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Today I saw God, Lying on a sidewalk in the open It's freezing. Today I saw God, With a can in his hand, Asking for a piece of bread. Today I saw God, Right around the corner, selling his body. For a little comfort Today I saw God, He wasn't nailed to a cross, He was dying in the SUS line. Today I saw God, and he cried, As you look at the earth and see your children If they kill for nothing. Today I saw God, And you, Can you see it, too?

There's poetry from the beginning, amid the unknown: Rise and shine. Difficulties? I don't know... There's poetry on the way remembered by the songbook, in prose - verse - part - whole Do you have any obstacles? Nice and easy. There is poetry in battle: sweat on the forehead, minds to fight; accuses cunning intelligence Big problems? A medal... There's poetry in the decline free fall, delayed: The winged step. Serious cases? Exquisite soldier... In every observation intelligent or insightful, It includes tales, voracious sound. More poetry? The conclusion! Alberto Busquets.

Day 208 Veneration In the light that does not overshadow, but involves, Raise your figure, intense and full. You are the altar that time does not dissolve, The soul in prayer, in quiet peace. Every step of yours echoes in silence, Like a breeze that invades the temple. You are the perfume of belonging, Mark presence, contact, example. Veneration is the curve in elevation, It is surrendering to what is greater, sublime. You are the reflection of holy devotion, Let the unholy truth redeem. Eder B. Jr.

Will the green of your eyes ever fade away? I can't believe in such cold fate, but in hopes and dreams I may. As youth swirls in the mist and age phases in, strength abandons your fists and light starts to dim; remember the golden days your body ever had and you'll see that now you face a better time instead: when knowledge and wit allied can build more complex things and time is at your side and wisdom fills your being. You see, beauty is not lost, but a change has truly occurred. And for some years' cost you'll be more beautiful than you ever were! The green light in your eyes won't fade because through them you can see eternal youth that is made from the green light you shine on me. Alberto Busquets.

Introvert. They look at me and say ♪ That I'm stuck ♪ I even look dumb. But the truth is I speak little and watch a lot, I watch everything. I watch you there. Trying to look cool, If you find the one, the big man In your strange need Acceptance, self-assertion. Don't get me wrong, That's not normal for me. The normal thing is to be real, loyal To be honest and true Even if you don't like it the whole group; Even if the joke comes out At the inappropriate moment, Even if it's misunderstood Misinterpreted, rejected Still, it'll be me Imperfect, Introspective, inverted Converted but not convinced Just me.

That moment of love between sisters From "Carriage Under Heaven: the Story of Duda & David"

The Forgotten In a world of intense magic, where three moons reign and approach the planet Kalimares to maintain life, the forgotten seeks, with no clues and loneliness, to know who it is and why it was in an unawakened forest. Would you still be able to live in this scenario a seemingly predestined romance, following a path full of adventures and encounters with beings that you could never imagine existed? ASIN : B0CSJC8NVZ Publisher : Literary; 1st edition (16 January 2024) Language : Portuguese File size: 1881 KB Text Reading : Enabled Screen Reader : Compatible Font Configuration : Enabled Vocabulary Tips : Not enabled Number of pages : 358 pages

Time does not pass lightly With that heavy distance. Did the clock lose its hands? Has the hourglass been emptied? I follow, smelling it; I'm chasing the longing. I follow, following straight: I want this union awaited! From the time, I will find the gatekeeper; From the edge, I'll get rid of the weariness. In the river that passion runs all over I will sail until there is no way out: In this and any other life I'll only dock in your arms!

Day 207 Cuddle With your embrace in cold afternoon, Wool blanket and tenderness. Lets out a laughter that caresses, And dissolves any bitterness Your presence is mild and calm, Where the heart finds shelter. You are the refuge that embraces the soul, Every little crack in life. Cuddle, it's the soft light, It warms up without exaggerating. Home where the voice sends us, Always come back to rest. Eder B. Jr.

I wish to translate In words that make sense Let them express everything I feel Everything I can't talk about In my inability to communicate I write to myself in every verse Line by line I express myself This is my version of the world It's nothing too deep. I translate, You play me Some people say that. It's being a poet.

