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... followed by a mystic path your mark, trembling

my eyes open fire in her eyes, tears in her voice and ... restless
subtleties through with arrows.

D ime teach me to walk her
...?¡
... is, the teacher guide my hands in the moments
being emptied
shaping the love and prophecy, your presence overpowers
harmony
y. .. in the incoherent mystery .... give me life

D ime teach me to be comforted sigh ...?¡

... paced weave a carpet of stars
dress your sea, I will make a bed on your sand
your gentle breeze is the alpha and omega of this body
on your beach
expected to merge into your warm presence.

D ime teach me the passion and strength
...?¡
... will be offered fresh sap and its smallness

between pupae flowers and green leaves,
being present
love that keeps burning evening light,

D ime teach me to be the dream
who dresses

.....?¡ realities ... I only give you the permanent
moment of sweet stillness of my being eager, expectant
where my eyes light up just thinking of you getting lost in the beats
you provoke
in my "warrior" lover.

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RBSBT not participate in the Grand Challenge 2010

For reasons particularly related to the vaunted but unfortunately real economic crisis, we can not afford to go to participate in the Grand Challenge 2010 to be held in Euskadi in October 2010.

From here we wish luck to the teams involved and we thank the organization for your interest in our participation, which again is impossible. Team Birdracing

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... leading to the thought ...

The void is a hole unfilled, a drop of what is missing, a wind aimlessly.
A being deprived. It's nothing inside.
No target of hugging, or anything on earth to reach, or
hope on the horizon, or anything that moves to combat

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N or is no more loneliness than I have
or emptiness that eats the heart and widens my time ....
There is no on hold tight
or melody in the spring ... Nor is nostalgia
fall
calling me looking for the depth of my soul ...
Y. .. no, not the white sheet on the staff
or notes are black and lonely ....

T engo, the reality of my time
the minutes of solitude, I dictate what I love and feel
smiled in the soft, unhurried beat
where the notes dance, and
light in his eyes that subdues and captivates me ...

N or, I have no gaps or holes in the hands
they know the soft balm
the cool caress of
cotidano the distance between my arms ....

N o. .. I have no gaps in my I will hide all the love
lead me along that path that seduces me
key word, surround and prenetrantes ...
tenderness of petal springs, suspended in time
y. .. silent on the lake is flushed

immersed in the mystery leading to the thought
promised not to forget the sense ...

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_Poemario
In Silencio_