SOUL OF SEAGULL
you look for in my
gull soul
you who bare all
emotions of your heart
Go back to your ocean
gull soul
faint shadows under
a sea of verses
anxious sigh
whispers of the sea
like a song
gull soul
so glad you play
with wet waves
revoloteand you, baby
flying high away
air, sparkling beaches
want it to be yours
Tues sublime that sea ...
and they, waves as rebels
gull soul ...
mermaids singing
silver seas ...
view the landscape
! as you tick!
and the immensity
! and these shells!
gull soul
sweet dreamer
crystal soul ...
author
Sonia Herrera Hurtado
lunes, 30 de abril de 2012
domingo, 22 de abril de 2012
miércoles, 18 de abril de 2012
ETHEREAL SOUL
ETHEREAL SOUL
are substance
that rises huge,
in all its splendor
intangible ...
capable of the noblest
feelings
soul
author
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO
are substance
that rises huge,
in all its splendor
intangible ...
capable of the noblest
feelings
soul
author
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO
martes, 17 de abril de 2012
I AM THE POEM
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I AM THE POEM
I am the poem
I hope alive with sound indefinitely
I am the flight of the word injury, or
the flight of the dove ...
Butterfly flapping wings of a thousand dreams
I am the history being written every day, or
not yet been written ... with sweet words,
hard or bittersweet
I have freedom where your dream will not rest
thousand mockingbirds singing inspired awakening
eternal muse in'' poetry''
I jealously guards the pearl in the chest
your memories, I am the voice of silence
and sound of a thousand lips that express their feelings
through my ...
-poem-
written in ink of the newspaper
happen ...
I am the smile of a child,
the cry of a mother seeing her son leave,
faded eyes of the father, the innocent laughter of a baby
swift flight of an angel, you feel the flow of
'' that'' I'm living in the region of your unconscious
I am the green grass, blue sky, the starry night
the silvery moon ...
the scent of flowers, the sadness in your eyes
loud sound from your lips red,
the warmth in the caress of the sun
I am source of living water
I'm just ...
'' Poetry''
AUTHOR
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO
I AM THE POEM
I am the poem
I hope alive with sound indefinitely
I am the flight of the word injury, or
the flight of the dove ...
Butterfly flapping wings of a thousand dreams
I am the history being written every day, or
not yet been written ... with sweet words,
hard or bittersweet
I have freedom where your dream will not rest
thousand mockingbirds singing inspired awakening
eternal muse in'' poetry''
I jealously guards the pearl in the chest
your memories, I am the voice of silence
and sound of a thousand lips that express their feelings
through my ...
-poem-
written in ink of the newspaper
happen ...
I am the smile of a child,
the cry of a mother seeing her son leave,
faded eyes of the father, the innocent laughter of a baby
swift flight of an angel, you feel the flow of
'' that'' I'm living in the region of your unconscious
I am the green grass, blue sky, the starry night
the silvery moon ...
the scent of flowers, the sadness in your eyes
loud sound from your lips red,
the warmth in the caress of the sun
I am source of living water
I'm just ...
'' Poetry''
AUTHOR
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO
I SHARE ,THIS LETTER AND MELODY
I share this letter and melody
WAYS OF FEELING
http://www.foroshoshan.com/viewtopic.php?t=32676
WAYS OF FEELING
ways of feeling
I have twitter on my chest
on top, on top of your ears
and drums on the edge of your senses
softly ...
because I see with the eyes of the soul,
because I feel with the touch of your heart,
because I listen to the beats flying excited
because I'm creating that splendidly forged,
with love ...
because I can kiss you as my wings are painted
which splendid butterfly
and space where no matter how long
we are so united
AUTHOR
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO
www.safecreative.org
WAYS OF FEELING
http://www.foroshoshan.com/viewtopic.php?t=32676
WAYS OF FEELING
ways of feeling
I have twitter on my chest
on top, on top of your ears
and drums on the edge of your senses
softly ...
because I see with the eyes of the soul,
because I feel with the touch of your heart,
because I listen to the beats flying excited
because I'm creating that splendidly forged,
with love ...
because I can kiss you as my wings are painted
which splendid butterfly
and space where no matter how long
we are so united
AUTHOR
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO
www.safecreative.org
BE YOUR LOVE
BE YOUR LOVER
You can not avoid
for more you try
because you are so sensitive to my touch
that leave my mark as present
because I want so much ...
