Monday, January 31, 2011

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scares me say I love you. And you tell me. Yesterday, when you went, I wanted to kiss. But I got scared. Because I felt deep inside that kiss you wanted to. It seemed that he would give you a bit my heart. And no. I do not want that. I can kiss you only if you never see them again, you do not want, do not be sorry. Well, I love you to touch me. Not to kiss me. Without caress me. I love you wrinkles and without protest. And no more smiles. Because I can love you only if you promise me that I can love without love. That I may want without getting hurt.

Throughout the day I'm in disguise. At night, I feel naked without my costume. Without it, I have fear. I love you that make me take off my costume every night. And I like love but leave your skin a wolf on the couch. Not take it off, you're better off with her forever. Otherwise, if you take it off, I can not love. I can not realize that just because I wear the mask, then back to fear.

I love you without protest when you continue telling these stories. I have more ...

Sunday, January 30, 2011

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IN THE DREAM OF A NIGHT OF RAIN


Perhaps every drop bring you home,
like a dream slower feelings.
As close to everything and
hand never left.
color in infinite slope.
burning In verses of your laughter,
in the magic of being, in your eyes,
between dreams of who you are today
and were always, always, always left.


Dare to peek at the hinge of your eyes
rain and embrace without reservation.
Dive into the water that wets your skin
no memory of time or injury.
germinates in the clear stream.
And walk away. Go you far away from you,
with the dream of a rainy night.



Tuesday, January 25, 2011

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I'll be watching in the rain
to not forget who you are.
Templándote the memory in my eyes,
spring the stillness
abandoned in a far corner of the night.
And I will not cry your child wandering.
'll never again have to mendigarte
a kiss on the breath tomorrow.



Monday, January 24, 2011

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CLEAR NIGHT PROVIDED BY EXPERIENCED PAIN ON MY FACE




Come, draw near.
Take me by the hand
and toast.
's to the pain experienced.
Not that turn with cowardice.
No one who dodged
looking elsewhere.
We raise our glasses
by the spear in the center of the chest.
For the wound bled.
high By the look
in battle.
toast together
by pain.
Because, thanks to him,
we own
of our destiny.


Sunday, January 23, 2011

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I felt, bum, on my face,
playing with water in my eyes screaming,
on my eyelids slowly into the sunset
some blue and died instantly.
And on the way to Orion, I felt your
breath, warm and free,
adhered to my gait, I am, patient,
large. As big as the sea.
Another afternoon, when my hands
repeated lost among so many chores
lilting, my waist
felt a faint sigh caught on its banks,
as a forgotten verse the fund yesterday.
then confused in the river of people,
felt on my lips so short a kiss
I thought they dreamed, drawn in the sky
night.

Then I remembered.








Saturday, January 22, 2011

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I do not know how long it has taken me to meet
asleep in your arms.
not know the thick and muddy wastelands
I've gone up to you.
I do not know how many ways touched by
darkness fell at my feet with tears.
Yes I know that I've found.
Yes I know I am in you.


not remember how many lips drooping
I searched your kiss. Neither
those bitter tale to which I gave.
I do not know how many souls
soulless I've crawled.
I do not know about the dead skin that I died.


thousand papers do not keep
where I slipped.
Not all those letters I scribbled.
I no longer
ropes with which I hanged
with your icy hands caressing me.


know the day my eyes were on yours
and the axis of the earth stopped beating.
I have the taste of time standing
between my lips.
I have the voice of the world
shouting freedom.



















Monday, January 17, 2011

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I still believe in you. They say they can not trust but I trust. They say beware but I do not want to be so cautious. They say you always have to assume that what is pink is actually black. They say there are more wolves in sheep's clothing that sheep in wolf's clothing. They say they have to protect the damage of others being hurt first, just in case. They say that people are not good but I think that's not true. They say many things that if you the points in a notebook and I read them every night, tomorrow will not come out into the street past or ever. And I'll catch the reaper without Having A immersed in the warm waters of the human heart.

Because I believe you are born pure goodness, and by far that life and the victim bashing you think you are wanting to become an executioner, which really are not prescribed. What you are stands above time. From what you're made, you will continue making it.


Las personas ayudan más que dañan. La mayoría, sin ruído, sin que se note, a todas horas. Pero la marea de la ciudad es tan densa que contamina nuestros ojos. Y no la vemos, no vemos la bondad.

Sin embargo, la bondad no se puede quebrar porque está más allá. Simplemente lo olvidamos. Y todo, para volver a recordarlo. Para volver a creer. Qué trabajo más tonto!


No se puede romper el Amor. Por mucho que digan...

