Being flower is something boring Nice, but boring... Paradita ... Waiting ... Delicate, scented, attractive But do not leave the place ... She is Full of hope, full of life ... God, but how many caterpillars! Horrifying monsters that touch ... Which bite, Which Lick... Until you see a butterfly, Then it lands, it shows itself And then it disappear ... Uh ... There are kisses flowers ... Even faster than the butterflies ... I have to me, that the butterflies are of Aquarius ... Beautiful, light, but they do not care... Kisses-Flowers are of Gemini, Quick and changeable, never happy with just a flower ... And when the bees appear, it are useful, workahollics and efforts But ... fats and uglies ... Romanticism that exists in a bee? Uh ... To be flower is a boring thing ... Sometimes you get ... And you die to decorate someone's life .. Only caparison ... cruelly killed ... And so ... After a long time to bloom in all its grace The flower is made by fading .... Wilt, dry and die ... Wi
Blog do Escritor, historiador e prof.Dr. em Multimeios Luiz Vadico. Destina-se à publicação de contos, poesias e assuntos diversos. O autor dedica-se atualmente a uma série de contos natalinos e a um romance.