Do You Believe Everything On Manswers

I dedicate these lyrics to every woman who has her face behind the dark a lack of love, the ineffable slap from oblivion, tears repressed by fear, but mostly, I dedicate these lyrics to all of them still are, which have left and all those to come, and that despite setbacks and storms have been able to get up and leave in triumph to become light, success in any battle-resistant wall. I AM WOMAN




have you ever wondered how much distance exists between love and hate? How can a loving soul both at the same time that love hurts, spider, bitter, turns on the skin to make it bleed, leaving deep scars are difficult to heal.

She was among that angle waiting in a dark and deserted, voices of anguish and fear were heard crying in the midst of heartbreaking, not even noticed when the blows began, that tyrant who ignored their eyes instantly this was not the loving man past, was not one blanket in her arms and her face became tender caresses lavished
total transformation of the injuries, just a powerful prayer could save him from this cruel abyss loomed inevitable.
Through tears and pleas, including insults and cries could be heard a burst smelling gunpowder, a piercing scream and a plea. After silence, shock ... fault, really ... pain ... love. Yes, there is a God and he had his arms that night.
Yes, there is God and accompanied her in this ordeal he was living in those moments of anguish and despair.

Yes, there is a God and he also helped that Judas repented executioner whom she loved as a human being.

Hell ... Just a few days to learn the meaning of that word ... shock, hurt but the shots that remain in the soul, the body those are erased with time.

Grudge ... when the love nest does not recognize that word ... sorry only God can give. It was a mere mortal, an ordinary woman and was equipped to give any life to life.

And that cry of hope born

poem


-because I am a woman in the center of my body is nested
embarnecida
seed to give way to love and desire
strong passion lived pyramid. I


water-land-
I am forbidden fruit Eve

awake in the eternal sin abused. Still


in storms and tears
through the holocaust that consumed me.

poem I love, mystery and legend

I crossed the seas
(and writing on the air)


drink my silent words and draw lines in my dreams
(because I am able to give life to life)

Alma Cervantes