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Mil virtudes



MIL VIRTUDES

El encontró en su corazón mil virtudes
La primera un corazón lleno de amor
Al fijar su mirada en la suya descubrió
Que la más grande de estas era la ternura
Mas una gran nostalgia que le invadía
El Interior, se aceleraban las neuronas
Forzando tal situación, choques de células
Se escuchaba la repetición de estos
Reclamos ficticios donde el humo del cigarro
Llega hacia sus orificios, y la palabra bella!
Sacando ha flote sus sentimientos que salían
Hacia el exterior de su cuerpo donde el amor
Era siempre un cuadro re-pintado, y un bendito
Lamento que amenazaba con continuar
Un silencio que de pronto le Invadía
Y la sangre corría por las venas
Mientras le pensaba bajo ese día
Que se encontraba completamente nublado
Algunas horas de alegría otras tantas
El le había llorado, Imaginar la futura fotografía
Amor y melancolía, serios reclamos
Solamente una forma de continuar en una
Escena donde el amor jugaba el papel
Más Importante, en esa escenografía desafiante
Aun así reconocía aquella su virtud
Una doncella que sonreía aun en medio
De sus olas de furia masculinas trayendo
Consigo la quietud momentánea, mientras que el
Amenazantemente le robaban su sonrisa
Se marcaban sus muecas, sin embargo
Encontró en aquella la última de sus virtudes
La más grande virtud que le hacia perder la razón
La virtud de una doncella sencilla y fiel
Aun que para el, el único color que existía
Era aquel negro que marcaban aquellas
Horas más amargas de su propia melancolía.


Autora y Escritora: Ana Pelayo.
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Submitted on August 20, 2014

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My name is Ana Pelayo, I was born in Autlan City in the the State of Jalisco Mexico to Florentino and Paz Pelayo by September 1st,1971.I strongly believe that I was born to be a poet, for I love poetry and enjoy writing poems, I wish to get close to the people's heart and give them a little bit of my knowledge as poet, for I believe that many of us we can write and think about the beautifully things that we can do, but not all of us can be a poet, Some of us we are trying to express our feelings and that's very good we think that poetry will come up later, but I do think that some of us we were born to be poets. I feel it, I live it, I think it, I have it, and It is into my veins,and I loved. I know I was born to be a poet! Mom, many thanks for taking me to school every morning and for teaching me the principles of life, love and respect. My book is dedicated to both of you,the ones I love, Miss: Paz Pelayo and Mr: Pelayo my lovely Parents, I love you! Also I dedicate this book of poems to my husband Mr: Jose Salazar and my children for they are my other treasures, I love you all! I thank God for letting me know how much I love you now when I am alive, when I am here and I have all of you close to me. Asking God to protect and bless you all,Ana Pelayo. more…

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