Saturday, January 15, 2011

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'M GOOD YOU ARE NOT ME ABOUT A FISH



Something has happened. I'm a little sad: I'm no fish. My goldfish have "fallen" like me in your arms yesterday, and are not! I can not access comopecesenelagua now wanted to go diving with them. I laughed, not the first time you do this, these fish are naughty. Maybe it's time to close one stage, but I have so much affection that I have trouble comopeces ... I close my eyes and will connect with its past, see what I have to see what I do with them. All colors are with me, kept in a safe place. What I wanted was to move those waters again. But here again today so I have little desire to investigate the shenanigans don blogger going to be that what these little ones are bubbling me is that in its waters and ended up painting the whole picture had to be created. That it is better not to move over the ocean or continue browsing. They will stay suspended in the cyber void, at the mercy of the tide, swaying their silver scales on each click curious or nostalgic, vulnerable to theft from those who do not have lights themselves, but still immune to all protected in the sky. And in the sky no more is needed.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

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FEEL IT UNREAL




Not without fear. I get to you after much time to dodge. And, later, being shipped in the journal of the time. On the train harder to take. In the narrow path to peace. In the innumerable solitudes break your heart at all times and heal it again as if nothing had happened. I had so much to do ... Be undone and at the same time has its double and working chameleon. And I had no time to look, I was so tired ... If I had a second, did not want to look at you. Although often give me comfort, sometimes not. And, for what he had to do was to always be comforted, sheltered and peaceful. He had enough war on the other side of my soul.

But thanks to not ever stop on trust. Thanks to not stop believing in what is beyond this unreality. Thanks to systematically reject the thought of growing fear and without rest the thought of peace, here I am again, mimándote. I do not know how or how long but here I am to continue to give something from me. Me, really, that's all I want to do. Like it matter if here or there. I'm giving because that's why I came to this place.

someday tell that peace is returning home. But not today. Not today. I live and nothing else. And feel like nothing ever felt before. For now Mozart sounds like Mozart and the smell of lily lilium. Because apple pie I just put in the oven now I can not choke.

For all that and everything that's not it, touch the blade of happiness that just fell asleep to wake up again in a moment.

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This image is no less real than what you see around you every day. I wish I could tell you what I want to hear. But it is not possible. You want to tell you that your world exists. That the world is there. The thousands of images that you have mounted your life are real. But that's not true. Are just that, assembling, puzzles that are dedicated to try to fit. And never complete, you're never entirely happy. Can not find the piece you need every day. Looking and looking without success. And each of those days is a lead that charge you on the head. Let's see if today ... probably tomorrow ... today'..., perhaps, next month I will be happy, be happy or August, when frogs grow hair I will be happy.


Happiness. What word is so sweet. It's beautiful, sounds good. What we know about it?, Little more than that, it sounds nice. Chases everyday happiness million times, not exaggerating. Occurs. Happiness happens at every moment. And you did not even whole because you are waiting in another corner of the world. The opposite of their occurrence. Pursue your occupation is fundamental. And while doing so, frantically go after her, you forget that you are missing piece in the puzzle: YOU. You, your real you, not anywhere. And is it just that you miss. Continue your misery without you. So that a thousand things you buy, for twenty hours a day you spend at work, for many drinks you drink in high the tree cardboard highest in Madrid, you can not find nothing to fill you. You're wrong of research. You get confused with pollution. And tomorrow will follow mismito same. And cry. And I gnash their teeth. And you will look in the mirror and see not what is not reflected. Say: "I'm older, much older than yesterday." Again it, the pain. Do not leave alone the very beatings. The pain you as you live far from you.

sense of loss is what you have. Sensation, which does not find anything. The feeling is believing that you feel something but you're not really feeling. Think you lose. But no. Think that it hurts. But no. You think you suffer. But suffering is but a feeling of unhappiness "? I know there are other more technical definitions. The human body needs to survive the pain. In our human machine to him to have a pain signal to alert that something is wrong in there. You Break a leg and a bundle of nerves (literally) that we are as perfect human design organizes sending the pain signal to the brain to locate it where something is happening and will be solved.

At another level, a level that is far from your body, also coexist billion to put warning signs. The movement of love. The waves of energy that moves the world. There, in a remote area of \u200b\u200byour unconscious, emerges your truth. Emerges as you are. And since the outbreak of real life where you start to create you. The creation occurs at every moment. Never stands still. Do not know what is routine. Therefore, as a puppy that just wants to play and never gives up more than ask him to stop, you nibble your ear again and listen more to him. To return to play. To remember who you are. Alien to the expensive perfume that brought you the Magi. And all the lights that put the mayor on your street so you'd stop shine. Your Light is the brightest. And if you turn off all lights in the world to see, shine like a sun flooding everything with your light.

