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L.A Barboza Poems
Thank You Mom
With a lion's rage, I will fight to the end. I will be the mage, The one that makes magic to have his best friend.
For A Moment
Love is real, To every man and woman reading this. If it was a thing not to feel, Then why did you keep reading it.
Looking at old chats, And regretting all the fights. Feeling your heart bounce, When she said you were worth,
Back To The Well
The book of the past, Is gone. The book of the present, Stands before me.
Just Not To Say Goodbye
Go back to the deep realms, Where you belong, And play the song, And sing it for whatever time long.
Wish On The Well
Sparks fly, Between little traces of blinking stars. Light flies, Between the deep shine of the gloomy sky.
I have been one conjugated with the night. I have played all alone at the park. I have left it all in the past.
Comments about L.A Barboza
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Thank You Mom
With a lion's rage,
I will fight to the end.
I will be the mage,
The one that makes magic to have his best friend.
A golden shadow,
Has been the fights.
You act like a widow,
A strong might.
I will bring bronze silver and gold,
From heaven's streaming shore.
I will bring rubies diamonds and esmeralds,
From the deepest mines of the interminable sky.
I will bring the buried treasures,
Of the deepest pond.
I will bring the whole world,
Just to get your love.
I have seen shooting stars pass by,
The dark, gloomy sky.