I rememeber.
Poema publicado el 07 de Junio de 2013
I remember, I remember are the first words of a book.
I remember, I remember thinking in her lips, in her lovely voice at noon,In her wonderful hair, and the warming of her words talking about me,And hers sweet gestures that invited me to travel around the entire world,In her face at the morning that talked to me about how the happiness looks.I remember, I remember watching her pretty hands and listen to her voice at the same time,I remember another day walking to my house to see a program at the television very famous, Sincerely, I remember scaping faster from my work to see that TV show, it was really very nice. I even remember to my little cat in the morning asking for food, I think it likes hunger and sad.
I remember everything, the streets, and the peoples saying hello, how are you, are you ok sir, I remember, I remember talking about anything at the market, the weather or the newspaper,Also remember cooking my food and later on thinking in her marvelous body and the stars,I remember you very well; the question already today is, why don’t you ever ask?
Author: Jorge Serra Colina.
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Poema publicado el 07 de Junio de 2013
I remember, I remember are the first words of a book.
I remember, I remember thinking in her lips, in her lovely voice at noon,In her wonderful hair, and the warming of her words talking about me,And hers sweet gestures that invited me to travel around the entire world,In her face at the morning that talked to me about how the happiness looks.I remember, I remember watching her pretty hands and listen to her voice at the same time,I remember another day walking to my house to see a program at the television very famous, Sincerely, I remember scaping faster from my work to see that TV show, it was really very nice. I even remember to my little cat in the morning asking for food, I think it likes hunger and sad.
I remember everything, the streets, and the peoples saying hello, how are you, are you ok sir, I remember, I remember talking about anything at the market, the weather or the newspaper,Also remember cooking my food and later on thinking in her marvelous body and the stars,I remember you very well; the question already today is, why don’t you ever ask?
Author: Jorge Serra Colina.
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