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Optimism February, 14

A date, a passing feeling, pain
unacceptable, February 14.
A consumer system, a compliment creeping
love left to die in flight.
I left on this date could not be otherwise.
left me with the sentence, returning gifts,
and walked away with the other to hold their charms.
A walk in the park, dinner con luz de velas,
a cantar rimas bonitas y soñar con las esquelas,
que hablan puras boberías del amor y sus riquezas
Una fecha ridícula, un sentimiento embustero,
una promesa rota, el catorce de febrero.
¿Qué culpa tenía yo, de no ser lo que esperabas?
¡Hay amor, cuánto dolor me causas!
Y más aún este día, en estas circunstancias...
Buscaré otro amor, una una nueva esperanza,
quizá haya algo para mi, otra alma solitaria.
Una fecha ridícula, un sentimiento traicionero,
una nueva ruta en mi vida, el catorce de febrero.



Jean Machuca

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Sigh

Nos together is just a sigh
the sun shines first in your eyes
evils are away from my body and yours
rise up the desire for a healthy, lasting
full of nonsense everyday
That sigh is eternal anxieties
delirium is a gentle coming out of your mouth
In mine there is no more oxygen
The plight of an entire life disappear
already is taking effect this deadly poison
Death is so beautiful ... Has a face like yours,
has hands so beautiful, as I have hurt
My eyes close and I'm still looking stunned
My peace and quiet is because now you are happy
death takes me, seduces me like you were doing
I go, baby, you can finally sleep.



Jean Machuca

Aishwarya Rai Boobs Showing

years go by and not see you grow,
sad passing day I enjoy
happiness and every one of them I wish I could give you a hug
up space in my view the cars
go Sometimes I imagine that in one go you. Avanza
people crossing the parks and squares
endless evenings befall children playing
Years pass but I do not want to believe
my They hide the bounties of life,
unable to give a gift to my seed.
can not deny what was never said
rain falls me on my
or wetted with thin mantle
Another one who enjoys my paternity
Another is the truth that your family tells you
Another is the owner of my misery cruelty
distant pass your mother's eyes grow
white land clearing around your photo
doubts are filled his eyes when looking at the dawn
years go by and time is running out for rebirth
are undone ties that bind us
is defoliate trees and not see you again
our time is running out
fading memories without starting flame to burn
my chances have just poderte
want to make you see your reflection in my eyes distant
spend years of knowledge
grandchildren grow the other subject
Joins the daughter of the family, except I know
hear a whisper and a song outside the
heard that talk about the adventures of a father and son.
Another father, another son, because I never have mine.



Jean Machuca