echo

I could still feel the echo of his hand on mine.

love is but an echo in her head

Beautiful songs and voice echo in my heart.

And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I'd always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to an ear.

The decision is your own voice, an opinion is the echo of someone else's voice.

Aires and Echo Emerson. Their mother must have hated them to give them names like that.

In Damascus:poems become diaphanousThey__e neither sensualnor intellectualthey are what echo saysto echo . . .

She was sitting in a dark room, curled up and her head buried on her knees. His name echoing in her mind, like a thunder over a seashore. She was torn between the happiness brought by the waves, that touched her feet and fear of losing herself in the chaos. created by the sound that shattered her whole world into pieces.

The only existence I know now is the one I was given. An echo of what used to be.

If the world appears abundant in smiles or overwhelmed by scowls, you might ask yourself if you're not to blame.

Everybody feel pain except a woman who kicks a man in the balls.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

The echo of a red rose__t the sunset, you decided__o check out.

Life writes the poetry, but it will always call for witnesses and scribes alike to tattoo its echoes upon the ghosts of trees.