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My name is Ana Pelayo, I was born in Autlan City in the the State of Jalisco Mexico to Florentino and Paz Pelayo by September 1st,1971.I strongly believe that I was born to be a poet, for I love poetry and enjoy writing poems, I wish to get close to the people's heart and give them a little bit of my knowledge as poet, for I believe that many of us we can write and think about the beautifully things that we can do, but not all of us can be a poet, Some of us we are trying to express our feelings and that's very good we think that poetry will come up later, but I do think that some of us we were born to be poets. I feel it, I live it, I think it, I have it, and It is into my veins,and I loved. I know I was born to be a poet! Mom, many thanks for taking me to school every morning and for teaching me the principles of life, love and respect. My book is dedicated to both of you,the ones I love, Miss: Paz Pelayo and Mr: Pelayo my lovely Parents, I love you! Also I dedicate this book of poems to my husband Mr: Jose Salazar and my children for they are my other treasures, I love you all! I thank God for letting me know how much I love you now when I am alive, when I am here and I have all of you close to me. Asking God to protect and bless you all, Ana Pelayo.
Y de tus encantos se despiden aromas
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Se me nubla el cielo
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Alma Pura en juventud
Sonrisa de Sol en la montaña
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Alma Pura en juventud
Sonrisa de Sol en la montaña
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El caballero de negro, aquel que carga una rosa roja
En la mano izquierda, Me ha puesto a temblar su mirada
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Mis manos han crecido, ya no son tan pequeñas
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Era un día soleado y sonaban los guitarrones del pueblo
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calmly, and sweet,
Lovely, innocent a good heart
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And I feel
completely flat
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if you never were there, when I was in need?
Your kisses were like snow in the coldest winter,
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