Horas...

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Hoy no quiero ser persona
Hoy no quiero haber nacido
Hoy me quedo contigo
Aunque mueran las horas.

Este día no ha llegado
Este fin no esta maduro
Estos brazos son más tiernos
Ahora que conozco su brillo.

Estos labios no están muertos
Esta cara hoy no busca detalles
Este pensamiento esta de calle
Porque el sentir esta de vuelta.

Hoy no quiero ser persona
Hoy no sigo otro camino
Hoy cierro los ojos contigo
Aunque nos reclamen las horas.
_Mey_

Comentarios

lunilla ha dicho que…
Mey me encanta como has dejado tu casita, se ve percios..y el poema es una belleza sentida...
un abrazo y deliz Navidad. besos
Blue
1:22 a. m.
Gittana ha dicho que…
fELIZ NAVIDAD!!!! FELIZ NAVIDAD!!! QUE TODOS LOS DESEOS Y AMBICIONES VENGAN EN PAQUETES DOBLES!!!! Y SE HAGAN REALIDAD!!!! BESOS!!!
7:13 a. m.
Twain ha dicho que…
Los cambios siempre vienen bien asi hallan días donde no queramos que nada pase, que el mundo se quede quieto, que nadie respire que las horas no se muevan, siempre es bueno regresar sobre los buenos momentos.

Feliz navidad para ti ...
5:13 p. m.
blackeagle-italiano ha dicho que…
...solo quiero levitar por los cielos sin saber más nada!!!

Buen texto mey!!

Que bueno que regresaste y gracias por el dato de la animación con la excelente música celta!!

Feliz navidad, que pases muy bonito día y se cumplan tus sueños en este 2009!!!

Besos!!
2:25 a. m.
La_EsPeCtAdOrA ha dicho que…
aunque mueran las horas
aunque nos reclamen laz horas
quiero estar contigo..
hermosa expreiòn de tu sentimiento
FELIZ NAVIDA PREXIOXA!!
1:09 a. m.
Unknown ha dicho que…
que lindo, que suerte que vine...
2:59 p. m.
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