rosalinda flores rosevoc

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After conquest
The feeling of stars are flashing above me.
And that full moon gazing
Is offered to me right by your hands.
...

When you love, you don't think of anything grand,
But what good might be for the beloved
What makes them happy
How close they stand with God.
...

A fresh new day for us to go
Anew with chores, clear up the woes
Dear God we lift our cares and strife
Again, begin momentous life
...

Dear Photographs, you make me cry, sobs of joy or grief because you don't talk and you let me remember vivid life
Worst than nightmares, like riding a roller coaster or a crazy horse
The emotions seize you a spell, a well of tears far beyond your everyday errands
Cardboards and chipped papers, black or white, colored
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Close to me,
Silent in touch,
Ever mine.
Quietly,
...

Rigid and unpredictable, I

could not halt the teaching
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We sat in the couch seeing
through the glass windows,
through the fire in the garden
ablaze in orange color.
...

The glitter of the soil grows perfumed grasses
and some yellow shrubs, like soft gold.

Is it a miracle of glow from heaven that in
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In his aging ways frail
Raised the Blessed Sacrament in the altar
I sang Tantum Ergo
Hail Christ the King!
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There is a point in your life when love becomes a summon
The surge of love affairs
When you have to choose
Between two, three or four lovers -
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'Be still and know that I am God! '

When all the questions arise
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In this life, there are no rules for death
Only rules for life.

Birth seeks new adventures
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46 Degrees Celsius

It is the month of flowers,
summer past the cruelest month.
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Do you need to be circumcised?
Is faith enough?
Such are your ponderings that remind me of my brothers
the boys to the bloodline.
...

My reverie gets longer in time
Running stairs,
Hurrying on parks
The pickup in the parking lot and once
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I was once young, the thought of so many excitements.
In every day and every minute
A fresh whiff of so many scents.
I was not waiting but ‘round were discoveries of riddles.
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Dear Lady of Sorrows

I remember you never left me in my sorrows
I remember you were always there with ones I loved
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For Our Guardian Angels

We laughed unruffled if I cried when life was dark
You tell me of God who forever with me stays
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Dear God

My prayer for You night and day
That children grow to learn and play
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20.

I have been thinking if we could climb the Andes together
Or bathed in the Niagara
I have been asking the gods
Whether we could dive or fly
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rosalinda flores rosevoc Biography

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Conquest

After conquest
The feeling of stars are flashing above me.
And that full moon gazing
Is offered to me right by your hands.

Your reassurance is attractive.
You, a giver of breath and hearts
Make my days and nights appear
A lucid sky and a monument of faith.

How can I ever praise You?
How can I ever prove my love?
How can I ever swear to Your service?
How can I ever diligently pray?

I know troubles come
And all these shall pass, too
As You, Dear Christ has conquered
So, shall I; and all -

I believe you haven't actually, changed,
God.
I just evolved, the earth evolves
Your creations like the clouds come in thrill.
You -
All the days of my life
Remain.

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rosalinda flores rosevoc Quotes

My heart is not my heart anymore; stretched tight to the sky, I cry to the dead - and like a child, I blubber 'Lord! ' -for hope. /rosevoc From the poem 'My Heart is Not My Heart Anymore'

There is a thin line between fiction and truth because when you write, your work becomes your world and others will never understand that and you can't explain how, why and when that happens. /on writing. rosevoc From the poem, 'The Adverbs'

Nothing is perfect, only a clean heart.

Nothing is perfect, only a clean heart.

And whatever becomes of innocence is a grip between the thighs of mountains in my grandmother's home of virgin islands nature has become our free hands our brave hands and the big-boned giant.

You are my very dear Your absolute kindness locks me It bares my heart in the splendor of a saint.

Cheer and kindness lift our stride Dear Holy Spirit be our guide.

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