April 30, 2008
Writer Lourdes Limerick | Category Poetry | 2 comments
Vicious circle
Every day we are born to life
Since we jumped out of bed
By the end of our forces
At the end of the day.
We live so eternally
And in the meantime
We build our illusions
And just at these times
The wildest fantasies
Go piling
In households
In bars
At work
Fairs
In supermarkets
In alcohol
In the final judgment.
Well was visiting, I met his wonderful work, and saw that here you learn as delights.
Very nice to meet you.
Lourdes Limerick.
His beautiful poem is posted on my site.
Hug and greetings educational