Saturday, January 1, 2011 8:31:54 [paginantes] short story: Aurora (2)
From: SILVIA
of craving dying of want, what remains after the love has been wasted? I loved you, you wanted me (on your way, but I wanted to.), What then? What happened to our hopes, our longings dim?
arrives autumn is October. The paths were covered with gold, pearls and brown ochres. I still chase the illusion of being happy, but over the years, the melancholy promises of fortune are withering. You, Aurora mine, under the sad look in your eyes of copper, what are you thinking? Where do you direct your thoughts minor? Steps are heavy man, but light and mellifluous their illusions, changing as the face of the moon.
hold your hat in his hands: a straw hat, the north wind that lashes out all his rage. Hold your hat and hope: the hope, as someone said, is part of the word hope, which is inextricably linked. Blog Writing workshop virtual
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