poemas de una cuencana...
Thursday, 7. June 2007, 20:19:20
i don't know if i will finish by going mad, If i already am mad,
Ore the mad ones are the shameless word;
That describe your tact,
For each one of their letters,
that lick what you let them,
Meanwhile i fight to be strong
They strip my soul
that is made of flesh
when you touch it.
Escrito por:
María De los Angeles Martínez.














Ciffo # 11. June 2007, 20:44
Julia # 11. June 2007, 21:12
So, welcome to my blog too
angelesmar # 2. December 2008, 16:15
Es un honor
Un abrazo
Ángeles
me encantaría mandarte otros!