Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Pot Holders For Fencing

Hearts united

few stories, a lot of rain,

broken desires, hopes to mountains,

the love of friends,

the my wife's heart.

The strange sensation of the morning

best of each day in a few hours

share with her spaces

minutes trapping hands.

Building our life at every moment

collecting from his lips the smile

finding their steps and their aroma

working background beliefs.

well together Fighting madness,

open field fighting the misfortune

weathering the blows at every moment

stand together against all odds.

Waiting hope far

contemplating the horizon without seeing anything

simply looking little

heart to heart challenges taking

Returning to the I walk each day

raising us all falls

building the horizon from dawn

embraced regardless of the time.

Loving every day without question

without betrayal and lies that might cloud

manage our future

every day admiring our luck.

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