DREAMS OF LOVE AMONG A GLORY PAST

It seems that we are walking on the decals of a time when I just feel my smile fade over a duel that I have witnessed for a long time when I always remember a queen who always gave me in her glory the most dreamed witnesses of love in which I always walked a long time ago to understand about castles and the glory of a love that was invisible about my feelings that I always captivated because I was not awake from this fascinating dream in which the Queen prevailed from her beauty to radiate my paths that I have always traced as a story in that I am a warrior or perhaps a prince that captivated the eternal fire of God over deep seas that bathed immense rocks of ice in which the cold seemed to overwhelm me in which I always remembered constantly the old familiar snow that bathed me constantly over the ruins of a castle that has always lived a hidden love and that went unnoticed to deceive the rebels about the wars they always waged for saq uear the old and ancient feminist city that died many people between invasions of rebels who wanted to steal the key to the throne of a glorious woman and powerful star in which she reveals herself between the poor and the rich to triumph her realistic magnitude and incomparable beauty that stood between poor hearts of undesirable men who were not fearless as the brave men who always ensured the safety and triumph of a queen over the damned persevering wounds of a witch who simply lived in favor of poor farmers who always wanted to plunder the castle and who almost all died due to the glorious majesty of all things that defended his throne against a past that enshrines itself as a story that was recorded about a hero who always captivated about a tremendous desire in which his love would be moving among the fires of hell that blew over a human feeling that the old queen who always loved her was always devoted in body and soul built on the great hierarchy and monarchy of kings who contemplated honor and glory on a link in which they are always united over the eternal fire of god that has always come across the castle steps as an emanation of peace and love over two hearts that they were born for themselves and consecrated life and death as a term of sovereignty in which they consecrated themselves among the people as gods and lords of the universe that has always been formalized between night and day as if it were seen that flowers are for spring as simply alchemy and science are preserved amid a desire to deal with life formatively and constructively in which the flame of fire may be the spirit of things that are preserved on the other side of the world that we call the frontier of the unknown in which we can well say that love is like a rudder that rules over all the formalities of life, prevailing in love over mortals, preserving the past and the future, all superlative responsibilities and the hour of sacred time between love and death that lives on a sacrament and would honor the teaching glory of a queen who has always given me in her glory the most dreamed witnesses of love that I have always walked a long time ago to understand about castles and the glory of a love that was invisible about my feelings that I have always captivated because I am not awake from this fascinating dream in which the Queen prevailed from her beauty to radiate my ways that I have always traced as a story in which I am a warrior or perhaps a prince that I captivated from the eternal fire of god over deep seas. It seems that we are walking on the decals of a time when I just feel my smile fade over a duel that I have witnessed for a long time when I always remember that my dreams of love were about a past of glory in which I simply conquered and could believe that there is only a fascination of my peers in which I can consecrate and believe that between love and life, honors and glory never cease to persist as long as there is classification and power over the strength of love because as a simple detail it is said that the nobility stands out about the value we provide between kisses and tears there is always a smile on the face even though it means that death undoes this case and be even more confident to see, have and succeed because the true glory abides in the hiding place of the highest and never falls apart the feeling contracts to failure as loss of love because it always remains together over all the forces of paradise that the queen rebelled from s dreams while I was fully asleep trying to understand my fascination with life in search of a love that has always served me and has conquered my spontaneous quality of life and that stays for years of light this past pasted as a lesson that beauty has always remained beside beast even though there are moments of sadness and joy and the world has never changed and maybe fate can show the true face of the love of a woman who has always triumphed and showed that life exists in feeling the true love that leaves and comes back forever as a dream of love between a past of glory between a man and a woman.

By: Roberto Barros