Wednesday, February 13, 2008

A real dream

This night i go to fight

with te god of the light.

If I d´ont have a 2 swords

i fight with the words.

And I win, but when I get up

the only emocione are

my mother hit by the

broken the lamp.
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English-on-Wheels said...

danny ...CONGRADULATIONS on your first English poem. It's Excellent!!
I like the image of the two swords and the fighting with words.You say you woke up and saw your mother, I'm not sure what was broken..the light or the lamp? I like the emotion either way...go to English-on-Wheels-Corrections and EDIT your page with the corrections you see there.

February 13, 2008 at 9:30 AM

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