File of July, 2008

July 26 2 008

The Words remain

When the eyes speak … the words remain.

Only its sheen is the protagonist, which shouts its monologue, which its truth publishes, which edits its history, which defends its theories, which it denounces …

You look at me, and that you want to listen to the melody that my eyes hum, but your mouth denies it and silence begs me.

A silence that for me is the air that I breathe in this moment, is this breeze with smell of sea that makes me feel serenade, it is the spring that relaxes me and relieves.

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July 23 2 008

Worries

In that place, where everything is so insipid and insubstantial,
it was you who were silent, gone, foreign to everything, you were.

Killing hardened displeasures, olvidos ungrateful,, simple if.

Vile unknown, without explicit, living and tenacious arrogance, soft, subdued charisma,
sweet of entertaining, easy of tough and sad life.

Obstinacy, blind, frugal, quiet, restrained of facts clear.

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July 22 2 008

I have to Learn More Of Me

Published by Mess in my small space

I suppose that it turns out to be easy to criticize free what the others do … and it is difficult to us to accept more our errors or to scandalize us of ourselves. I am the first one that I give aforesaid to myself, “I do not learn from my error to the foreign negative criticism”, uffff to think about the others that easy it is, and that difficult it is to put itself in its place, to manage to understand the reasons for which they move such actions, all so you bid as incomprehensible.

Perhaps I will have to look more at the pocket of my soul and embrace the reasons that everyone has to act. To read more …»

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July 17 2 008

My Princesita

Published by Mess in my small space

I appreciate the important things that are allying me with my life, the space that they granted to me when they me gave “my life”. Perhaps her many details escape from me, I presume to be unconscious when I lose the opportunity not to stop in them, and to enjoy them. In spite of it I try every day, to do a funnel to my sensations and to overflow in me the same. I am afraid to get confused, am afraid not to absorb what me around gives to me free, Read more …» Temo despistarme, temo no absorber lo que mí alrededor me da gratuitamente, Leer mas … »

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