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Thursday, January 18, 2007

Your Odor


Ah! How much it is sweet!
Ah! How much it is beautiful!
There is nothing like it… whatever I open, I smell it… on my bed, I smell it… on my books…
Oh my love! Even on my hands… I smell you…

How much you are beautiful!
I turn always around while searching! Feeling your presence every second…
I smell you… and your odor never ends…
And there is no one in the world that have it, even if they put the same perfume…
My love… I never leave the card you sent… I read your words again and again everyday…
Baby… I love you…

Monday, January 15, 2007

The Book Of Our Days


I love you… a word or words…
It may reach the one million time soon… and nor the book is filled; neither we feel it enough…
It is like a crescendo reaction… as soon as we start it never ends…
I love you… I repeat it now…
I love you… I repeat it again…
Every time I want that you know it… while I know that you completely know and feel it…
My love… that day changed everything… the world is always the same, but I’m no more the same man…
Life with you has a real taste… with it tears and laughs… with everything…
I like life with you… or even, there is no spirit to life without you…
I like it, and I like to have more and more days…
Because everyday I gain now is a beauty… a love… a peace… but specially a life… a real life…

Near To Me


There is no one way to say you are away…
As if you exist in my neuronal centers… you know when I turn right, when I turn left…
You know what I think… what I want to think…
You know that I’m always thinking about you… about us…
I see you everywhere… your smell never leaves me… your breath my dear, is always near to me…
I remember you in every situation and whatever I’m doing…
As the last days were cold, I look at you with this feeling… I want to remove my jacket to put it on you…
You know my love… I see you even if I close my eyes…
Your fingerprints are still on my body… you know, my neurons guarded the memory of every touch… I can wake it up every moment…
Here I’m trying to say that I’m in control of everything… but this is not true… they are auto generated as my heart beats with no one order…
My love, I want to cry in the majority of moments… but I always remember that all this is because I love you and you do too… suddenly a smile is drawn on my face…
I love you and I miss you Marwa…