WONDERWORLD





I'm former phisicist
My passions:
poetry
inventions

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POETRY




My white sail my white brig
In a fog of the sea, as sleep has arisen
let give up hope. melancholy grief
and take with youself in sea-distance
I trusted passionately in your love
But you has broken to me heart in blood
To that reproaches and poor excuse
You has betraid all our appointments
plunge into heart of a dagger with bane
Search I for death, as warrior of glory
 

You are going to know one of the sweetest girls around the net. The one I love, altough we have never been together. Yes, she can talk by herself, but I can tell you some little secrets that maybe she won't tell you.

So, follow me in this trip into her heart!

She really enjoys writing poems. And she does a good job. Reading them, you can have a glimpse of what's inside her. There you can find all her feelings freely pouring out of her heart. 

That one at the right she sent to me some time ago. (aawwww...! I loved it!)
My Sweet Claudio,
Love is
being happy for the other person
when they are happy
being sad for the person
when they are sad
being together in good times
and being together in bad times
Love is the source of strength

Love is
being honest with yourself at all times
being honest with the other person at all times
telling, listening, respecting the truth
and never pretending
Love is the source of reality

Love is
an understanding so complete that
you feel as if you are a part
of the other person 
accepting the other person
just the way they are
and not trying to change them.
to be something else
Love is the source of unity

I got a postcard too!

 wanting us to be together
i sit here deliriously acheing
my head swimming
from our consuming love

why do you manipulate my dreams
luscious lust shooting through me
as you ask me for eternity

you are the man who robbed my heart
i want you to lie me
in a bed of rose petals
ans whisper delicate songs of love

beneath the glass evening sky
with it's white diamonds and moon
we live the sweet moment.
The present i gave her for our first monthaversary On our first monthaversary i gave her some roses.
And she gave me a star.
Our love star.

And sometimes, i dream of her...

Do you want a song?
Thin waist, wide thighs,
Where you has left shame rogue.
School of love you has mastered from childhood
And from you nowhere to me not to get to.
By cherries of a lip slanting alluring
And I burn with the desire whole as though in a fog.
In slow dance interlace of a hand,
You elapse in enchanting sorrow.
And exhale an exciting smell,
Windpipe compressing panthers clutches.
Wait that shall merge in magic coition
And we shall shudder in single inspiration.
Yet recently we were another's,
Happiness we for a long time have deserved.
In long sleepless night lonely,
In slumbers agonizing suspense fathomless deep.
How many will be prolonged our fervent dance,
Blaze bashful and passionate blush,
Shiver runs on a soft body,
And moves apart premonitions limits.