CHEIRO SEU CORPO É AMOR

 

Seu corpo é o cheiro de amor, caminhando com o tempo

na borda de seu corpo, o sofá e almofadas,

o silêncio do quarto, pequenas frações de você no ar.

Você me toca no meio da noite e da manhã,

Há uma floresta de mil cores repousa em nossas mãos

Seu corpo é puro cheiro odor que noite e dia inconfundível cheiro seu, você ver e sentir que faz com que todos os poros da pele, pat extasíese, sobe

Sinto o cheiro da sua pele o seu pedido.

LUISCAZAMORA.LCZ (LUCASJSILVERADO.LCZ)

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SMELL YOUR BODY IS LOVE

 

Your body is the smell of love, walking with time

the edge of your body, the sofa and pillow,

the silence of the room, small fractions of you in the air.

You touch me in the night and in the morning,

There is a forest of thousand colors rests in our hands

Your body is pure odor smell that smell night and day unmistakably yours, you see and feel that makes every pore of skin, pat extasíese, rises

I smell your skin your claim.

LUISCAZAMORA.LCZ (LUCASJSILVERADO.LCZ)

http://luiscazamora.blogspot.com/2012/08/smell-your-body-is-love.html

NDAGO TUUM CORPUS SIT AMOR

  

Odor corpus tuum amorem quo simul ambulante

acies corpore, pulvinar et stibadium,

silentium pro parvo aere in fractiones.

Tacta mihi nocte et mane

positum est silva manu mille colorum

Corpus tuum est purus odor odor eius olent nocte et die, indubiam, et tibi videre et sentire quod facit omnis poro cutis, Pat extasíese, surgit,

Olfaciens vestri tergum vestri clameum.

Author iura reservantur:

LUISCAZAMORA.LCZ (LUCASJSILVERADO.LCZ)

http://luiscazamora.blogspot.com/2012/08/ndago-tuum-corpus-sit-amor.html

ODORE DI TUO CORPO E 'AMORE

 

Il vostro corpo è l'odore dell'amore, camminando con il tempo

il bordo del tuo corpo, il divano e cuscino,

il silenzio della stanza, piccole frazioni di voi in aria.

Mi emozioni in la notte e la mattina,

C'è una foresta di mille colori è nelle nostre mani

Il tuo corpo è l'odore odore puro che notte e giorno l'odore inconfondibile la tua, si vede e si sente che fa ogni poro della pelle, pat extasíese, sorge

Sento la tua pelle la vostra richiesta.

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http://luiscazamora.blogspot.com/2012/08/odore-di-tuo-corpo-e-amore.html

È ME rivendicazione essenza della poesia

 

Nessun reclamo con il tuo corpo

Si fermò e distrutto

Consenso di molti colori,

Lo affermano in silenzio

Proprietà inestimabili

Nella prigione del tuo sesso.

Un carcere nei tuoi gesti.

Movimenti colori

Lo affermano in orgasmi

Balsamo per il tempo

I vostri lunari tuoi ricordi.

Movimenti ritmici d'amore

Distinti e via con il corpo

candore immaginario del silenzio,

Lo affermano sul tuo corpo.

Penetrándote tra le nuvole pensando a te

In silenzio sesso carcere

Orgoglio sentimenti.

luiscazamora.lcz.(lucasjsilverado.lcz.)

ME RECLAMAS ESENCIA DE POESIA.

No reclamas con tu cuerpo

Dejaste, destruiste

Consentida de mil colores,

Me reclamas en silencio

Propiedades invaluables

En la cárcel de tu sexo.

Una cárcel  en tus gestos.

Movimientos de colores

Me reclamas en orgasmos

Acondicionados por el tiempo

Tus lunares tus recuerdos.

Movimientos rítmicos del amor

Tuyo y se alejan con el cuerpo 

imaginarios candores del silencio, 

Me reclamas en tu cuerpo.

