MY DEAR FRIEND (28)

A SHORT STORY.


A mother had six children.
The first five rose and went,
And forgot theirs mother.
The sixth, dumb, was the most loved.


There are others similar,
But between all, the dumb is preferred.
His mother knew him, better as he knew himself.
Because a great honesty united them.


However storms and distances split them,
The wide spaces, frightened them not.
The pet child returned to his mother,
For defend her, from all which could destroy her.


Undersigns: A mother like above.


Label: LOVE and affection for those that have been forgotten

MY DEAR FRIEND (27)

THE SILENCE'S BALLADE


A wise writer,Spencer, said:
The silence is gold.
I believe and I always believed it,
Since by means of it, were created the world's masterpieces:


The great loves, inscribed in versus,
As the fruit of longing, tears and love;
The recognition of the lost freedoms
In the oppressed peoples' history;


Just as my insistent call,
In the light city of this century,
Even in my birth month,
In view of a decisive step for poor people.


So my dear friend,
I think you will be convinced,
That our long separation,
Also will be a fruit of silence.


Signatory: A Representative of silence.


Label: LOVE in general and love for oppressed people in particular.

MY DEAR FRIEND( 26)

LOVE LIKE A SUN.

Like the marvelous sun,

Which fades and hides in clouds,

Each LOVE does the same,

When come some obstacles.

But a genuine LOVE,

Must not hide itself,

Like a powerful sun,

For, it is not twofold.

That for, LOVE is wished

Otherwise as a sun:

Not to disappear,

Like a praised jewel.

So, I will be pleased,

To hear the LOVE’S songs,

Often, as its pictures,

Along to a sweet life.

Signature: An advising woman

Label : LOVE

MY DEAR FRIEND (25)

THE JOY FOR SEEING AGAIN.

You don't know how glad I am,
For seeing you again,
In the most dear picture,
As melancholic King.

I multiplied your face,
And you became a painting,
What will delight the mornings,
Of my far sicknesses.

You are my chosen music,
Which will accompany me,
When crying, I will wait for,
The world's kids joy.

About me, you must know,
That joy is what I wait for,
Having the doors open,
For world's poor people.

It will be a great feast,
To tell you what I picked up,
For those dear to us.
Then my kiss will be hot.

Undersigns: The news of a spokeswoman.


Label: LOVE and Love for poor people.

MY DEAR FRIEND (24)

MY DEAR FRIEND (24)

HOW IS A SELECTED MUSIC???

It is like the red rose,
As a longing's tear,
As a loved man's kiss,
As a loved being's embrace.

As water in desert,
As rest after tiredness,
As light in darkness
As realty after hope.

As a tortured soul's food,
As a caress in lock-up,
As a forgiveness after punishment,
As a love's return after losing it.

An unknown infatuated