English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

memorial poem

eu fui acima e trago as ruas
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
dê-me a fome
eu sei não onde
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
são você vivo?
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Your Town: Del Monte Beach advisory ends (The Monterey County Herald)
  • WILLIE NELSON'S FAMILY PICNIC - Houston Chronicle
  • Spoken Word Comes to the Smithsonian - Smithsonian
  • Fear factor (Sunday Herald)
  • Searching for peace in silence (Honolulu Advertiser)
  • Festival decked out with chairs - Ledbury Reporter
  • Christie's SwissArt Sale: From Albert Anker to Robert Zünd - Art Daily
  • Nimoy opens ESO's 2008-09 season (Daily Herald)
  • Lesbian lit goes online - SX
  • Students share Very Special Arts (Merced Sun-Star)
  • "Gate of the Orient" opens in Spain - IranMania News
  • A Violin's Family Legend, The Mind of a Romance Novelist, and ... - KUOW NPR
  • Television movies for the week of Aug. 10 - Pittsburgh Post Gazette
  • Sharing Japanese poetry with the rest of the world (The Japan Times)
  • City starts search 'parties' to recruit foster families for teens - New York Daily News
 

Mortgage Refinance

California Mortgage

December 2007 Mortgage News

Poetry | Home | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved