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Read a sample DEDICATION With Great Respect, These poems which I have written have a lot of meaning
within every line, and mean a great deal to me. I feel privileged that they have
a chance to be published for others to read. I would like to devote this book to my darling family,
especially my parents Alicia Antonia and Roberto Piedrabuena, and friends for
all their support and encouragement on my poetry writing, without their faith I
would not have produced it. Regards with much love to my beloved partner Luca Donadini
and our son Marco Luca Mariano, for all their affection and devotion throughout
everything. Their support could not have been greater, even if they tried. Love you dearly, Nancy Viviana
Piedrabuena Registered
Hurt Within
this time I have learnt how cruel the world can be. It
has taught me how to cry, hurt and fear. It
has shown me the desperation of a broken heart, the
misery and grief it can carry inside. I
have tasted many emotions and experienced many characters. And trod
on many personalities along passages throughout my life. Yet
still we can't overcome tears, nor justify those afflictions that
affect us so deeply. I
have laughed ultimately, but yet cried to the lowest point of one’s
essence, apart of life’s twirling winds, I always said. An
absence of silence always seems to overcome us at some certain
point within a moment of our present view. While
others hurt and yet forget, my memory lingers along the extreme. Soul
searching for some kind of attachment that will lead us to faith and tie down the heartbreak that carries us to the unknown. Reaching
out to defeat what feels impossible to heal, my only escape is my published
words. This
is my book - a book, which to me has many feelings. It's
a journal in which I am able to write words only my heart can define. In many ways I write to release what’s already lost, and
I find comfort in writing for it makes me strong and gives me the courage to
face the moment. Though
sometimes a moment doesn’t last. But
you learn to survive through your own battles of hurt, and that's the greatest
courage of them all. I
address this book ‘Sounds Of The
Soul’, In
many ways it eased my hurt as I wrote away my pain. Nancy
Viviana Piedrabuena The
Face Of Yesterday I stood there in the shadow looking deep into his closed eyes. He lay so still without a gesture or feeling. I could feel myself lose itself in the unknown, but it was his face that wouldn’t escape my mind. So gentle and tender, as if it was moulded not real. His straight black hair tucked neatly behind his ears. The silence was so loud, though he remained lying down, drifting into his dreams. I bent down and kissed his soft dried lips, and caressed my hand gently long his cheek. Like a baby’s bottom it was smooth but yet cold. Didn’t know where to begin to let go. Hoping he’d open his beautiful green eyes and reach out to me as in yesterday’s cries. A tear from my eyes to his, how to embrace such a sad vision of one that had only reflected with bliss.
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