Penetrándote en las nubes pienso en ti

En el sexo la cárcel de silencio, 

Del orgullo en sentimientos.

luiscazamora.lcz.(lucasjsilverado.lcz.)

http://luiscazamora.blogspot.com/2012/09/me-reclamas.html

Nude Woman

Nude Woman
 

Naked woman that runs through my veins and sleeps with me every night, I feel all his skin with her nerve endings, which looks in the mirror, tucked in, it looks like fall her breasts, her nipples, her environment belly, buttocks prominence in different poses.

Nude Woman nightly scans all internal element of secrets soul looks recalling seeing her infidelity, compares.

Nude woman you see at night and in the morning her vagina gets wet hidden
Do not think if it and the secret of that mirror, caressing hand prefer to give in to pride and attendant energy is transferred is a lonely woman.


 PINTO GOD YOUR BODY
My God your full body paint every drop
In your dreams
And it fell on mine
Your body ....
She let out her breath.
And let every beautiful part ...
Of perfection and imperfection
In mine
He knew you to
In a moment of harmony
Beautiful woman and beautiful,
If I could capture
Each of the drops of perspiration
With you look
Would keep them in a glass.




Undress

I want to undress you all,
Pick you up in my arms,
Read your spirit and your breath
Watching your voice
Watch your thoughts
I want to explore your body baring your breasts
With a pure delirium
From one who never has had, I want you all
In my arms
Go down to your navel
Collect every drop of sweat burning
I undress all
And in every corner of your body shape my kisses,
Sorber then my lips,
And remember your scent and your taste
I undress all
Undress your whole body
And walk the taste of your insides



SKIN YOURS
Yours burn skin
Cold as ice
In all my guts
Your skin, your skin toured

In all forms
For so long
A memory of you
Whenever this permanent

Skin yours and my gut
Many times your skin
Merged with mine.

Road at night
With the lights out
The skin is permeated yours



YOUR BODY

V i your body that reflected
 In the bedroom mirror
 I realized that someone
 He had taken what I missed

 And I left there on the bed
I took your body, sipped your body, touch your body
And I saw in that silent space
And your body was reflected

Reflected, walking in you
Your body flew ............
There on the bed, gave me

I fell in love touched your body
There on the bed ..............
With every drop, with every breath

WOMAN'S SKIN

Pure, clean, full of love,
Running down the inside of my body
Having you in my body is like thinking about you
The extension of your body
Throughout your skin,
Your skin covers my body touching mine
Spreading through mine as water

Your skin .......
Take each of the parts of your body
A delicate your sex, to the tender on your lips.
At pant, rhythmic movements of your tenderness
Rhythmic noticeable in your gut.
Your skin is a rhythmic change of thought
That brings me to not think, to let go
For rhythmic movement
In a cascade of pleasure.
Your body tour of my mouth
As a key to pleasure
Throbbing in your womb
In your breasts, on your back
Your clitoris pure
As a bee lands smile
Waves leaving pure pleasure.
Your skin is all


 Lady Soul

Lady's something in your bed, in your hair, in your mouth, on your breath, lady soul ....

Lady you walking naked in my face, in my breath, in my body.

Your mouth, your hair, touch you in silence, your belly mature, warm lady life, your body, your body loves me.




TO make love


Moments
We spent together
 Those moments of passion
When making love

You in every inch of skin,
 From head to toe, extended
 In all your nakedness
 Throbbing which dazzling colors

 These colors come up to you
Slowly down your cheeks,
Like chasing butterflies
In the air and in the warmth of your lips


See, the beat of your smile,
When my lips alight,
The rhythmic movement of your body,
Pore ​​to pore, kiss kiss

The essential oil is like a spring
 Your vagina, your crotch,
 When you go around
When you make love,

See, I have always sailed in your smile
And with it have crossed your belly when closing my lips






WORDS FOR Dibujarte

I wanted to find the words
To draw you all coming and many,
To draw your body
As the artist's brush

Find the words
At the tip of a brush imaginary
That was so perfect
And draw your whole body,

So I wrote to draw you,
To draw your lips, draw your neck,
To draw your breath, draw your belly
 And I found this in my dreams

I took a pastel color,
A shining cascade,
Pure water drops in the sky
And compare with you, and I found in your body


