Oops! Ah, so true. I'm sorry about that. I own like 14 PMs each of you actually... Shouldn't have made you remember :ermsmile:
Excuse:: Should have had a Final Exam this very same day (notice I said 'shold have' --> change in the last minute to tell you the truth...), so I was *studing* most of the last few weeks - but now I'm free! (Mainly because -pulling hairs out- the professors didn't show up becase of some political-economical educational business -kocks herself on table-)

But, Never mind. Let's go to poem land! :sorcerer:
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-Song to My character: Entera (mens 'Full' or 'Entire' in Spanish)*-


Virgin Heart

Virgin Heart,
The hold of my hands is weak
My eyes only see in black and white.
I thought I saw
A shade of grey.

Virgin Mind,
Its feed is slow.
Learn's like making me love.
Obsession of a dead angel
That cries you name.

Oh, Virgin Kisses...

Goodbye, my love
Now rest.


Nadia I Rey.


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Answer of my sister's riddle:
Colonialism/Imperialism
... OK, it's her riddle, not mine,
so don't start taking my head of yet!



More to come!