Gitana wrote:

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Alex Bello wrote: Gitana wrote: Chale_Tanga wrote: Alex Bello wrote: i can do it but it won't be romantic. 5 minutes to go alex..... loosing time... loosing time..The pressures on!!!! CHALE RELAX, HE ME AND YOU TO WRITE ABOUT.... GIVE HIM SOME EXTRA MINUTES.... NO SEAS MALA!!!!!! u give me a more romantic subject gitana.

HOW ABOUT KISSES....

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*Kisees*

Translation in spanish

*Beso*

El Beso que me diste,

Se ha clavado en mi corazón,

Creando la fundación para nuestro gran amor,

Ese beso que aun yo siento,

Fue hermoso fue perfecto,

Fue mi noche y amanecer,

Fue mi día y atardecer,

Yo no dejo de pensar,

Y nunca quiero olvidarlo

Porque ese beso fue en,

Lo que me hizo enamorarme de ti.

Fin

By: AB…

Alex Bello wrote:

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Oh chales tus tangas me abren el universo, mostrándome la creación del señor, me muestra la forma de cómo reproducir criaturas de pasión, cuanto daria por conocer la mejor manera que quitárte-las ganas que muestras al gritar mi nombre. Se que te gusto, se que me deas pero no como deseo romperte las tan-tas ganas que tengo para comer de tu bustos con frutas maduras y deliciosas.   Te extrañare y espero saber de ti pronto.   I did not want to do this but here you go jjeje   Please give me a more romantic subject.     AB….

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Gitana wrote:

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CHALE RELAX, HE ME AND YOU TO WRITE ABOUT.... GIVE HIM SOME EXTRA MINUTES.... NO SEAS MALA!!!!!!

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Chale_Tanga wrote:

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Alex Bello wrote: i can do it but it won't be romantic. 5 minutes to go alex..... loosing time... loosing time..The pressures on!!!!

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CHALE RELAX, HE ME AND YOU TO WRITE ABOUT....

GIVE HIM SOME EXTRA MINUTES.... NO SEAS MALA!!!!!!

Chale_Tanga wrote:

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Alex Bello wrote: i chalange any lady here to give me a subject and give me 10 minutes and i'll make a poem our of the word they give me. Here's a word AB..... CHALESecond word...... TANGA (10 minutes start............ NOW!)-- Edited by Chale_Tanga at 12:16, 2005-06-16

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Alex Bello wrote:

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i am trying but with a subject like that, the first thing that comes to mind when the word tanga is one that i don't think i should make public right now.

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Alex Bello wrote:

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*My Five flowers*   In this box you will find, what you only find in my heart, five flowers that will never die and my love for you, that with time will only multiply.   Each flower has a meaning and each meaning has a reason; each reason will make you understand what in this box you will find.   Flower number one: The day we met It was a Sunday morning on the beach, August 3rd to be Exact, You saw my sadness and talked to me, and with a smile you made me breathe.   Flower number two: The day we kissed. It was a cold day in the summer, three weeks since we had met, you looked at me and kissed my lips, and since that day I can not think.   Flower number three: The day we made love. It was a Monday in the dark, we were lonely we were fright, I called your name you looked at me, and then love came we could not see.   Flower number four: The day we got married. It was Sunday July the 1st you looked so lovely just like a bird. We both held hands and answered yes, and we've been happy since that day.   Flower number five: The day my reality came to an end. It is Monday August 3rd, exactly 3 years since I met you. I haven't seen you since yesterday, and never will in my living days. I spent with you the entire day, we talked we laughed like everyday.   Then you went out, I watched you leave; we both decided, on what to eat, and then 3 hours, after you left, I got a call, that you were dead.   I feel so guilty, I feel so dead, because instead of you, I should had gone.   And now I live, sad everyday, because without you, I am not the same.       By: Alex Bello.

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Alex Bello wrote:

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i chalange any lady here to give me a subject and give me 10 minutes and i'll make a poem our of the word they give me.

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Here's a word AB..... CHALE

Second word...... TANGA

(10 minutes start............ NOW!)

JOKER_ESCO wrote:

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@ AB, Nop no lo escribi yo no soy mentiroso hasi que nop no los escribi pero me gusto y me gusta leer mucha poesia y entonses los comparto I am not a poem whriter I am a joker.......