WOMAN

Women, the extension of your body
The skin throughout each of the parts of your body
Your sex delicate tenderness of your lips
The hair is soft yours
As the breeze to gasp
Women rhythmic movements of your tenderness
Noticeable in your gut.
Your skin is a rhythmic change of thought
Takes you to not think
A stray after movement
Rhythmic in a cascade
Women, your body tour of my mouth
It's like a key to pleasure
Beats in your stomach to your breasts
In your back
In your clitoris pure as a bee
It poses the smile
That leaves pure waves



SWEAT DROP IN A GLASS

Your body
On mine
She let out her breath.
Let each part of you beautiful
Your perfection and imperfection
 In mine in a moment of harmony
Beautiful woman and beautiful
To capture every drop of sweat
 With you look, would keep in a glass.


IN BED WITH YOU COVER THE SCENT FLOWERS

A flower you runs like a dream
 In which your orchid is always the most beautiful,
Imagine the ecstasy between your legs of that fruit
Soft like a river walk on your back
On a batch of passions
Body Language and mine and yours, fused into the soul
Sipping the fruit of your passion as a bee with honey
Your fixed belly moving, moving inch by inch
 A treasure where the water is warm with clouds


Posy

The silence of the skin that accompanies me
The voices that stand in the calm
A bouquet of flowers on the tree
A wreath there abode in the soul
Bringing with shackles on their nest
The thorny edges
 A bouquet of flowers in the blue
A woman with her thirst, love
A paper that fills me with hope
 A bouquet of flowers for the beloved
A garland running
A silence of roses in the soul
A bouquet of flowers and silent
All of roses
Silence in love skin


If I could find a poet
If I could find a poet and that our souls were crammed together, colorful clouds explode, making love in bed there.

If I could find the poet, to illuminate the silence of nothingness, the moments would be like a stream full of colors, like a clear stream, like a stream in the morning.

If I could find the poet lost your whole body would travel my lonely soul.


OTHER ECHIZO.
Your skin on mine through all my body
It upsets me every one of my cells
The night of your body, in my body
Dream with your breath through me
Hot on your lips on your pure desire
 Spell in memory, eyes and yours look
The tenderness of your chest, I see your lips
You pick up your dream of your womb I look
As a tunnel leveling your reflexes
Passenger in an instant in your skin
In your scent that comes as air
You think me and every thought of yours
As the air is reflected
In your eyes, look and see
 Your thoughts on your body
Spell of the night of memories
Arches, proclaims, is released
All quiet in the distance
Your moans are voices of my body
You heat radiating love in silence
Your body is reflected in the voices, your gasps in me
Spell of the night, your body naked
From your lips, your chest
Of your voice in the silence pants
Arriving with this body
Love of thoughts that the distance
He was in my silence
The silence of my voice than my body
And reflected in the distance.



A WOMAN HE LOVED FRACTIONS OF LOVE

A woman I ever loved
The most beautiful poems
Which is the mother of my children

Women, which runs through my veins and sleeps with me every night,
I feel all your skin

Only beautiful skin fractions asked my god
And women give me yours
I tucked you in the silence of my loved you

And put my whole body breathing woman by night
Dream Woman Image pore

You cover her feelings thoughts
As the sheet when it falls on the floor
It defeats the pensarte, morning, afternoon

Having you in my body is like thinking about you.
The extension of your body throughout your skin,
Clean full of desire.

Skin pure woman, loving clean, running down the inside of my body

Your skin is touching mine runs
Spreading as water runs to the creek
I spend a moment of haste in the silence of the room.

Your skin takes each of the parts of your body to your sex unfathomable delicate, tender to your lips.

My skin covers your entire body, your own hair is soft as a breeze to gasp, the rhythmic motions of your rhythmic noticeable tenderness in your gut.

My God your full body paint every drop in his dreams and he fell on mine, your body let out his breath.
And let each part of your beautiful perfection and imperfection in mine

He knew that to you in a moment of harmony and beautiful beautiful woman, if I could catch every single drop of sweat with you see, would keep them in a glass.

