Now is the train that crosses all boundaries that clearing distances, about us, which brings us closer together beyond the seas, oceans and continents immense. This time coming
their wagons loaded with Madness, the madness in many languages, the madness of the muses singing and inspiring verses from the madness that is wrong and poetry, joy and terror.
Madness, yours, mine.
His crew speaks of the most beautiful letters, hot imaginations of poets dreamed between fables and sorrows ... They are:
Qymera Making love in every line
Peru Hi-Fi Chronicles in Poetry pure Uruguay Noa
pen in his hands dance. Spain
Carlos Luna Her mission is estremecerte.Venezuela
Rafael P. An imagination. Spain
Blue Sky will fly the sky fantasy. Mexico
In Opium Poppy's Poetry Kat Chile
Tenderness made woman. Rodolfo
Panama Exquisite Natiello lap his poems. Argentina
Dilaca Inside Argentina
words Cicindela Zida'ya retreating between letters. Chile
Darilea Their world is different. Spain
Glauca Wears green. Spain
Nosferatu The night transforms. Argentina
Rebel Passion overwhelmed. Spain
Tiptoeing Oceanica. Lila Magritte Spain
Animal captive.
The versógrafo Photographing your mind. Spain
glass dome master conjugation. Spain
Lovesick Spain Curémoslo reading
Loose Minds Freedom of thought. Max Ballester Argentina
Lost Argentina
Paulina and Marco Two in one word. Chile Women
Fortunata lyrics. Spain
The loft feelings Spain Joint
Skin The magician of eroticism Mexico Gatto
Ronroneando to life efe
Colombia Sensuality to the surface. Spain
Love Letters ... Your
Spain Inside My Soul
Innocence lost. The awakening of life. Spain
The magic circle. Addiction sexualChile
Idiot His voice ... The lyrics
Helmet dreams and photographs Haikus Uruguay
Druid witches and the soul of poetry Brisa Spain
The tenderness was born in Spain
hands Colombine Spain
transparencies Yole In search of a siren Spain
Log Dive into crystal waters. Argentina
"Madness"
To eradicate it, tell me where, oh! Madness is your stone "in the flesh of your brain, your heart bulb? (Qymera)
Where do you keep the pebble vulnerable to sanity? And where your most precious stone, jewel of Love? (Hi Fi Chronicles)
Perhaps the verses of a poet using expired the role of his poem as a weapon of suicide. (Noa)
Or maybe you are at the foot of your Muse, I do not die, nor do I live with that weapon to shoot you provided, these letters of love, (Carlos Luna)
not are but the tense prison fuse that leads me narrow the progressive alienation (Rafael PQ)
travels from where it hurt
regret with the decision of that love conquered by nonsense ... (Sky Blue)
Oh madness !, I've drunk as ragweed poured into the safety of the exact and imperfect pain, illness holy calm the pain of living ... (Poppy)
And that progress take its course. Kat, Welcome to the next station. Kiss My
Opio.
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