Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Wedding Card For Fiance



miss when we were loving
so long ago ...!
Your eyes sparkled when I looked
Your ears were attentive to my words
and I smiled when I spoke
But today only think of yourself, and I in my
Now, when you're me, you want to get away Instead of dreaming
together In the dim moonlight
You just want to be away from here,
and I encourage you to let me see you suffer
miss when we were loving
been too long!
The sun now shines with other cravings
new songs with beautiful praise
I do not like those ...
you say that like all miss

see you smile I miss your fingers touching my face and lips
saying ... the word "happy"
and saying I love you still think of you.



Jean Machuca

Sunday, August 8, 2010

How To Take Care Of A Lawn

still miss you Celebration

the birthday hat
A new year in rags
A lot of sleepless
greetings Endless

disappointments stale Old fears are gone
The old adventures spent
brides before
loved me The love that ultimately left

The feast put together by the
They enjoy friends in the old table
She whispers in his ear

I
stripped of my weaknesses I approached with my coats
I boasted of my skill



Jean Machuca

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Wiersze Dla Mojego Mężczyzny



I tell you a secret today

killed my illusions I'm lost in my passions and I finished battered


want you to know my secret

today I burned my emotions out of the darkest corners of the desert


Where were my choices?
"Where did my regret?
Who will fill my room,
if you no longer care? It's true.

I must confess, I do
deciphered today I cast my fears

pain that caused my torment

found my pleasure What sinister! Sweeten my dawn
What modest!
wrote in a paper-sincere-
What I understood my love ... so what?

Let me tell you my secret now I got

flavors I tasted his lips, smells
they have stolen my breath

This is my secret, I confess
now rested in their work

I melted my grudges with the sweat of his affection

You just do not care about you in effect.
For cruel as it sounds, I do not regret your absence
or not your fault, is a fact,
her I love her, and I despise you.



Jean Machuca