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letters of love to you I

My sky:

night falls and with it all the gloom and fears accumulated during the day.

uncertain roads, doubts, fear of the unknown, to what we presume are made light and shadows.

Night falls and the pupils try to keep up the image that will shape the dreams: perhaps the flutter of a blue bird, a yellow flower that looks like a sun, a cloud of white, very white ocher chasing the sunset, perhaps, an outstretched hand offering a little or a lot, eyes that watch seems to haunt, or a smile always printed on the face that was eternal.

may also, why not, a mouth that invites the kiss in a silent forest murmur of distant waves in the bowl of a snail.

My love, comes tonight, tonight, I live between the heat-trapping walls and free space comprising life. There comes a moment, feeling that in the hours nones, your skin is the best coat in the morning, the security of your arms and your shoulders do not fall, love, your shoulders, the comfort of a soul stirred by all the fears.

I ask you dream, I dream and I ask in the wake of a new dawn, you're the glare my eyes crave.
Goodnight, my love.

kisses you, who calls you every beat of his heart ... me.

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Letter to My Mother

Beloved, Mama

seem a irony write you this letter, when I live in these times, at home, carve out with my father, preceded in time of farewells always early, always nostalgic, never fully assumed.

But here I am, faced with this screen, in the shelter of the night and through the music of the rain that refreshes. From here you stand, I can hear your breathing, always with me in early morning insomnia, infinite sadness, of silences and secrets, solitude necessary to not see my eyes full of tears many times.

Because mother cry, I cry for both happen in life the woman who gave birth and is now as old as you. I cry for myself, my mistakes, my pain quiet disguised by smiles. I cry for you because you're an ember that's going extinct, unable to do anything, you, you taught me since I remember in the land, never say "I can not" without trying everything. It frustrates me not finding a viable way out of this maze tragic and no return to the steps. Mother hurt me, because I know that time is relentless, is a tyrant who goes counter to what is desired.

But right now, let me tell you how much I love you!, How proud I am to be your daughter, how I've been in the formation of large home instilled into the depths of my being and the being of my brothers.

You look so fragile, so blade and yet you made a very strong, wonderful, because you are a magnificent woman. What my lifetime, I have left, not enough mother, to show, to give back all the love and dedication with which we grew up.

But my soul is contrite, your pain through me, my party pieces every night, when nobody sees me, pick up and rebuilt to not notice (at least the illusion that I have, because you have that magical sixth maternal instinct or tenth all-knowing) the puzzle that I've become.

Mom, I close my eyes and I see you in every stage of life, in every school to learn together from the subjects studied, always sitting beside you, reading you and asking you all. Like a silent movie from quickie, I look to grow in your hand, you knew you had to drop his hand one day with all your fears, anxieties, to fly the nest to do in my own life and place to play. I am still busy mom on your lap when fear to prey on me. Today is my chest that takes you in my arms and you hold.

mom This letter could be very long, however, just want to leave written, published and endorsed the infinite love I have, because as you ... no two. Yes, I know that all children feel the same, or at least should feel. But you're my mother, I know that I have cared and watched for any sign of mine, rather than their own sorrows. I love you mom, bowl of my life, I did muddy ground in the month that brought me to the world. The good that may be on me, I owe to you.

mom I love you and want God to work a miracle to hold, fill you with kisses every day for a long time on the dates written in the final.

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wonderful, infinite, mom, blessing!

With all my feel good to you, in the never-fired,

your daughter, the eldest.

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