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Mi poesia es viento, sol y mar, a veces se llueve o hay temporal, en mis ojos lo notaras, el sur es mi presente continuo, mi corazón late al compas de la salvaje naturaleza, nada por descubrir que no este inmerso y verde en mis venas, tinta que chapotea en cuanto charco hay, y que se expande inundando universos que no conoceré
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Complimentissimi poetessa.
Un caro saluto,silvia
Aplaudo tu sensible poesía, dedicada a la mujer que no sabe que está viva.
Abrazo inmenso
Un abrazo.
Because deep inside these 12 words is a "secret signal" that triggers a man's impulse to love, look after and care for you with all his heart...
12 Words Who Trigger A Man's Desire Instinct
This impulse is so hardwired into a man's mind that it will drive him to work harder than ever before to love and admire you.
In fact, triggering this all-powerful impulse is so binding to having the best ever relationship with your man that as soon as you send your man one of these "Secret Signals"...
...You'll soon notice him open his soul and heart for you in a way he haven't experienced before and he will perceive you as the only woman in the galaxy who has ever truly attracted him.
Un beso en verso.
Gracias
Isaac
Muy buen video, me gustaron los poemas.
Que maravilla cuando la técnica se pone al servicio del disfrute del Arte.
Un abrazo grande