Your skin is a rhythmic change of thinking that leads to not think, to be inspired by the rhythmic movement as
When not to do in a cascade of pleasure.

Your body is all that love, for love.


SHADES ......
ONLY IN IT
In your eyes and in your eyes
In your body, those legs
In you, only in you
Imagination reveals
Roses, occupy the dew at night
Walking your heels,
Your knees and your legs and your sex.
At night in the distance in silence
Memories, memories that yearn
I have your voice in my thoughts.



THINK ABOUT IT
I think, in the memory and in the voices of room
I remember clearly the claim
In the ecstasy of fruits,
From the fruit of your gender.

In your sex smell red roses
That lubricates my memories
In the single rake night.

I think of the nights that demand on your body
In the speech, on your lips and in your body winding.
As if you were my memories of yesterday.

The end is not just your navel or
Not in your mouth or your sex
I think of you as my memory voices calling
As spiritual panels of the same body.

I think of you, in the voices of silence
In the room full of roses that body
The march in silence
the march in silence calls me from another body
I glad, without touching me without looking at the memory.

I think about you at night in your body in your closet
In your buttocks on your clitoris reminiscent orchids
Reminiscent of orchids in the morning
The morning he looks into silence.

I think of you in memories,
In other hugs and kisses
And I collect the water accumulated stayed
In flowers and quietly look the edge you
And I lose and I lose, every day with your gestures.



You claim ME
No claim with your body
You stopped and destroyed
Do not claim it, you do not claim
Consent of many colors,
In your mouth Grove, a thousand bodies
In the face of other gestures.

I claim it in silence
I claim it my colors.
I claim it in the voice of my room
You claim it thousand colors on your body.

Invaluable Properties
For the body of your sex jail.
A prison of silence, in your gestures.

Movements colors
I claim it in orgasms
Conditioner for time
Your lunar your memories.

Rhythmic movements of love
Yours and away with the imaginary body candor
Of silence, I claim it on your body.

Penetrándote in the clouds I think of you in sex
And silently jail, feelings of pride in
I proclamations, and send me quietly in another body.



THOUSAND COLOURS IN LOVE
 I think about you, you know you have a thousand colors palate
And the clouds will remain in the body and in your neck
Odors distinguish me from afar palates of memories.
As you see me you claim, moles on your chest
More erect your nipples and your clitoris as an orchid
Silences orchid, orchid you claim me.

Is your breast skin, exquisite taste of the gods
Is your chest and claim me your sex,
I claim it, in silence and memories.

You took the petal of a rose and two fraccionaste
As its various flavors would taste bitter touched me
You took the morning and the time you left with
Weather on your body, you know that the time is
As the volcano's lava sweeps
Kill the illusions which wear
Have a blanket around your body seething with desire
It burns on your pillow
Sorrows of love.



Wind tunnel
Wind Tunnel, smiles between innings
Roces continued to excite couples between body
Rods naked bodies
That fall, looking for not finishing early
Small ants pledged chest
Colored Smile Pajaritos
The orgasm of flavors and silent.


PHEROMONES
Your body is a love pheromone
Del Monte, he resembles
In small and hordes destejadas
Who walk with time
In a volcanic ash found,
The edge of your body,
The sofa and pillow,
The silence of the room,
Life goes on roads at night,
The yearning for a hug
The caresses of a rose
From memories to be
With you in the silence
Without the time at night without a portal
When inspiration comes ties is collected,
Ties are silent
Life is a road at night,
In the morning, in the silence of the room


IN YOUR SEX
Life is a memory
Roads are recalled
The forest claiming
From the night of the room and your sex
You touch me, the night in the morning,
A forest of a thousand colors,
A pheromone flies waiting to be found.

