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Toda mi vida contiene una belleza sinigual, en ella todo es exitante. mordaz y sobre todo eso es bondadosa, en todos aspectos es impresionante, te lleva de emoción en emoción. es intensa, disfruto cada instante de ella , y ella disfruta de mi , no le doy queja alguna, pues nos conocemos lo bastante para llorar y reir juntas a veces las heridas solo nos sirven para saber que no somos infalibles, pero si para confiar en el Dueño de ella y de mi pos por que no? SOY y Dejo SER...
All my life contains a sinigual beauty, in her everything is exitante. mordacious and mainly that is kind, in all aspects is impressive, takes to you of emotion in emotion. she is intense, I enjoy every moment her, and she enjoys my, I do not give to complaint some him, because we know the enough thing to cry and to reir together sometimes the wounds single they serve us to know that we are not infallible, but if to trust the Owner of her and my pos so that no? I AM and I let BE
Fleeting Star
Fallen down on the wet sand of a cliff, I saw a fleeting star for the first time. Years ago it glided to request a desire when seeing it. It would be truth that fulfilled desires? It did not know it, but it did not lose anything to try it either. It had always dreamed about falling as elegant as a fleeting star. But, how it was going to do it if it had not seen one fall? Although it only was a little while, gave time me to observe it well: it flew at a constant speed, as if its energy emanated serenity, while it more and more approached to lose itself after the mountain. It seemed me that that star was not dead, but lives, more alive than ever, and that had gone on a trip to the sky of other universes so that the life could be astonished of its beautiful curiosity. It is a fleeting star and an eternal star, because at the moment at which it is observed it does not return to happen and engraving remains, circulating, for the life that never goes away. Not even a black hole can cause that its existence disappears. I included/understood suddenly that it was as well as wished to live: as a star of fleeting eternity. How many things I have left still to express? To move to me with fluidity; knowledge that each step that I give leaves track. I see a future where I am raised one superNova that ansía to leave its system. My imagination is opened as my black pupil dilates whichever greater light I am able to assimilate. I close the eyes, I watch and way inside slowly, wisely, by my universe not to blind. To give time to the time until fusing to me with the Kosmos1. He is then when wide-awake to the world and I return to the cliff, where the breeze happens through my face since it has happened through others. Its slight rubbing does that to disper star dust of my skin.
