MAKING SOUL
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FOR ANITA his father Francisco Italian-Contino
Shiatsuka Cuba-La Habana, Cuba, ...
FOR ANITA
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YOU ARE A VERY PRETTY GIRL
BUT YOU ARE NOT LIKE THE OTHER LITTLE GIRL YOU ARE A LITTLE
RARE
DAUGHTER OF LOVE YOU ARE YOU ARE A DAUGHTER OF YEMAYA
YEMAYA YOU ARE YOU ARE A DAUGHTER OF DAUGHTER OF LOVE
AND HAVE THIS VERY PRETTY THINGS IN THE EYES HAVE
ESTRELLITAS
THE MOUTH YOU HONEY
Dulcito IN THE SKIN YOU PERFUME PERFUME
ROSITA HAVE CHEST FULL Sweetheart
MIL BESITOS PARA TODOS TUS Amorcitos
IN THE BACK AND IF YOU HAVE WINGS
WANT ONE DAY YOU CAN FLY TO THE SKY AS A BIRD IN THE FEET HAVE
Caracolito
AND IF ONE DAY YOU WANT
SWIM IN THE RIVER AS A HEAD Pescadito
HAVE DREAMS AND IF ONE DAY YOU WANT
FIND THE LOVE YOU WANT
YOU ARE A VERY PRETTY GIRL BUT ARE NOT
AS ALL THE OTHER LITTLE GIRL YOU ARE A LITTLE
RARE LOVE YOU'RE DAUGHTER DAUGHTER
Yemaya Yemaya YOU ARE A DAUGHTER OF DAUGHTER OF LOVE
CONTINO
FRANCISCO ITALIAN-CUBAN SHIATSUKA
franciscocontino@yahoo.es
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Alba Text Camejo-La Habana, Cuba .. .. Meeting
She woke up very early, uneasy, as if every cell of your body vibrate differently than the usual. He tried to make the daily routine, but could not coordinate their movements, was clumsy and had to repeat over and over that normally to mechanically, without activating the neurons.
used to dress a long time, no clothes seemed appropriate for the moment, and wondered what was happening. Soon found the answer: he arrived. Their bodies came together in an embrace that had dimension of eternity, where everyone took control of another. From that moment
the rest of the world disappeared and there were only them, cast in an aura, sharing all manner of caresses, sighs ... They found each other the best of themselves, little by little, shared teaspoons of life, slowly and drank to the last sip without wasting anything, feeding the most spirits and bodies.
Time passed .... How much? Impossible to calculate, could be a lot or just a moment, that served to revive: vital, happy, beautiful.
talk much, just enough and no farewell or promises, to separate, said: THANKS! Alba
Camejo
2011/02/24
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Yuladis Rodriguez Batista
yrodriguez@rzm.moa.minbas.cu
------------------ -------------- Hi Ludovico and Iskra
Today I had the pleasure to meet you through photos through your wonderful site. I really enjoyed visiting the site continue. Thank you for sending your messages that really nourish the soul and purpose flaunt their community.
I am someone who writes modestly few minutes and likes to share with friends, as I have in 5tavenida, I write for adults but I love it, well, children's literature and work with them while not exercising teaching profession, I will share with you my writings and friends if they wish, and here I am with open arms to flow through them inexorably warmth other arms friends.
sincerely for my writing friends
TO MEASURE MY LOVE
If you're going to measure my love,
do not measure my kisses,
or by the repeated phrases when Levite,
not measure my love with the smell of my hair,
Measure it with renewed vigor I want to give you,
by the long silence that evoke when resting on your chest, if you can measure it
to look
I lose when I try to tell you I love you and no I say. Measures
my love with your questions,
over time we have not, for the written word
open chest,
and retained and subject to you.
I thank you from this land red which is our great city, Moa.
