FOR POETRY

There were two brothers, the big one and the small. They lived with the king and lounged in a corner of his court. The king had many huts and many fields, many coconut mats and containers, many strings of beautiful shells, but he was not happy. The great and the little worked, but had nothing, and probably did not know how to save it. At the king's house, food circulated a lot, but did not always reach them so much, so that the Great, who was always hungry, was unhappy. The king's meals were prepared by many villages in turn. When a village cooked for the king, the aroma of cooking would spread throughout the land, then with songs the people carried the food to the king. The perfume and the songs hit the noses and ears of the two brothers. “Go and meet them” said the big one to his brother. Take the food from their hands, and let your legs carry it before the king. The king will have many good things to eat and much fragrance, and his stomach will be very full, so he will give ...

You opened my heart, showed me the way to love, I love you more than words can say, the love for you is not just a need of feelings, It's a stream of gentle flow, it has a big magnitude. You are tenderness and courage, you are poetry and beautiful face, I was alone  when I crossed your path, but since then I knew the meaning of the word love.

You become my heart's history and all its details from the biggest to the smallest, you entered my heart and didn't come out of it. My beautiful moments  are in your presence, I love you in your absence too. You are the one that weaves the threads of my dreams, you are the fragrance that perfumes my words and the love that moves in my veins.

 We met by chance I didn't know anything about you, I didn't know who you are, but our souls resembled, I felt it as you approached. We started conversation with a little bit reservation, and started a new phase of my life. It's unecessary to say how much I love you, I always write it on a piece of cake that you like, on a cup of coffee with the flavor that pleases to you....

I like the sunlight  but not the street, and so I stay at home waiting for the world  to come to me, with its golden towers and its white cascades, with its voices and tears and the songs of happy people. And in the evening  a moment will come, where the street will become  something else  and disappeared beneath the dark  night  and the dreams of those who dream. So I go down the street, a chimney smokes so close and I walk under water, it was a rainy cool night and soon the sun will return.