AUTHOR:
Luiscazamora.lcz. (Lucasjsilverado.lcz.)
LUIS CARLOS CANO ZAMORA
THE COFFEE-PEREIRA.
MAIL: luiscazamora@yahoo.es
www.luiscazamora.blogspot.com
Page Hispanic writers union
Page Marcela magazine




LUIS CARLOS CANO ZAMORA
Colombian
Born in Bethlehem of Umbria - Risaralda - the coffee.
I currently live in Pereira.
I was born in 1963.
Married with two children
I've been in the pharmaceutical industry since 1993 as a health visitor, currently projecting my own business.
Founder of the group are all pereiranos on facebook.
Currently I have also the same page (All We Pereiranos) on the Internet.
@ Luiscazamora on twitter, my listings are all pereiranos, but we pereiranos and Pereira.
He participated in the Spanish-American writers union and marcela magazine.
My heart is in the lyrics.
My nicknames: lucasjsilverado.lcz. , Luiscazamora.lcz. , Lucaza. Any of these three pseudonyms.
I write since I know, being my main hobby poetry and prose, because I think that things have to be done beautiful note.
I have always participated in several pages and online communities, and I think the most important thing is that we have something within us to give to others.
I know the value of the letters the value of books, old books, which have been soaked by the time I grew up with the treasure of youth on hand, with Aesop's Fables, with Gulliver's Travels, the story when will read the book and smelling the pure silence of a library.
So I write, because I have within me a bowl of beautiful phrases and sad memories of crazy thoughts and ideas that spin round my head and want to go out and express beautiful things, two personal blog.
www.luiscazamora.blogspot.com, www.comerciamoslucaza.blogspot.com.

I forgot, MOON SNAIL

I forgot that life was too short, you have to take the time to sip the beautiful, everything is taken into the heart the ego.
The value of time and pen inside me, the value of the memories that will be with me on the journey.
That stuck a pen, a pen drawn there, go there for a time, and remember me
The morning quiet and silent, I forgot the dawn, your body
The voices of tenderness and hugs so I write as when I see them in the distance drawn, I forgot the road and the journey.
I forgot your body, rose petals, and your mouth even though you do not have you I have, because I have drawn the soul, I have drawn on your soul kisses
I forgot the time is short and I want to draw you in my arms and shake your body and your voice with my kisses
The color of the sun to be looking away, I forgot my hand, shining on the horizon, the voice that dazzles from afar.
I know, I forget that my soul was, was nearly filled in memories, time goes and who stays, your body and your voice, and I'm not complaining.
I forgot also that day, I charged the bend corner looking shadows for so long.
I forgot to falling shadows, shadows go down in the memory, draw a moon snail and there is your heart perplexed.
Luiscazamora.lcz. (Lucasjsilverado.lcz.)





Se me olvido  que la vida era muy corta, que hay que tomarse  el tiempo para sorber lo bello, que todo no es  tener en  el corazón el ego.
El valor del tiempo y de la pluma  en mi interior, el valor de los  recuerdos, que se irán conmigo en el trayecto.
Ahí una pluma pegada, ahí una pluma dibujada, ahí un pasar del tiempo, y me recuerdo
La mañana tranquila y en silencio, se me olvido el  amanecer, tu cuerpo
Las  voces de ternura y los abrazos por eso escribo  como cuando  los  veo  a lo lejos dibujados, se me olvido el camino y el trayecto.
Se me olvido tu cuerpo, tus pétalos de rosa, y tu boca  a pesar de tenerte no te tengo, porque yo tengo el alma dibujada, tengo el alma dibujada en tus besos
Se me olvido el tiempo que es corto y quiero dibujarte en mis brazos y tu cuerpo estrechar tu voz  ya con mis besos
El color del  sol por estar mirando lejos, se me olvido  mi mano, que brilla en el horizonte, la voz que encandila desde lejos.
Sé, me olvido  que mi alma estaba, estaba  casi, llena en los recuerdos, que el tiempo  pasa  y que se queda, tu cuerpo y tu voz,  ya  no me quejo.
Se me olvido también que  con los días, me cobra el doblegar de las esquinas buscando sombras de hace tanto tiempo.
Se me  olvido que  bajaran las sombras, las sombras bajaran en el recuerdo, dibujaran, un caracol de luna y ahí está tu corazón perplejo.
Luiscazamora.lcz.(lucasjsilverado.lcz.)





