GOOD SUNDAY, FROM A GREETING POETRY OF LINA @@@@@@@ NOT A WOMAN TO WEEP.
There are women who walk against… a lifetime. There are women who have eyes as deep and unknown oceans… There are women who are dancing in silence its soul on a beach at sunset……. If you stop for a moment so you can surprise…. While struggling against your instincts… while doing their pain walking barefoot… facing waves that every sea are increasingly threatening…. There are women with their eyes photograph those beautiful but so fleeting moments where you feel embraced by….… Hoping to keep them alive and colorful forever…… .. if you open your eyes for a moment so you can observe while… disseminano crumbs of themselves along the way toward that train that lead away…. while shouting their anger against trembling glass house became a prison… .. smile while despair to those who would like to return to life as ever… There are women who have made a node for every tear their… hoping that someone arrivals than resolving…. Do not stop the heart of a woman…. Anything worth more… not make a woman cry…. Every tear is somewhat 'of herself that leaves… .. Do not expect it alone and afraid sitting on the border of loneliness……… and if you would love .. …… Really do with all yourself…. Stringila and proteggila…. Fight for her…. Weep with you… grant the most beautiful sunshine… Daily…. Always keep lit that light in his eyes…. That light is hope…… is love is pure spirit is…… wind is the most beautiful star Any night…
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GOOD SUNDAY, FROM A GREETING
POETRY OF LINA
@@@@@@@
NOT A WOMAN TO WEEP.
There are women who walk against… a lifetime.
There are women who have eyes as deep and unknown oceans…
There are women who are dancing in silence its soul on a beach at sunset……. If you stop for a moment so you can surprise…. While struggling against your instincts… while doing their pain walking barefoot… facing waves that every sea are increasingly threatening….
There are women with their eyes photograph those beautiful but so fleeting moments where you feel embraced by….… Hoping to keep them alive and colorful forever…… .. if you open your eyes for a moment so you can observe while… disseminano crumbs of themselves along the way toward that train that lead away…. while shouting their anger against trembling glass house became a prison… .. smile while despair to those who would like to return to life as ever…
There are women who have made a node for every tear their… hoping that someone arrivals than resolving…. Do not stop the heart of a woman…. Anything worth more… not make a woman cry…. Every tear is somewhat 'of herself that leaves… .. Do not expect it alone and afraid sitting on the border of loneliness……… and if you would love .. …… Really do with all yourself…. Stringila and proteggila…. Fight for her…. Weep with you… grant the most beautiful sunshine… Daily…. Always keep lit that light in his eyes…. That light is hope…… is love is pure spirit is…… wind is the most beautiful star
Any night…
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