From my window I watch A delicate little flower ♪ Floored by life withering ♪ Abandoned in the sun to dry In the heat of a hard sidewalk. There's no hope for that flower Life is hard and the hard days But she fights and still resists With its weak roots To the open despite the pain. I can hear your whining from here For not being born in that garden Between the roses and the beautiful Jasmine Where the grass is always greener Where the flowers are well planted And with all love are cared for The gardener always watered. Oh, what luck are those flowers? The white, red, yellow Showing off your perfume and colors They were born just to be beautiful So successful they How could you not compare yourself? While the little flower dries Beg the wind to carry Your little seeds Let the gardener deliver them May your destiny be different They deserve to live fully. But you can't fool the little flower Coming to a conclusion: In this cold concrete jungle the gardens are an exception Little flowers still die And many will still dry. The world has no more time She doesn't fool herself after all, Everybody's always running Slaves of survival Your lord is the capital.

Poetry Instincts Unplanned poetry, which reflects moments, as if all feelings were exposed at the time they bubbled. Because they are not intended for publication, when conceived, although they seem to have no connection with each other, following a chronological sequence, they reflect the constant changes of sensations of the author. The expectation is that your words can reach identification and somehow touch the reader to also feel or think together instinctively. Product details ASIN B0DD4GDJ3N Editora Literunico; 1st edition (17 October 2024) Language English File size 104550 KB Unenabled text reading Font Configuration Not enabled Unenabled vocabulary tips

The encounter of my skin with the sheet. The mismatch of my skin with my clothes. Meetings From the texture of my hair, on your lips Of my moaning of pleasure, in the silence of the room From your gland, in my lap Nestling, Your ass, I'm groping. Eat and take my hunger in yours. Blow up and implode me While our tensions They crumble between my legs. Eliz Leo

More than repair, It was lucky to find you. From the sweet shock From our furs. From the Intrinsic mixture, Our smells. Seal your soul to mine, Like nature, What a pervade Our moves. As ours Genetics mix, In the swirl of the curls, From our pelvis, Holding me in a hug, And letting go of me, The desire you feel. Drink out of my life, Like me, I vibrate yours. For you, always, I'm naked, I'm yours. Eliz Leo

My tongue finds your secrets, Your skin, my map of sensations. The heat that the sheet no longer hides It is heat that is born in our frictions. I get lost feeling your chill, Where silence echoes in groans. Your pores speak more than words, And sweat seals our senses. Between my impulse and your kisses, Our apex erupts Inside you I implode, And we remake ourselves in the same breath. Eder B. Jr. Answer inspired by Eliz Leo

My power is to lose No matter the effort We can always lose Nothing is guaranteed here. pepper, clove, açaí the team I twist all connected or off There's always a loss The thread, the sense, the dream sleeping or waking a chance to suffer Here I shoot, there I put But I know someday As Grandma Maria said — You'll lose! Edu Liguori

>> Eruption (FREE Content) When the feather joins the clouds Much of what's been told if it goes But the stones thrown by Jenny As I wish, that needed were no longer The eighth floor might even be plausible. In the face of horrors and nightmares But no one is worthy of crucifixion Much less the victims, than invariably They suffer from pointed fingers and villain's looks There are things that change slowly Others never change Man's failure lies in belief To think you're too perfect to miss The houses and letters of the castle fall The plantations dry and contaminate the soil Evil endures and resides hidden Living where protection was most expected And steals the little pieces from dreams Leaving the drawings meaningless Distributing lying versions ♪ That suck all the taste ♪ In the end the bodies decline on the battlefield Leaving lessons by few seized And with guns always in hand No pity at the eruption

Day 206 ♪ I'm in love ♪ You are a beacon of virtue in the storm, Light that guides the errant to the truth. You are the fruit that time feeds, The harvest of goodness. You're not the short, fleeting laugh, But the pulsar that fills the chest. You are harmony, what the soul does, By following what is just and right. Eudaimonia, you are fullness, The encounter of being with its essence. You are of life the sweetest breadth, The molded virtue of patience. Eder B. Jr.