If you do not like your feeling, looking back, where dwells the feeling. Look what you feel, how you feel. Stay very still contemplating that you've discovered. Now you see. You have to stand light. Follow that light because his background is what you want.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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Harbin ice festival. Aphotic Expo

Reprinted, these days it becomes a place so wonderful festival. For those who have not seen in his day:

The city of Harbin, is north of China, in the province of Heliojiang, and is world famous for its festival of ice and snow, held anualmene.
The temperature in Harbin reaches 40 degrees Celsius below zero and stays with the freezing temperature more than half a year.
The city is further north of the known stone cold Vladivostok, Russia, which is to 300 miles away.
What does one do here every winter?
perform an outdoor festival, of course!
Rather than suffer the cold, the residents of Harbin celebrate it, with the annual sculpture festival and powers of snow and ice.
The ice and snow sculptures in Harbin dating from the Manchu dynasty, but organized the first festival began in 1963 and the annual festival itself only started in 1985.
Since then the festival has grown into a massive event, drawing people-more than one million annually worldwide each winter.
The sculptures have become more elaborate and more artistic over time; this bear and her cub are only a small part of this beautiful wall sculptures

Most sculptures displayed at the festival in the snow are competitive groups.
Each team starts with a cube of packed snow that appears to have a measure of three feet on each side, and that they begin to carve.
Teams come from all over the world to compete - Russia, Japan, Canada, France, to South Africa.Parte of entertainment is to guess what nationality is each team, based on the artistic style of the sculpture before reading the signs.

The snow festival is actually separate from the ice festival, both take place in vast fields in the Parque de la Isla del Sol to the north of Harbin River, Songhua Jiang.
Harbin is located south of the river, or a walk is rather cold.
is and it seems colder when you cross the bridge over the wide and very frozen Songhua Jiang. This sculpture is from the Canadian team.

to the sun looks cold in Harbin.
Although mid-afternoon the sun was setting over the snow festival further down the temperature of the temperature freezing.
But the entry of darkness were actually good news because it meant that the snow festival was the beginning.

The ice festival, there's nothing dark or lack of color.
Masses of people arrive at the entrance to the festival and are welcomed with dances and music that is heard in the distance, like a pop music festival.
Bright neon colored lights shine everywhere, buried within the ice blocks that are part of the sculptures that reached over 30 meters high, such as the entrance.
You can imagine people standing on top of this red - blue ladder ice.

The Great Wall simulates a large ice taboga; You can sit and scoot.
You can reach fantastic speeds and spectacular finish to the bottom if you use a slippery coat.

This huge ship was built of ice, with passengers on board.
Although insurance is not very seaworthy, the boat will float if after all is made of ice.
Hundreds of years ago during the Manchu dynasty, 1644 -1912 were these illuminated only by candles

A of the most popular of the festival is trying to climb this wall of solid ice.
Surprisingly, I did not see anyone fall, most arrived at the summit.
All the ice comes from Songhua Jiang, near the river, which provides unlimited quantities, large saws are required to cut through the ice, which can be several meters thick.

The ice festival is mostly a display of architecture.
However, a number of sculptures can be found in this festival of ice as the normal-sized bust of the horse. Agile
young, with good balance these horses up to have their pictures taken.
Notice the different layers of ice on the horses, the blocks of ice are fused together to form larger blocks so you can carve large sculptures such as these buildings.

Nothing better to fight the cold, to ally with. The teams come from all over the world to compete in Russia, Japan, Canada, France ... to South Africa



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Saturday, January 1, 2011

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Next year will bring what he has to bring. But that which we bring to make a difference. And most importantly we can bring the new year is our love.

these words I've stolen from a message I sent a good friend, sister, and they want to start this post brings me back around these parts of my soul, telling him: Congratulations! For being you, to smile every day, every hour, but today is not your day, to encourage those who have next to remove the black color of your glass. So good that you do every day almost without realizing it. You should note, incidentally, so would not be at all times carcomiéndote with what you did that day, so stupid you are when you open your mouth, with the blunder yesterday, you could have been more sympathetic the other day. Sometimes, clothe the eternal guilt of that ridiculous "I'm here more than anyone ...". Although we always know that we feel and transmit intentanto lie is a lie. Give me your hand all-every last we are equally fools, without exception. Do not try colármela because I'm looking beyond, far away from your gestures, your image hyper Hard magazine. I already know this scene so well as you. And the trick, too.

So relax and do not tell me your life poses because I'm not staying in them. Do you think that I have not seen what you suffer and how you hide under a thousand layers of asbestos? Do you really imagine that I am swallowing your stress for me believe that what you show is what not?. Among other things, that's the reason why today I have not gone to your party: not to see you suffer. Neither yours nor the other two to which I have been invited. He could have gone in a couple of times I have doubted: and I'll ride the ideal gateway to see what I am or I relax in house with my dogs, my flowers and my New Year greeting to my friends, though one not friend me Teclita be cast between them traitors. Is that I have very big hands for these Teclita. I have very large hands for me to comfortably fit all the touches that give endless.

I wish for this New Year's Tremendo and wonderful that you take off all costumes. Or at least try it hard. So you cast the more charge that day we hung the hump: pretend what are not and add stress to an already labyrinthine absurd life we \u200b\u200blive.

to pay attention to my friend and make a difference with that great love in you. What do you want in there, imprisoned, musty? Pluck from the grave and prodigality a thousand winds. Discharge is more beautiful. The most fruitful. The one who serves.

For your trip of 365 days I'll give you a thousand kisses pink amaryllis and Eastern Lillium night tattooed on the cheeks of my mother with the dinner with deep love and appreciation I prepared. The pink Lillium East is the only one scent, a heady aroma, sensual and infinite that helps you blow past 2011 to deliver what they are.