Ho dimenticato, LUMACA MOON
Ho dimenticato che la vita è troppo breve, si deve prendere il tempo di sorseggiare il bello, tutto è portato nel cuore l'ego.
Il valore del tempo e la penna dentro di me, il valore dei ricordi che saranno con me nel viaggio.
Che bloccato una penna, una penna disegnata lì, andare lì per un tempo, e ricordati di me
La mattina tranquilla e silenziosa, ho dimenticato l'alba, il tuo corpo
Le voci di tenerezza e di abbracci in modo che scrivo come quando li vedo in lontananza disegnato, ho dimenticato la strada e il viaggio.
Ho dimenticato il tuo corpo, petali di rosa, e la tua bocca anche se non hai ho, perché ho disegnato l'anima, ho disegnato su i tuoi baci anima
Ho dimenticato il tempo è breve e voglio disegnare tra le mie braccia e agitare il tuo corpo e la tua voce con i miei baci
Il colore del sole di essere alla ricerca di distanza, ho dimenticato la mia mano, che splende all'orizzonte, la voce che abbaglia da lontano.
Lo so, non ricordo che la mia anima era, era quasi pieno di ricordi, il tempo va e chi resta, il tuo corpo e la tua voce, e non mi lamento.
Ho dimenticato anche quel giorno, mi viene addebitato l'angolo curva cercando ombre per così tanto tempo.
Ho dimenticato di ombre che cadono, le ombre scendere nella memoria, disegnare una lumaca luna e non vi è il tuo cuore perplesso.
Luiscazamora.lcz. (Lucasjsilverado.lcz.)





J'ai oublié, escargot de lune
J'ai oublié que la vie est trop courte, il faut prendre le temps de goûter au beau, tout est pris en plein cœur de l'ego.
La valeur du temps et un stylo à l'intérieur de moi, la valeur des souvenirs qui seront avec moi sur le chemin.
Qui a collé un stylo, un stylo établi là-bas, allez-y pour un moment, et se souvenir de moi
Le matin, calme et silencieux, j'ai oublié l'aube, le corps
Les voix de tendresse et de caresses si j'écris que quand je les vois dans la distance établie, j'ai oublié de la route et du voyage.
J'ai oublié ton corps, pétales de rose, et la bouche, même si vous n'avez-vous pas que j'ai, parce que j'ai attiré l'âme, j'ai tiré sur tes baisers âme
J'ai oublié le temps est court et je tiens à vous attirer dans mes bras et secouer votre corps et votre voix avec mes baisers
La couleur du soleil à regarder ailleurs, j'ai oublié ma main, brille à l'horizon, la voix qui éblouit de loin.
Je sais, j'ai oublié que mon âme était, est presque remplie de souvenirs, le temps passe et qui reste, votre corps et votre voix, et je ne m'en plains pas.
J'ai oublié aussi ce jour-là, j'ai chargé le coin courbure regardant les ombres pour si longtemps.
J'ai oublié de la baisse des ombres, les ombres descendent dans la mémoire, dessiner un escargot de lune et là est votre cœur perplexe.
Luiscazamora.lcz. (Lucasjsilverado.lcz.)

http://luiscazamora.blogspot.com/2012/09/se-me-olvido-caracol-de-luna.html

Posted 29th September by lucasjsilverado

El reflejo del amor en el tiempo

 

 Eres un  rio  brillante, se irradia tu cuerpo en  un  reflejo del  amor,  en el  amor  de tu piel,  estas son las sensaciones  que  vuelan y brillan  de manera  muy especial en ti.

 Por eso tu  piel que  se  extiende  y que me  mira  buscando tocarme tiene miles de sensaciones  vibrantes   son gotas que   caen del cielo; tus  labios son  una  sonrisa pura del atardecer, tus  ojos en una  mirada  de placer son un  suspiro, que se  queda en la mitad del camino cuando  te miro,  

es un placer y placer, verte con las flores que se van  hacia tu   interior  y que  son rosas rojas, un  cálido  aire te  recorre en todo tú cuerpo de  mañana  a tarde, se queda en ti  en horas de la noche,  son  los silencios puros    y son las palabras de voces  de pensamientos  que se  reflejan en  toda tu  alma, cuando  te  acercas  a mí  con tu  mirada  que refleja  tiernas   palabras de pensamiento.

