Sunday, August 9, 2009

Reversing Pancreas Damage




I am dedicated to love and create you,
continually prowling damn idea of \u200b\u200bthe poet to the core of his soul is stripped of disgust of loneliness and humanity.

A poet who is haunted by Emily The Strange, in your area roll tunes of all kinds, but which can only be those that disturb the conscience of the traditional states of memory.

A poet who desire such as reading the pace of life, love, wisdom, anguish we experience now and imaginary tranquility out of our hands .

A poet for the warmth of a beach that is kind of whispering names brought across the sea, a poet that gets into the mind and always possibilities undreamed recreated in the limbo of anxiety and reality.

A poet of chocolates, sweets and songs that you question his fascination with the deities that shows her, he did not know and they know if they are true.

A poet I want in my hands and eyes to delight in reading, a poet who comes to me like someone is about to discover the best spot before now so imperceptible subtle desire and passion to achieve awakening.

For you, a young poet a bit of my trouble and need you.