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very nice

just in case, I wrote mine, i write poems when i don't have any songs to write and to prove it i chalange any lady here to give me a subject and give me 10 minutes and i'll make a poem our of the word they give me. jejejeje

si es de soledad mucho mejor porque eso es lo que siento en estors momentos.

AB....

Chale_Tanga wrote:

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Guess these guys just woke up on the romantic side of the bed this morning?What a nice change awwwwww

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wow...those poems are great , so any inspirations that got u to write these poems or u just feelin romantic, or both?

@joker nice poem

JOKER_ESCO wrote:

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UNA CARTA AL CORAZON ---------------------------------------- Esta carta te escribo con amor para confesarte que en mi hay dicha y dolor dicha al conocerte y dolor al no tenerte es tangible éste sentimiento de amor te quiero te espero..y me doy cuenta que no..!! que no hay tal amor..en tus miradas...!! cierro la puerta de mi corazón..y hay llanto.. el mismo llanto de niño..al no poder asir.... aquel juguete caro...entre los cristales... caro es tu amor...caro es el paisaje de hoy...!! porque el celaje del mañana incierto és... tengo la angustia y algo que me obstruye mi cuello al respirar...y el nerviosismo éste.. que me empieza a liquidar...bendito amor .....!! que dueles ...con tal dolor inmenso y fatal que no es humano resistirlo pobre corazón..!! volvera tu soledad hasta mi presencia...hoy... busca en tu interior un consuelo..y no mires las extranjeras caricias que te engañan hoy porque el amor llega solo...y feo tropiezo es cuando llega sin ser en verdad correspondido no te engañes corazón mio ...ciego al no leer esta carta que te envio desde mi alma..!! porque vais de martirio a dolor..solo piensa se quien y como eres que un dia encontrarás aquel ferviente amor que tan dificil os parece eres fragil y voluble y salir quisieras de mi pecho mas ten paciencia no es el dia..en que ella viene lo sabrás mañana a su llegada a vuestro lecho.

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awwww sweet little pig!! lol
very nice joker esco!

 *Just Questions*

Where have you gone?

To who will you run?

What is to become of me?

Do I just wait and melt in the process of loosing you?

Or do I get up and run after what I fell for you?

Why is there half a moon tonight?

Is it half empty like my heart?

Will the sun shine over me tomorrow?

Or did you also take it with you?

What are you thinking right now?

Do I ever cross your mine?

Does your body shiver if or when you think of me?

Or do you just sit on your bed and cry?

Will I ever fell you again?

No, no, no what I meant to ask was

Will I ever see you again?

Will I ever tear off the cloth of your lovely body?

Will I ever penetrate the doors to your paradise?

Will you ever think of me wild making love to someone else?

I have so many things to ask but so little time to do so.

I just want you to know that you hold the keys to many doors in me.

Thank you for everything you did for me,

You will always be inside of me.

By: Alex Bello

Chale_Tanga wrote:

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awwwwww..... Alex u shouldnt have! I know you luv me but come on, tell me in private!! LOLthats a sweet poem AB, hope it gets to the lady u wrote it for

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jejejejeje I am 100% positive that she will never get it.

Pobresito Yo...

AB.....

*My Five flowers*

In this box you will find,

what you only find in my heart,

five flowers that will never die

and my love for you, that with time will only multiply.

Each flower has a meaning and each meaning has a reason;

each reason will make you understand

what in this box you will find.

Flower number one:

The day we met

It was a Sunday morning on the beach,

August 3rd to be Exact,

You saw my sadness and talked to me,

and with a smile you made me breathe.

Flower number two:

The day we kissed.

It was a cold day in the summer,

three weeks since we had met,

you looked at me and kissed my lips,

and since that day I can not think.

Flower number three:

The day we made love.

It was a Monday in the dark,

we were lonely we were fright,

I called your name you looked at me,

and then love came we could not see.

Flower number four:

The day we got married.

It was Sunday July the 1st

you looked so lovely just like a bird.

We both held hands and answered yes,

and we've been happy since that day.

Flower number five:

The day my reality came to an end.

It is Monday August 3rd, exactly 3 years since I met you.

I haven't seen you since yesterday, and never will in my living days.

I spent with you the entire day, we talked we laughed like everyday.

Then you went out, I watched you leave;

we both decided, on what to eat,

and then 3 hours, after you left,

I got a call, that you were dead.

I feel so guilty, I feel so dead,

because instead of you, I should had gone.

And now I live, sad everyday, because without you, I am not the same.

By: Alex Bello.