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Oropesa Massiel Rodriguez sent us this text you, "from the heart-
nomina@eipi.ca.hidro.cu
------------- Nori
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That evening promised to be very pleasant, we were going to the cottage where we expected a group of friends of the family to celebrate Mom's birthday.
The ride through the hilly made the trip was exciting, the clouds seemed to touch the tops of steep mountains and animals in a pasture were of an extreme beauty. Cows and horses grazing peacefully, and in the distance a group of doves adorned the blue sky.
grasslands gave a light green credit a very tender grass that goats grazed very quiet, undeterred by the noise of our car.
After two hours of travel, we reached the house, paperback by others, resembled an American-style cabin according to my grandfather he was with thick trunks and wooden floor, large outward that everyone liked. Nearby
were the stables and corrals had pigs and goats in the barn very nice to be multiplied easily.
Just beyond the prepared poultry fine for the chickens lay their eggs, which of course are always many, many young chicks too.
We got home, and after drinking fruit juice, I told my parents to give a ride.
Soon I put on my clothes and I field the task of traveling the place which I loved, where he enjoyed the company of boys from the neighboring farm and my favorite pet, a beautiful red goat and white spots which I named Nori, to which very young nursed, and petted a lot, as my dad always said.
Every weekend at the cottage was a new adventure and Nori was my favorite company. ....... .......
Nori Nori.
I called and was not, I went to the house for help because my friend Nori adventure was not there.
walked the shed, corrals and stables, but she was not, and the kitchen smelled the distinctive flavor of our country kitchen, the barbeque I saw something that looked like the roasted gave ay there hanging on a hook that skin .....
My sadness is noted for when my mom saw my face I was scared because he was very pale, and soon I passed out.
When I woke up around me was my dad and the doctor looked at me with your best smile.
Dad .... Nori is, I called and did not appear, I do not think that meat is grilled saw Nori, that hung near Reddish skin like hers. Papito
...... do not want my favorite girlfriend is our food ..... Swear
daddy, Swear she is not that my kid did not die. Dad
I replied that both he and I had come to just a few hours and was administrator for the crops. A shadow of doubt I thought I saw in his face.
The new administrator of the estate was unaware that Nori was for me not only my pet, was the friend that I was very young, sometimes slept in my mom's hidden room, which did not approve of animals within the house.
remember who was only days old when Santa brought me, as his mother died in childbirth and took care at home, always wanted her at home, with me in the fields, sueñoy hours if it was not for Mom I sat up on the table.
When you barely had a month and we got away from me and did not appear, either in the fields of cassava, or rice paddies or on the banks of the river, always accompanied me aba looking ferns that adornababamos home.
After a tireless search found it very asleep beside Lina Bitch cook who had six puppies almost the same size, was heated and curled as not to hear my calls.
It had always been my Nori ......
spent a good time and left me alone when I jumped out the window and went to the barn of cows and did not see in the horses either, she was always anywhere but in his yard, that the apparently did not like. Exhausted
and to search for Nori, I began to mourn.
Time passed without realizing it and getting dark, I suddenly felt the mighty hand of my father's shoulder, her soft voice always told me:
- Look what
bring you in his hands He wore a cute newborn goat and said
- is yours.
I said it was very nice but my Nori had no substitute, he could not ever want another equally.
A Nori Daddy gave him my love and care since he was a baby, drank the milk in my hand, I do not want someone just like Dad.
Dad said with a grin:
...... Ha ha if the mother of this cute little goat hear that you do not want it going to get wild with you.
When I raised my head to look at my Dad, then I saw, was right behind my Dad, with his red and white spots, my Nori, the goat of my dreams was to be released from the hands of Joseph the Administrator and run to me. The new kid was
daughter Nori, who was born the day before, nothing less than bare at the ranch for maize Joseph was watching, because since he came to the farm knew Nori was special and that the cook Lina said it was my favorite friend.
Nori and her daughter with me this weekend, the small is very much like. ****************************
sent from:
José Miguel R. Ortiz (iskra)
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