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My true familyFamily?
What does that word mean?
Is it who your biologically related too?
Is the people who helped raise you?
Or is the people that made you become you?

We all have family even if their not there
We all have friends even if they don't seem to care
We all need happiness and for life to be fair
But is it family that gets us there?
Or is it the friends who never seem to care?

Family as it is defined means little to me
Because my biological family never wanted me
So family to me never gave me what i need
but the people in Sheffield
Who gave me what i need
Are my true family
Los Amores de Nuestras Vidas Cap 16"Todos a la Nieve".

Las chicas se fueron a su casa & los chicos igual. Después se juntarían en el centro para poder arrendar una camioneta 4x4 & alguien que los llevase, aunque

Brick supiera conducir, preferían no correr el riego de morir. Los seis llegaron casi al mismo tiempo al lugar de encuentro. Bubbles & Boomer venían vestidos

completamente de blanco, Bubbles llevaba una gran maleta. Brick & Blossom también llevaban grandes maletas, como si se fueran a quedar por días. Los verdes

solo llevaban equipo de esquí.

.- ¿Por que tantas cosas? .- Pregunto Buttercup

.- Solo vamos por
Wisdom's daughter
Born of wisdom and war
Athena’s daughter
hair of gold and storm-grey eyes
behind which great strenght lies
in her beauty and knowledge unite
strategy and architecture her delight
her sharp tongue, her cunning mind
her wit, always highly tuned
they’re her weapons on her quests
helping her through trials and tests
a child haunted by prophecies
with a life as stormy as the seas
through mazes, across the land
her quests send her around
finally becoming the architect of Olympus
to restore the home oft he gods
but in the very end
as was long ago prophecied
wisdom’s daughter walks alone
following the Mark of Athena, burning in Rom
IdentifyIdentify?!

My Hours streched liked the nights sky.
Memory, runs its fingers through my hair;
A welcome pain over throws this body,
My sorrows lasting effect!

The past feeds my growing darkness.
I will for it to change me;
To feel it work upon my mind.
To create something, wholly original.

Secrets burn inside me, like coals.
I know I can never let go of;
A piece of me which can't be seperate.
It threatens to finish my existence.

Striving to mergre two personas;
The cliche' of light and dark.
I ask a single question;
With whom should I, Identify?!
To argo soneto Περνούν οι αχτίδες του φεγγαριού και περιμένεις να σε πάρουν -
γιατί ο Ήλιος στη νύχτα δεν είναι παρά ένα φεγγάρι
και αρ&ga
La couer de la merTears rolling over my cheeks,
that day still in my head.
It touched my heart, from the beginning to the end.
The sea did not have mercy on them,
and many mistakes have been made.
Now they are in heaven looking down on us.
They are the hearts of the sea and we shall never forget them.
And still, she sails in all her glory,
dead like her passengers but still going.
Always onwards forevermore,
and through the seven seas.
For the Titanic lives on.
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Cioburi de ploaie

:iconcorsico:

Ma plimb printre meduze
si cioburi de ploaie
Cu capul in brate
si trupul pe ate
sfori ma indoaie
e rosu-n ecluze.
:iconcorsico:
Mi-a nazarit mie ca-mi place suprarealismul, ca lucruri pe care le doresc create (cu sau fara succes) au un iz suprarealist, de la fotomanipulari la desene. Asa ca, am zis, sa adopt pe deplin statutul in ce scriu. Sa incerc sa fac, ca intr-o opera putin anterioara, imagini ambigue, dincolo de realitatea fizica, cu sau fara continut simbolic, metaforic. Sper in vreun an doi sa definitivez ce urmaresc sa creez si sa-mi iasa lucrari decente. Pana atunci gustati din experimentele mele.
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=GrauWeiss Jun 28, 2012
Īmi place jocul de cuvinte folosit și ritmul poeziei.

Tabloul descris pare suprarealist dar și jucăuș. (uite că ai și intenționat asta). Imaginea e bine conturată iar descrierea e sugestivă. Aștept următoarele :D
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~Corsico Jun 28, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Merci, merci! Incerc sa ma axez pe asta, pe deoparte pentru a face ceva diferit, pe de alta permite o exprimare mult mai profunda a ce e inchis in adancul nostru, si permite interpretari multiple de la publicul cititor, care, devine intr-o oarecare masura si el poet oferind lucrarii inteles prorpiu! Bine, sunt departe inca de a desavarsi ce incerc sa realizez dar intr-o buna zi!
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=GrauWeiss Jun 28, 2012
Citesc bucuros ce scrii, deci astept sa vad ce urmeaza :D
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