And I am blaze in your body
your wounded groan as constant
your dream, your poetry, your eternal lover
I'm your sea siren so brave
that liquid water to your bed ...
You can not avoid
for I am your victory in combat,
eternity to you, twilight constant
foam, said, honey, I'm your delight
your imagination ... you timid sigh
Am and will always
your pleasure as banned, so vehement
warm your will, your unusual caress, your desire
your wife, your lover ... always
You can not help it .. as I am
! I'm what you want!
AUTHOR
SONIA HERRERA
You can not avoid
for more you try
because you are so sensitive to my touch
that leave my mark as present
because I want so much ...
And I am blaze in your body
your wounded groan as constant
your dream, your poetry, your eternal lover
I'm your sea siren so brave
that liquid water to your bed ...
You can not avoid
for I am your victory in combat,
eternity to you, twilight constant
foam, said, honey, I'm your delight
your imagination ... you timid sigh
Am and will always
your pleasure as banned, so vehement
warm your will, your unusual caress, your desire
your wife, your lover ... always
You can not help it .. as I am
! I'm what you want!
AUTHOR
SONIA HERRERA
www.safecreative.org
FOREVER IN OUR BLOOD THIRST ...
FOREVER IN OUR BLOOD THIRST...
Now my silence ...
while pointing to a
does not exist,
pointing to the sky
ephemeral ..
That is broken,
again waves will kiss
of the sea ... my sea
that provokes me,
! live the darkness
night of your eyes!
There is the distance
or absence
whether to look at you
just close my eyes,
not only is your skin,
Not only is my skin ..
-is there-
Lips of the air,
parked
the thirst of our blood .... ...
time and eternity
because the time
-there-
The wind blows a word
enigmatic,
and their language is now ...
daughter of love ...
AUTHOR
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO www.safecreative.org
NO, NOT ME
NO, NOT ME
No, not me ..
I say
I am not now,
Everything tastes different
different
road and go without feeling
my steps ...
I like floating,
and both
as unrealistic,
Even I, not finished
to assimilate
realize how hard it is
when everything ends,
when in spite
efforts
not get anywhere ...
When had it all
so ready
and the opportunity to finish
leave, out the window ...
is there, right there
you realize,
feel hurt and pain
when times are not
for that love ...
No, not me
I say
I am not now
I know all different
everything is distant
-different-
No, not me
I say ...
AUTHOR
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO
I say
I am not now,
Everything tastes different
different
road and go without feeling
my steps ...
I like floating,
and both
as unrealistic,
Even I, not finished
to assimilate
realize how hard it is
when everything ends,
when in spite
efforts
not get anywhere ...
When had it all
so ready
and the opportunity to finish
leave, out the window ...
is there, right there
you realize,
feel hurt and pain
when times are not
for that love ...
No, not me
I say
I am not now
I know all different
everything is distant
-different-
No, not me
I say ...
AUTHOR
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO
CROW'S DREAM ..
CROW'S DREAM ..
Bird What we cover the black night
comes and is dressed in ***,
and wills are ..
-Under the shadows here, half,
when the borders are not as real ...
not, rain and be devouring the dream ..
Raven Mysteries were already written,
harsh wilderness and suddenly ...
The twilight announces that thirst.,
Becomes melody of time ... ...
and even with its menat to neck ...
over, the dream of crow ..
Author
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO
Bird What we cover the black night
comes and is dressed in ***,
and wills are ..
-Under the shadows here, half,
when the borders are not as real ...
not, rain and be devouring the dream ..
Raven Mysteries were already written,
harsh wilderness and suddenly ...
The twilight announces that thirst.,
Becomes melody of time ... ...
and even with its menat to neck ...
over, the dream of crow ..
Author
SONIA HERRERA HURTADO
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