Perfil de The blog Maura
Datos de tu blog
- Contenido
- The blog Maura
- Temas y etiquetas
- love poems Salomón Borrasca
- Autor
- Maura de Lopera
- URL
- http://maura.obolog.com
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The poet misterioso salomon borrasca
por Maura de Lopera | hace 3 años | 2 comentariosTHE POET MISTERIOSO Borrasca SOLOMON Taken from the daily El Mundo "Latin America has had great poets, but none so intriguing and contradictory as Salomon Borrasca, who never achieved the literary criticism has done a profile, sometimes very romantic poems shows and other erotic stories that...
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love poems
por Maura de Lopera | hace 3 años | 1 comentarioWhen it no longer loves me When I no longer want and forget your hurt I am back and cool as cold blanket I care what the perfume that comes in the afternoon. or let me remind you that in my empty bed. When I no longer wants me life, I care what the summer of heron flying, that if it rains at...
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love poems
por Maura de Lopera | hace 3 años | 2 comentariosBEFORE YOUR Volvo Today, after so long come to play my door it's raining on the street, crying to discover, in trying to give me a kiss in my skin a little dry that after waiting so I learned to live without you. Olvidarte was not easy te busqué suffering with in the leaves of my diary...
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love poems
por Maura de Lopera | hace 3 años | 1 comentariothat love yours I ask that you forget daily which I consider a friend, I love to say that nobody dies and I'm for being you. Not again request that you forget it is so delicious your contempt Offensive letters that I write made me love you until the bones. Salomon Borrasca
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love poems Salomón Borrasca
por Maura de Lopera | hace 3 años | 2 comentariosSMELL OF absence I'm afraid that one day at bedtime receive your presence at my side, that the phrases you say to mime I do not feel empty bedroom. If just the charm of your laughter that every morning I awake, I do not know love, how I face the inevitable torment your absence. Salomon Borrasca
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Love Poemas Salomon Borrasca
por Maura de Lopera | hace 3 años | 1 comentarioParties without me When it's time to love my marcharte forever kill my illusion of living there will be no hot whom these arms so cold that one day receive encouragement from you. When the time comes, this bitter moment not see the spark that inspired the love Murmur not call for anything until...
