How Should You Wear Satin Pants

looked in the mirror. In his face had the remnants of the bitterness experienced in fifteen years of absence. Miss your home, remember its green landscapes and child games at home there by the lake. It was just an unfortunate more in foreign country, it might be better back and give up this quixotic adventure that only left her frustrations. Without money to undertake the return was filed in the police station. The next day he traveled as a deportee.

RETURN

Mountains looming in the distance frame the landscape

place where once had to help

in the hard work of the old.

The bright blue sky

in the waters of the lake reflects

and the walls of a dilapidated old house

lie on the floor.

flowers that stand in the meadow which make

impressionist painting a picture that is treat for the eye,

a tired traveler coming.

Joyful feels when contemplating

a sidewalk, which saw it grow,

and so finally I would like

rest in his beloved homeland.

Emigrante that once

to leave their land by a twist of fate,

again today as

wandering pilgrim to leave but never moved away:

Because it brings marked

en la cara

las huellas que mostraban el camino...

del retorno que cada día soñara.

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Imagen: Embalse de la Copa

Toca - Boyacá

Carbohydrates In Skoal

EMIGRANT LIFE REFLECTIONS

Mirar hacia atrás, en la vida, es como contemplar un sereno manantial en cuyas aguas se reflect the lived moments throughout the years. Every moment is like we are hitting a holy day to day in the leaves of our own album, which opened from time to time to leaf through loving and nostalgia from the first page, saved but not forgotten.

REFLECTIONS

For the children God has given me

and laughter I hear from a distance,

by fond memories of my parents and the wise

peal of his advice.

By the sun that appears in the morning

and light gives us every day,

by a sincere hug from my brother

and warm fraternal harmony.

On the serene flight of birds

and quiet I find in his chirping,

by the murmur of the brook clear

and the song of its waters to pass.

For flowers

aroman trails and drunk my senses with joy, the sensible

kiss my beloved

and peace that it gives his company.

For the hand that befriends

voice and encouraged me along the way,

by the eternal love of God the Father

and lantern light like my destiny:

Looking back I understand

that really, it's worth ...

I lived!

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Image: Reflections

Serafin Romero

Hentie Vegeta And Bulma

"Already in the chapel, on a table in mourning, dressed in white grosgrain and lying in the coffin, his face showed some sublime resignation. The light of candles shining on his forehead and on his broad smooth eyelids projecting the shadow of the lashes on the cheeks: those pale lips seemed to have frozen while trying to smile, could believe that "(...) even encouraged Jorge Isaacs, Colombian writer's novel Mary 1837-1895. I wrote the following verses to remember the sad ending of the protagonist in this unforgettable story of love.

BLANCA ROSA

was an angel from heaven, that sweet honey,

lacked any touch her fresh beauty,

was not suffering or bitterness or complaints

and his gait was a song of graceful figure.

wanted their ardent love hearts,

many mouths kept a kiss content;

all men

passions aroused and it was like a rose that has never been caught.

was unique among all the flowers that gave

in spring green, bright petals;

subtle aromas wind blew and fell

serene in eager lips.

The beauty and she joined the loop

of innocent looks and candid laughter;

fragile doll in her lap virginal

dreamed of loving hands caressing.

But as fate, who consumes everything,

that this delicate butterfly wings

lost his charm, his grace and perfume,

sadly leaving their troubles forgotten.

Without even a goodbye without a farewell,

it was the white rose, pure the lips, forever

staying in bed asleep

between bitter cries and silent spells ...

that mark the route of his fatal game.

It was the white rose, that of the pure lips!

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Image: Madame Henriot

Renoir 1876