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Aldo Kraas
Aldo Kraas
(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)
Aldo Kraas Poems
| 361. | You Will Be All Right | 3/5/2007 |
| 362. | In The Midnight Hour | 3/14/2007 |
| 363. | You Are Here | 3/15/2007 |
| 364. | Something | 3/15/2007 |
| 365. | Mockingbird | 3/15/2007 |
| 366. | Downtown | 3/16/2007 |
| 367. | All I Want Is You | 3/16/2007 |
| 368. | Self Destruction | 2/7/2007 |
| 369. | In God We Trust | 2/9/2007 |
| 370. | Angel Of The Real | 2/9/2007 |
| 371. | Ice Tea | 2/9/2007 |
| 372. | Wheat Fields | 2/10/2007 |
| 373. | To The Brothers Fields | 2/10/2007 |
| 374. | Sea Of Chocolate | 2/10/2007 |
| 375. | You Said Good Bye | 2/10/2007 |
| 376. | Wallet | 2/11/2007 |
| 377. | Womem Of The Life | 2/12/2007 |
| 378. | Much, Much More | 2/12/2007 |
| 379. | Is It Love? | 2/12/2007 |
| 380. | Scriblings | 2/12/2007 |
| 381. | Black Ink | 2/12/2007 |
| 382. | Chain | 2/13/2007 |
| 383. | Knowing You | 2/13/2007 |
| 384. | Solitary Devil | 2/13/2007 |
| 385. | This Is Me | 2/15/2007 |
| 386. | Chanson D'Amour | 2/15/2007 |
| 387. | Padre | 2/16/2007 |
| 388. | Love Then | 2/16/2007 |
| 389. | Beautiful Lady | 2/17/2007 |
| 390. | You Only Have | 2/17/2007 |
| 391. | Passionate Letters | 2/17/2007 |
| 392. | Take A Look Past The Smile And See The Tears | 2/17/2007 |
| 393. | The Secret Of Flight | 2/18/2007 |
| 394. | Does Any One Care? | 2/7/2007 |
| 395. | Seems Like Yesterday | 2/7/2007 |
| 396. | This Look | 2/7/2007 |
| 397. | Illusion | 2/7/2007 |
| 398. | Cigars | 2/7/2007 |
| 399. | Chalk Soil | 2/7/2007 |
| 400. | Amore | 2/7/2007 |
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Best Poem of Aldo Kraas
Day Of The Dead
Today is the day of the dead here at home
Because it was declared today the day of the dead
By Toronto mayor Robert Ford
And some people are mourning their lose today
Because they lost somebody this week
And the others are remembering their loved ones here at home
But I see the tears coming down from their faces at the same time that Some people are mourning and others are remembering their loved ones
Gothic
I burn my past
The blood that is running from my cut
I drink it
Like a devil in the dark
What devil am I?
The Gothic devil
I survive drinking my own blood
I have no shame anymore
I am the Gothic devil
your really good and pleas selected me as you friend
http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beggar-on-the-street/ Is a Very good poem...It Is so in depth that I can see The beggar in my Mind going about His futile Existance....With No one to care.....