Sbi Unit Plus Iii Pension

a painful memory ... full of love came the Fairy

was the November 2005 ... and yet it seems a century has passed ...
every time I re-read my words, memories and feelings resurfaced bullies still give emotions that dance between the beautiful and the brut to ... between sweet and bitter ...
tonight I would like to share my "place" anything ... I gave a salute to my life partner, my one and only love, at the moment of painful separation, addressed by both, the entrance to a operating room where his heart waiting to be rescued from the hands of man and the will of God, and where we put all our hopes for a common path forward

MAN OF MY HEART


Eyes of my heart,
dyed green,
last look,
intense and combative,
where the immensity
is lost in the small coterie

body.
Mouth of my heart,
tinted pink with a hint

sad, last and proud, in a grimace

between smiles and tears and
prey to the uncertain,
imminent.
Heart of my heart,
dyed red,
where a greeting,
painful and hot flashes and chills

hope that one
a serious go
but a happy return.
Man of my heart,
painted white,

only joy of my soul crushed,
where love
marks at every step
giant footsteps
on concrete slabs.