Her Smell |
The place we met our last night, was at our loving park
in the city of Brazil.
In her tearful eyes I could see the stars, her divine body
was shining pure silver under the moonlight.
&n... Posted by HuoLong on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 08:07:00 PST |
ALEXANDRE (Alexander) |
There is an open area inside the wild forest, where wild flowers are blooming and easter
purple blossoms are smelling a... Posted by HuoLong on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 01:58:00 PST |
This Dream, my Life |
He dreamed.......He was walking together with the God on the sea shore.
He asked Him to promise that He always walk near him and He will support him to all difficult moments in life!!!
Far a... Posted by HuoLong on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 12:43:00 PST |
I am OZUYE WIKMUNKE |
I am Ozuye Wikmunke the Rainbow Warrior of Cheyenne tribe.
I always knew I have an Indian soul and always consider myself a "warrior".
Many friends have called me Indian from my face characteri... Posted by HuoLong on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 03:25:00 PST |
You Will Return Here, Again and Again |
The high spiritual being came closer to me . A bright light and a divine smell embraced all my existence. Without move her mouth, I heard a voice direct at the center of my brain :
-So that wa... Posted by HuoLong on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 04:25:00 PST |
My vision and a new clarity |
I woke up early. It was a sweet morning showing its going to be a hot day. I walked in the beach next to my house for 15min. Barefoot on the sand. No one at the beach except a little dog which came to... Posted by HuoLong on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 06:46:00 PST |
Dancing Alone |
One more day I am dancing alone and getting away....
I jump from trains and from roofs of high glass buildings. Whenever I get scared I wound myself but after I realize that I have not a scratc... Posted by HuoLong on Wed, 16 Nov 2005 04:09:00 PST |
NOSTALGY |
NOSTALGIA
Getting out you closed the door behind you, slowly, with an uncertain feeling....A sad noise and in the room your smell still plays with my senses.
I stand still, unable ... Posted by HuoLong on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
RAIN DROPS |
RAIN DROPS -
A white small church on the rocks and a garden full of roses.....
The sound of the sea around, the hope is climbed to the top of the tree... Posted by HuoLong on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
"every sunset is a small death" |
Remote the border strikes and how to touch it? Somewhere in the depth of a hidden horizon, you move ahead to reach it, but this stays always far, untouchable.
The border separates things ... Posted by HuoLong on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |