English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

grandma poem

dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
doubtless eu recordo ainda
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
deixe um sustento da alegria você
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
um com você
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
ao amante passionate

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Booknotes: New Mexico writer examines unsolved murder (El Paso Times)
  • Travel: Chinese Whispers ; CITIES BUZZ WITH NEW LIFE THE RED DAWN ... - istockAnalyst.com
  • A higher moral order - Ha'aretz
  • 'Laugh-In' Comedian Dick Martin Dies - Entertainment Weekly
  • Writer offered a young Barack Obama advice on life - International Herald Tribune
  • Fusion boosts retail tourism through the arts - Al-Bawaba
  • Readers' favorite neighborhood joints - San Francisco Chronicle
  • A Jungle Out There - San Diego Reader
  • Edwards: Hey, I Was "99% Honest" - Slate
  • ‘Go in the direction of the things you love’ - Bridge
  • Cubans Greet Fidel Castro on His Birthday - La Prensa Latina
  • R. Fraser, Book History Through Postcolonial Eyes. Rewriting the ... - Fabula
  • Festival of Iranian cinema in Abu Dhabi - Khaleej Times
  • Paxman to interrogate the Victorians for BBC1 - Telegraph.co.uk
  • History’s Active Participant - Russia Profile
 

Refinancing today can save you big bucks!

Florida Mortgages

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