terça-feira, 9 de julho de 2013

you piece of me




Because I wrote to you the most beautiful verses.
Was it because your smile delights me
Was it because his kisses hasa taste of honey
Was it because your looking bewitches me.
Why I wrote the most beautiful verses for you
Was it because a night of love for us was little
Was it because every moment we spent took me to heaven
Each letter is an ounce of my emotion, every word a piece of my heart, and every sentence all that would live side by side.
We are so distant, yet so next I can feel the beating of your heart.

I can feel your breath and listen to your soul saying he loves,
and every minute that we have joined more distant soul.
We were two bodies and two hearts now are me, you are nothing.

If nostalgia is the punishment of the lovers, the return is a gift for anyone who loves.
To love is to suffer far m double
But how good loves
You are the most beautiful woman of the universe
You Fairy impossible dream
You are the angel that comes in the early morning of months make the most beautiful dreams.
You girl, woman
you piece of me

                                    Paul X brow

domingo, 7 de julho de 2013

The love and the four seasons




A cold winter morning he says he loves me.
The cold of winter can warm every heart in the world.
Nothing made ​​sense to me, I could hear my heart beating fast when you see the image of angelic being.
I realized I was in love when I felt that emotion was more than reason
My vision became blind, my line went dead, my mouth dry and my senses were no longer normal.
It would be possible to a woman so beautiful and so special to love someone who could offer nothing except the body and soul for her.
On an autumn afternoon she said she loves me.
But the change of season makes hearts become more sensitive
I think I'll live another minute of this glory, my soul no longer responds, looks like I'm running away from my body.
It would just be a dream of a madman or would just love the thrill of being loved by a goddess venus.

In an afternoon blossom spring she says she loves me.
But spring is all hearts become prone to love
the beauty of flowers is like a postcard to anyone who loves and one more time to question my reason is she the goddess of dreams of any mortal was my real
One summer night she says she loves me.


The sun and its heat does not shine as much as the look of my beloved
At this time my reason to question my emotion, will be that she loves me or is it just a love of stations


think that women are beings from another planet.






The woman, the mistress of our destiny for a few minutes I come to think that women are beings from another planet.
The woman bleeds every month, the woman is able to generate a life, a woman is able to die to save those she loves.
The woman dreams when reality takes every possibility of living one single dream.

The woman is fairy wish-fulfilling
The woman is goddess able to help you in difficult times
The woman is the queen of a kingdom of her own
The woman speaks without uttering a single word
The woman wants without wanting.
The woman is dreaming.
The woman is smiling
The woman makes love
My doubt is who or where they came from women who are as utopian, emblematic, complex and higher.

It is not love, can not love me who makes me cry

It is not love, can not love me who makes me cry, can not love me does not see in the picture of


eternal love.
Love can not be something that makes you suffer, who said to be love has to have tears of pain does not know love.
Today I made sure to stop loving you, I can not lie it will hurt my soul, my mind will explode with much to think about but you can not live a love that makes you suffer.
Every step I take farther you'll have more chances to find someone who loves me as I deserve.
Every tear that I leave the path, left a trail of my story and the time lost for loving you too much.
Today I feel like a free bird in search of myself chunks of my time that I've been by his side made ​​sure to steal.
I can not love me if I do not give value, I can not get the value alongside someone who had no love for me.
I write my story with drops of tears, but sure I'll love and be loved by someone who deserves the greatest love the world.
A whirlwind of feelings, a hurricane of emotions so am I, waiting for a new and great love