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.
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.
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