wow 13 años que mayorcete :D

 

mi padre tuvo un perrito, murió cuando yo tenia casi 2 añitos :cry:

 

xanete te quiero, donde quiera que estés.

 

*minuto de silencio*

aw :cry:

sip, esta ya viejito mi perrito, me lo regalaron cuando yo tenia 10 años :blush:

Voy a llorar sin parar el dia que le pase algo.. :(

:( aww

 

*abrazos*

me acuerdo cuando murio mi hamster, me deprimi mucho, ni uiero pensar como me pondre cuando le pase algo a mis perritos :bigcry:

 

Pero por ahora estan super sanos y jugando con unas pelotas de soccer que les regale :P

que guay perritos futbolsitas :D

jaja yup,al mayor le gusta ser defensa y el otro delantero :P

hasta creo que juegan mejor que yo :stunned:

jeje que bien :D

But i think we better switch back to english so ppl can know all about my pets :lol:

yes sorry i talked in spanish i don't know why.. may be it was easier to me.... :embarrased:

haha its ok, its a thread dedicated to you so we can talk even in russian if you want :lol:

Woohoo where are the poems? :lol:

Ari that was sooo nice but 1 problem...i think i am gettin more frightened from spider :S hehe....but really a graet poem :)

Woohoo where are the poems? :lol:

i think that the last one it's at page 5 :idea2:

Ari that was sooo nice but 1 problem...i think i am gettin more frightened from spider :S hehe....but really a graet poem :)

i have more poems until page 5/6 i think. :)

"if the wind isn't here", "broken keys".... :)

haha its ok' date=' its a thread dedicated to you so we can talk even in russian if you want :lol:[/quote']

hehe i don't speak russin yet bro :lol:

:blush: That's the sweetest poem!

I've one little correction because it sounded funny. The line "they are stuck on my head" I think you mean't "they are stuck in my head" :)

Great poem! :blush:

thanks a lot fifi sis. :D :blush:

No problem :)

No problem :)

;)

.....just sit and close your eyes

no troubles are there now.....

 

great Ari...I like this one^ :cool:

.....just sit and close your eyes

no troubles are there now.....

 

great Ari...I like this one^ :cool:

Thanks a lot sis, i think this poem "Outside" is so nice and relaxing too. :blush:

Anyways is about inspiration... to feeling good, when you aren't too good. :)

Growing

 

When it begins you were so small

you were so thin, so sweet

then you cried days and nights

you cried 'cause pain

but you saw smiling faces

 

some hands you didn't recognice yet

were protecting you all the day

they are warm, they are sweet

as they say you are to them

 

the sky was blue,

the wind didn't hurt you

the stones were moved from your way

the walk was easier at it was later

 

then you felt those hand weren't that big

those eyes looked at you too much

you felt inside a jail

you felt overprotected

 

and you don't matter 'cause that

most of the time you enjoy that

but others you wanted to be free

you argued with them no matter why

 

sometimes your heart felt hurts

sometimes you didn't care no more

those were words you felt more than others

and you fix the problem...

 

oh friend don't care 'cause those hands

they'll be always warm at you

they make you heart be cool

don't care you won't see those eyes sad

 

they refuse to be huged when they are sad

but your eyes tells them more than a hug

you are their reason to live for

won't stop to be friends never

 

even if you feel you hurt them

they'll be glad to meet you again

even if you feel they protect you too much

even if you feel their hand not that warm

 

and their hands will be hurt

you'll cure their hearts, just meeting them

even when you see a sad tear from them

they'll be glad that you care them everyday

 

don't worry my friend, those hands

always will care for you, be warm to you

those eyes will be glad to see you

 

and no matter that one day you realize

that those friends that always was there

and care for you so much, friend

no matter if you realize they are your parents.

 

They'll help on your decisions

they'll advice you when you don't as them

they'll wait for you to come back

they'll forgive you all your troubles.

 

so don't worry to grow up, darling

those eyes and hands will be warm

they'll realize you are being older

they'll help you as best they could.

 

Ariadna Squire Damique

(19/02/05 Saturday)

That's a great poem! :)

:blush: thanks a lot fifi :kiss:

Sadness Sight

Your eyes are never as they used to be

nothing will be the same since today

Your sight is now so red

'cause you can't stop crying

 

Why? Oh Lord why happen it?

Why does people died for?

Why does people don't remember all this?

Why people blame the same ones?

 

Your arms are stopped now

are with no blood 'cause the anger

your heart feel frustrated now

why happen all that today?

 

Why we aren't ready?

seems all times are the same

things are back now

and were far till yesterday

 

oh old memories, old times

fine moments, sad years

ones fight to peace

others fight against

 

ones become poor

others laughed at their faces

why people are so unfriendly?

they don't help the blinds

 

they don't help the old women

they don't help a child

to cross the road safer

they just crush them with their cars

 

they throw their golden coins

from their windows, no matter how much

they make you eat their papers

to hide all the clues, of their damage

 

we have to cure ourselves

but we are full of scars

scars that History tattoo on our soul

your eyes never will bright again

 

you find all the hands freezing

nothing can make you feel safer

you can't believe in tomorrow

world has changed today.

 

There's to way to go back

there's no way to change the damage

your soul has been stolen

you unknown how owns it now.

 

your eyes are full of anger

your body is stopped as an ice

your heart is as heavier as a stone

you feel you have no soul.

 

you don't know what way to choose now

you can't feel a healty wind now

seems that it won't sound again

just 'cause world has changed today.

 

Ariadna Squire Damique

(20/02/05 Sunday)