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domingo, 21 de abril de 2019

BRINDO MI AMOR AL UNIVERSO...



Hoy vengo a hablarles de un amor que se transmuta, que trasciende, que se une al amor Universal. Es ese amor que cubre al mendigo, al niño de la calle, al enfermo, al olvidado de la sociedad. Un amor para al blanco, para el negro, para el indio, para el enfermo, para el que sufre, para el que odia, para el que maldice. Un amor para el que olvida, para el que acusa, hiere, se aleja de Dios. Para el que no vela por sus padres, para el que agrede a su semejante. Brindo mi amor al niño olvidado, al viejo despreciado. A la mujer indefensa, al trovador sin palabras, al músico sin melodía.

Cómo hacer para convertir un amor terrenal por uno que abarque al mundo, mejor aún, al Universo entero.

Ofrezco el Prana que me da vida, para que junto a la respiración se convierta en amor puro y sincero. Sólo así, entendería dejar de amar a ese ser. Esperando que este sentimiento no haya sido en vano. Es como donar parte de mi alma para la felicidad del mundo. Posiblemente no alcance para tantos pero un granito de arena puede formar montañas.

Como dijo Fito Páez:
“¿Quién dijo que todo está perdido?
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón
Tanta sangre que se llevó el río,
Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazón”

Él y ella lograron traspasar la barrera del infinito, ya sus cuerpos no son lo importante, es el sentimiento que prevaleció y se transformó en algo sublime, más allá de todo entendimiento terrenal. Es el mar devolviendo a la tierra, las lágrimas y los sueños, que alguna vez fueron derramados en honor al amor y así, junto al Creador, conformar un nuevo ser

Es por eso, que hoy lanzo al viento, uno de los más hermosos sentimientos, el Amor, que en estos días, en que el mundo corre una suerte de odios, perdiéndose así la calidez de un beso, la fuerza de un abrazo y la dulzura de un te quiero, quizás aplaque los demonios desatados.

Es mejor que cubra la tierra haciendo brotar Nardos y Azucenas y que con ese aroma los hombres recuerden el verdadero sentimiento que nos hacía despertar con ganas de vivir…EL AMOR.

Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
21 de abril del 2019

miércoles, 29 de agosto de 2018

YOU ARE MY ATTACHMENT...




Woman with round hips
Woman with well-shaped legs
How not to have you of attachment
If when you open them, I lose myself.

Woman with fire belly
Woman with juicy lips
How I'm not going to love you
If I die for that intimate embrace.

Magical waist woman
Woman that you move like zarandillo
How I will not want to attach to your body
If you raise my soul when I feel you

Generous breasts woman
With those you had to feeds her baby some time ago
How I will not enjoy them
If I just drink from them, I feel like I renew myself

Woman with a great mouth
Pearl tooth woman
Woman biting when excited
How can I not eat them if you take me to glory with them?

Woman with brown eyes
Woman with flirty eyelashes
Woman you naked me while looking
How I not kiss them if reflect to me on them?

Oh woman of my attachments
Oh woman of my loves
How I'm not going to wish you
If you are life itself coupled with my mistakes...


Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
August 29, 2018

sábado, 17 de febrero de 2018

YOU STILL INSIDE ME...






In the distance I feel you
Like a celestial choir, who prays while singing.

In the distance I shelter you
Like that child who craves his mother's caress.

In the distance I feel you
Like the blind man waiting for the sunrise to feel the sun's rays.

In the distance I do not forget you
Even if you fight for it, you are still present as that breath of life.

Today your tongue navigated between my streams

Today your hands were in control of my candles

Today this boat continues its course, without forgetting your beloved soul that one who

knew how to flirt with mine...







Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
February 17, 2018

sábado, 13 de enero de 2018

MINE YOU FOR TODAY...





How about if today I look at you
How about if today I kiss you
What do you think if we meet?
What do you think if we hug?

Today I long for you
I miss you today
Today I breathe you
Today I die for a kiss.

Tomorrow will be another day
We will pretend we do not know each other
We'll find a thousand excuses not to call us
We will return to mute this that we feel.

But today, today I want to make love to you
Today I want to have you between my sheets
Tangled between my legs
Feeling your breathing agitated.


Today I want to navigate your tongue
Lift up my spirit to the highest
To feel you inside me
To go crazy me because I feel you.

Today I want to make you mine man...





Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
January 13, 2018

jueves, 30 de noviembre de 2017

A LOVE FOR CHRISTMAS IS REQUESTED....






Christmas is coming and there is loneliness
I already asked the Baby Jesus for a real love
But in my little faith I'm not sure if it will come
It will be that I am no longer in age.

A year ago, when I was arranging my little tree
My hands flew like a hummingbird in love
Musical notes came out of my throat
That impregnated the walls of the place.

At that time, it did not occur to me to ask God for a gift
I felt blessed and complete
It was enough what I had in my hands
It was mine that danced in my mind.

Maybe I should have asked for a love for me
Of those that fill you to satiety
Of which you are not afraid of illusion
But I was not ready for that gift
It came without warning
However I experienced it and I felt it in all its splendor
They were drops of happiness that ignited my soul
But what was in my hands was only salt
That dissolves in the water
That way it was extinguished.

But December is approaching
And my singing soul requests a love.
A love of those who walk the paths of life
With the freedom of the dreamer and squeeze the hand not to wake up

Today I make a request of love
Let's say it's a letter for the Child God
Waiting for the Angels and the Archangels
 Understand that ...
 I want a love for Christmas!
And send it to the Lord with haste!





Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
November 29, 2017

miércoles, 9 de agosto de 2017

WHEN SOMEONE QUESTION ME WHAT IS THE LOVE…





Love is when the breeze brings the aroma of your body, even at a distance.


Love is to smile without any explanation.


 Love is emptying the mind, of intrusive thoughts to let it gloat over all its corners, without being able to enter anything more than its essence.


Love is to let it be and accept it, as it is.


Love is not tying or tying me.


Love is to continue living, without thinking that if you do not see it you will die.


Love is to keep their eyes for as long as it is and to feel how their souls are in that place strictly of the two, where there is no haste or discord.


Love is to feel in your embrace, how you melt into you body in a smooth and ethereal way, while your cells shake in a rush across your skin.

Love is to feel your tongue soft and diabolical in your mouth and not wanting to untie that magical knot that is made between his saliva.


Love, what is love.

It is the sigh that runs after what can no longer be.





Carmen Pacheco
Lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
August 9, 2017
Painting by Oswaldo Hermida
"I hug you"


jueves, 30 de junio de 2016

TU DESNUDEZ…




Mientras más cerca estoy, más pierdo tu comienzo.


Mientras más lejos estás, más me acerco a tus cimientos.


Mientras más mueves tu redondez, más me inclino a tu pureza.


Mientras más te siento aquí, más humedeces mi conciencia.








Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@Erotismo10
30 de junio de 2016