A poem to empress Josephine de Beauharnais from her lover, Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821) emperor of the French.
My heart cannot anymore my emotions accommodate. Permit me to be pragmatic in affections which in its very bottom I have buried: Let me hold you in my cozy hands and kiss you. Let me your succulent apples feel, as I explore the smooth, soft and sweet fragrant landscape of your body. The sensual touch of your lower curves would undoubtedly to the highest heavens convey me. Let me hold you tight so that no one else may grab you. Let me in your love's citadel seek eternal refuge from the vast armies of Europe.
A touching, loving and spirtual insight of the dying process, filled with peace, smiles and starting on their journey, taking me with them as far as I could go, returning back with something I didn't have before. Will be out early in 2010..on Kindle
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Sixty-seven days after departing Flores Island in Europe’s westernmost waters, the schooner Heimdall and her stalwart crew has finally arrived at the mysterious Isla Socorro in the Revillagigedo Archipelagoes. The discoveries they make are astounding
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