En tu cuerpo ,aislado por  los días, por  el tiempo están los  recuerdos de la pasión que se vuelve  triste,  es la misma piel  , son los  mismos labios, el mismo vientre  que  dejo   de pensar que dejo de amar en un momento, son  los  recuerdos de  la pasión ; el tiempo se paro en un espiral que era de colores, que  ya no camina  hacia  adelante, se  quedo estancado en sus mismos  pensamientos , pensando  en  tocar otra puerta, pero  el atardecer     esta cerca  .

Por eso  estoy triste, ya  los colores  del orgasmo no se ven, ya la sonrisa en  los labios no se  asoma, las palabras de  amor,  los labios , el cuerpo,  con el vientre acumulando   las mismas  rosas que se  quedaban en  el mío.

Te miras  en el espejo y no te ves, palideció el  orgullo, los  sentimientos  se escondieron en   un mundo  que era  cálido de  sombras, y el hielo  afloro ni si quiera  sus  gotas  se desprenden  .

Por eso tu cuerpo, pálido  se reflejo,  en voces dibujadas,  en flores  que  en  caminos  y en el aire, ya no se ven.

El reflejo del amor en  el tiempo nos  persigue, no tenemos  todos  los días ,no tenemos todas las  noches, el mismo tiempo  marca  su reloj ,la felicidad  fraccionada en  pequeños instantes  se está desvaneciendo.

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http://luiscazamora.blogspot.com/2012/10/el-reflejo-del-amor-en-el-tiempo.html

ROSA ROJA DE PAPEL

Tu cuerpo se convirtió en una  rosa

Una  rosa de papel

Las rosas de papel

Que estampillan su linaje

A través del tiempo

 Como las rosas de papel

Que caminan en el pétalo  de ellas mismas

Las rosas de papel que se ven, con  el tiempo

 

 Muy apagado, en  la mañana  reflejadas

Las rosas que  cambian su  desnudes y su corazón

Son rosas de papel traslucidas

Parecen reales, pero no

A través de la mañana

A través de la noche

 

Se reflejan en el camino, son dibujadas

Una rosa, que fue rasgada de un papel del 

corazón

Que se ve por vez primera

Ella mira en si en cada detalle, pero no lo preserva

No preserva el olor de la frescura

De la ternura, del color, de la sensación

 apasionada

No son  más, que rosas de papel 

Que se refleja en ti 

Solitarias en el camino

Aquellas que te buscan y en la tarde

No se refleja el sol en sus corazones

En el cuerpo desnudo

 

De una rosa de papel,

Que se ve  y no se ve

A la cual el  agua de la noche la dejo

Y en tu cuerpo,  se  dibujada esta misma  rosa con

 el tiempo

Con la noche, a través de primera ves,

Vi  en tu alma una rosa de papel

Una rosa  de papel

Se rasgo, la rasgaron, en la noche

La rasgo, la rasgaron, los silencios  las ausencias

Quedo solo tu cuerpo, envuelto en la rosa de papel

Que brinda una rosa de papel,

Dibujada en la noche

En el tiempo, del camino que quedo solitario

Como  queda, esta rosa de papel

Mira cada detalle, cuidadito con las rosas de 

papel

Que se ven  a través de ves primera, en  tu vida

Ellas brindan en la noche, con el tiempo

En tu cuerpo se  van reflejando , se  secan sus

 pétalos,

 

De la rosa roja, pasional de papel

Como  el cuerpo, de la noche

 

De la rosa de papel, en tu mente y  en tu cuerpo

A través de vez primera

Una noche trasnochada en la rosa dibujada

Se quedo en el camino de tu cuerpo

Esa rosa de papel de ves primera, como dibujando 

el tiempo.

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