Posts Tagged ‘poems and poetries’

07.9
15

Sung Poetry

by yudaica2013 ·

My Beard 17/05/10 Beard/Beard/My Beard grows in such way that until I am surprised. I taste to make affection and to hear one barulinho that cause chill. I am a little half prophet, different taste of things where little people if understand. But I do not bind for the others, I have my gostos/very Natural Ideal Dreams/Arrest myself in vegetables and am vaiajndo. (Waiting/Waiting 3X) (Somebody calls me 3X). Beard/Beard/My Beard grows in such way that until I am surprised. I taste to make affection and to hear one barulinho that cause chill.

I am a little half prophet, different taste of things where little people if understand. – Notrevew makes favor, comes soon please! Somebody calls me goes to take care of, has something decides to it what I can make to it? But I finish well travelling cosando my beard descalso in the t-shirt stairs ermuda regatta di curtinha you arriving the neighbor charging me question that I only know to answer but I finish travelling and I do not answer the questions of said it, I form track more my joy I am to make my writing to write history and to create songs is the minhadireo. I go even so I go dormiramanh I have more things to create I cannot consume me more your look I invite me it I am, exactly I go more here lies down and amanheo to me to sing.: Beard/Beard My Beard grows of, parapapa for Pope will pararar. . Weverton Notrevew

06.29
15

Poetry

by yudaica2013 ·

If one day will be sad, Not if it discourages It leaves to roll in the eyes a tear, heart one prece and the mouth a poetry Therefore the ones are not cowards that cry for love, But yes the ones that they from fear do not love crying. The ways of the life do not take me as I wanted. The roads of my heart Make as many curves. I cover the way of the solitude, Desperate, sad, inconsolvel. I do not know what to make, the sky fell down on me, the world gave the coasts to me. The fear of the walked one, the fear of looking at pra front, consumes me to Everything. It does not have nobody looking at for me possessed me to the egoism.

My friend is pain. As the ways of the life are obscure. As we are egoistic in as much fondness. How not to fear? The abysses that wait in them. How to dream? If to each step it has a rock and in each flower, a thorn. When and as we will reach the true happiness EWALD KOCH

10.7
12

Roberto Carlos

by yudaica2013 ·

To speak of Roberto Carlos is to describe the pragmatic romantismo that its songs exhale in air. Its voice candy and purely human being tames the hearts. The subtility of expressing is something unquestionable. A man who marked innumerable generations later and will mark more and. A proud Brazilian talent. Likeable Roberto Carlos.

A man, singer, composer, romantic and loving of the art of poematizar the life. The destination chose Robert Carlo to fulfill a love mission. Robert the king of Brazilian music. An artist who lives of the art to move, as it would say: ' ' they are as much emoes' '. The romantic language of clean Robert the soul Simply Roberto Carlos On behalf of the humanity I thank its contribution for world-wide art. Its dom is a gift for that it has the chance to hear the diverse entoados lyricisms. Bravely Robert the emblematic Brazilian voice.