Grandfather - Abuelo by LudyMelltSekher

Poser • Fantasy • posted on Jul 07, 2007

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ABUELO Hay alguien que fue el mejor companiero, que nos corregia con secreto y dulzura. Era el padre grande, el amigo jardinero que sembro flores de rutilantes alburas. El que siempre estaba dispuesto a correr, cuando algo urgente y rapido habia que hacer. Llegaba elegante despues del trabajo, sonriente y en su brazo un libro debajo. Todo podiamos hacer bajo su mirada dulce. No podiamos dormir sin los cuentos que ejercia. No le importaba envejecer si simplemente. con el estabamos, nuestro ritmo siempre seguia. Habia una complicidad especial de largas horas, pasando tardes y fines de semana a su lado Su infaltable fuego en la parrilla para el asado. Y siempre con tiempo, para darnos sus consejos. Ludy Mellt Sekher© Poema de mi libro "Libro de los Homenajes" ©I.S.B.N.1.345.633.10.9 ©Editorial L.M.S. @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- Muchas Gracias amigos por mirar mi trabajo, sus comentarios son muy importantes para mí @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- Creditos: Background mio en Daz, imagenes en Poser y mis ojos @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- GRANDFATHER (Sorry my English, I used a translator) There is someone that was the best companion, That corrected us with secret and sweetness. Was the large father, the friend gardener. That sowed flowers of sparkling whites. The one that always was willing to run, When somewhat urgent and fast there was that to do. Arrived elegant after the work, Smiling and in its arm a book underneath. All we could do under its sweet look. We could not sleep without the stories that exercised. Him did not it import to age if simply. With him we were, our rhythm always continued. There was a special complicity of long hours, Happening late and end from week to its side It's not to be missed fire in the grill for the roast. And always with time, to give its advice us. Ludy Mellt Sekher© Poem of my book "Book of the Homages" ©I.S.B.N.1.345..633.10.9 ©Editorial L. M. S. @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- Many Thanks friends by looking at my work, its comments are very important for me @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- Credits: Background my in Daz, images in Poser and my eyes

Comments (81)

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eekdog

8:05PM | Sat, 07 July 2007

beautiful! the colors are spectacular, love your font used, setting is A+. lol steve

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shanpoo

8:46PM | Sat, 07 July 2007

Just beautiful I love the peacock!!!...Shannon ;} hugs

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annie5

9:35PM | Sat, 07 July 2007

What a wonderful composition Ludy! Great concept and idea..Superbly done.. Have a nice sunday :)

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irakika

10:56PM | Sat, 07 July 2007

Very lovely work, excellent!

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bogart137

11:39PM | Sat, 07 July 2007

Tienes raz; el abuelo es una figura esencial. Ahora que yo mismo ya lo soy, reconozco todo el legado que los ms me dejaron. Gracias por esta excelente evocaci.

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