch the men
that run behind the women
The evening maybe was blue,
there weren't so many desires.
 
The tram passes full of legs:
white black yellow legs.
Why so many legs, my God, asks my heart.
Yet my eyes
ask nothing.
 
The man behind the mustache
is serious, simple and strong.
He barely speaks.
There are few, rare friends
the man behind the spectacles and the mustache.
 
My God, why have You abandoned me?
if You knew that I was not God,
if You knew that I was weak.
 
World world vast world
if my name was Harold
it would be a rhyme, it wouldn't be a solution.
World world vast world,
more vast is my heart.
 
I shouldn't have told you
but this Moon
but this cognac
put people crazy like the Devil.
 

What can a creation do but

What can a creation do but
among other creations, love?
to love and to forget,
to love and to love badly,
to love, to fall out of love, to love?
always, and even with glazed eyes, love?
 

The different road

On my road they are cutting down trees
setting down rails
building houses.
 
My road awoke changed.
The neighbors don't accustom to it.
They don't know that life
has those brutal demands.
 
Only my daughter enjoys the spectacle
and amuses herself with the scaffolding,
the light of the autogenous welding
and the cement running over the shapes.
 

Death of the Milkman

There is little milk in the country,
it is necessary to deliver it early.
There is a lot of thirst in the country,
it is necessary to deliver it early.
There is in the country a saying,
that a robber should be killed with a gunshot.
Therefore the young man who is the morning
milkman with his pail
goes out running and distributing
good milk to bad people.
His pail, his bottles
and his rubber shoes
go on saying to the men in sleep
that someone woke up extra early
and came from the farthest suburb
to bring the coldest
and whitest milk from the best cow
so that all would prevail
in the tough struggle of the city.
 
In his hand the white bottle
doesn't have time to say
the things that I attribute it
and the young naïf milkman,
living in the Rua Namur,
employed in the warehouse,
with 21 years of age,
who knows there what might be impulse
of human comprehension.
And now that he has haste, the body
goes leaving the edge of the houses
merely one merchandise.
 
And like how the door of depths
I also hid people
that aspire for a little bit of milk
available in our time,
let us advance through that alleyway,
let us speed through the corridor,
let us deposit the liter . . .
Without making a rustle, it is clear,
that the rustle doesn't resolve anything.
 
My milkman so subtle
and light of gait,
glides before he marches.
It is true that some sound
is always made: mistaken step,
flower vase in the road,
dog barking by principle,
or a quizzical cat.
And there is always someone who wakes up,
grumbles and returns to sleep.
 
But this man woke up in panic
(robbers infest the neighborhood),
He didn't want to know of anything else.
The revolver from the drawer leapt into his hand.
Robber? shoot him.
The morning shots
annihilate my milkman.
Whether he was fiancé, whether he was virgin,
whether he was joyful, whether he was good,
I don't know,
it's too late to know.
 
But the man lost the sleep
of everything, and flees to the road.
My God, I've killed an innocent man.
Bullet that kills thief
also serves to steal
the life of our brother.
Whosoever wishes may call the doctor,
the police doesn't put a hand
on this son of my father.
The property is saved.
The general night proceeds,
the morning costs to arrive,
but the staked
milkman, in the open,
lost the haste he had.
 
From the shattered bottle,
on the already serene brick
spills something thick
that is milk, blood . . . I don't know.
From between confused objects,
badly redeemed by the night,
two colors seek out one another,
softly they touch each other,
lovingly they enlace each other,
forming a third tone
which we call dawn.
 

Steal you

Yatra Yatra
 
It's been so many years passed without saying I love you , and in fact I love you
But I'll find ways of fooling my heart
 
It's been so many years passed without stealing a kiss from you
 
I Just want a kiss and for that mouth I don't care to be a thief
 
It can't be that I haven't yet found the words
And on that night I didn't say anything
 
It can't be that in a second I lost myself in your eyes
Even though inside I was screaming at you
 
Let me steal you a kiss that reaches me to the soul
Like a vallenato of those oldies that we liked
I know you feel butterflies, I also felt their wings
Let me steal you a kiss that falls in love with you and you don't go
 
Let me steal you a kiss that reaches to my soul
Like a vallenato of those oldies that we used to like
I know you feel butterflies, I also felt their wings
Let me steal you a kiss that falls in love with you and you don't go
 
Let me steal your heart
Let me write you a song
Let them because with a kiss we get lost the two of us
 
Let me steal your heart
Let me upload this song
[ De: http://www.dicelacancion.com/letra-robarte-un-beso-carlos-vives ]
So that we dance together like no body did
 
Let me steal you a kiss that reaches to my soul
Like a vallenato of those oldies that we used to like
 
I know you feel butterflies, I also felt their wings
Let me steal you a kiss that falls in love with you and you don't go
 
I know that you like it when I sing to you so
that you get serous but I will make you laugh
I know you love me ,,, why you are like this
And when we're together I don't know what to say
I know you like it when I sing to you so
That you get serious but I will make you laugh
I know you love me ...why you are like this
When we're together I don't know what to say
 
Let me steal you a kiss that reaches to my soul
Like a vallenato of those oldies that we used to like
I know you feel butterflies
I know you feel butterflies, I also felt their wings
I also felt their wings
Let me steal you a kiss that falls in love with you and you don't go
 
Let me steal you a kiss that reaches to my soul
Like a fallen to of those oldies that we used to like
I know you feel butterflies, I also felt their wings
 
Let me steal you a kiss that falls in love with you
And you don't go
 

Let It last

let It last
 
How about dancing
With me you fall In love
And after a couple of sups
I land In your mouth ( the king )
 
How about dancing
Let's take off our clothes
And If this rhythm plays for you
We'll forget the hour
 
And let It last let it last
Let It sweat let it sweat
No doubt no doubt
That to my house you move In
Let It last, let it last
 
You came from nothing
You stole my sight
And If I didn't know you
In your mind I already knew
That the night guides you
That you'll be mine
Let yourself go and don't laugh
 
If you try It you'll love It
If you stick around you'll love It more
If this rhythm plays
We'll forget the hour
 
How about dancing
Let's take off our clothes
And If this rhythm plays for you
We'll forget the hour
 
And let It last let it last
Let It sweat let it sweat
No doubt no doubt
That to my house you move In
 
And let It last let it last
Let It sweat let it sweat
No doubt no doubt
That to my house you move In
Let It last, let it last
 
You know I'm not going to quit
On your hip to dance I'm going to stay
When you decide to confess to me
It'll be a matter of time
 
You'll see that If you try It you'll love It more
If you stick around you'll love It more
And If this rhythm plays
We'll forget the hour
 
If you try It you'll love It
If you stick around you'll love It more
If this rhythm plays
We'll forget the hour
 
And let It last let it last
Let It sweat let it sweat
No doubt no doubt
That to my house you move In
 
And let It last let it last
Let It sweat let it sweat
No doubt no doubt
That to my house you move In
Let It last, let it last
 
I oh'
I don't want the whole night to pass
It's over
Let's put an end to this wait
 
The king
 
And let It last let it last
Let It sweat let it sweat
No doubt no doubt
That to my house you move In
 
And let It last let it last
Let It sweat let it sweat
No doubt no doubt
That to my house you move In
Let It last, let it last
 
Jen
simple
This is a classy street
It was time
Hey
let's throw It a candel
So that It moves
Little cuban and the Puerto Rican
Don
Jen
 
they can Interest you