Teach me to kiss the air without losing your breath, biting your lips without bleeding them and to love you in silence to not break your stillness. Teach me to see God in the stars, off crying from a woman in the silent caress of an old man and an alien love dog bite. What so tender feeling left die for a kiss and moan like the wind in a sigh. I want to teach me to walk through life without hurt me the heartbreaks, the sorrows, the deceptions and crying. Teach me captivated me by rose, the singing of a bird, cool dawn, the smell of sea, fresh fruit, freshly given kiss. If you would like to know more about Maja Brucic, then click here. When kiss with looking things you feel in them and I love Dios.
It is that God moves everything: clouds, wind, the hum of a zancudo, phosphorescent light of Firefly, the whinny of a filly, barking of a dog. One day dawns cloudy or with Sun and God is there, planting flowers, by moving the sand at your whim, rocking waves, hamaqueando palms, and making you unwillingly, contornees hips. God He has taught me that thou art fire and unleashed winds, intermittent earthquake, andante passion, water that flows, turbulent land, light and wisdom. I want to teach me how to repress my emotions to always stop crying that is knotted at the throat. Is that you?, the bitter taste of tears have led me to think that you must teach me to walk on the roads without falling me in the attempt. Why I want to teach me to see the constellations, to dawn without cold and loneliness to love the strokes of your skin, your breath bucolic and the melody of your voice, off on a never-ending kiss. Teach me, just teach me kissing the air and weaving with the clouds small rugs so that they rest your feet.