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It rhymes XL

Its hand between my hands,
the affectionate head
supported in my shoulder,
God knows how many times
with lazy step
we have strolled around together
under the high elm trees
that of its house are big enough
mystery and shade to the porch.
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And yesterday … one year scarcely,
past like a blow,
with what exquisite grace,
with what admirable composure,
he said to me on having presented us
a semiofficial friend:
I believe that somewhere
I have seen you! Ah, fools,
that you are of the lounges
midwifes of good tone,
and you were walking there in fighter
of gallant entanglements:
what history have you lost,
what so tasty delicacy
to be devoured
sotto voce in a choir
behind the fan
of pens and of gold …!

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Discreet and chaste moon,
walls of its house,
thresholds of its porch,
be quiet, and that the secret
do not go out of you.
Be quiet, that for my part
I have forgotten everything;
and she … she, there is no mask
similar to its face.

That the night it does not confuse you

Today it is not a good day for the born under my zodiacal sign, that says the gossip column where the section of the horoscope is the most well-read. He speaks about treachery, I as good air sign made the imagination free, digressed between two words, Treachery and Lie.

Treachery: Unceremoniously, the treachery consists of defrauding, doing the opposite to for those that others wait.

Lie: it is a declaration realized by someone, hoping that the listeners should believe him, always concealing the reality in partial or entire form.

For me, there are two associate words that generally a ride and I can give other one faith that this way is, and that the gossip column was not concealing occurring of the facts. I have always taken as a flag to be a friend of my friends and a sense of the allegiance, perhaps, sometimes exaggerated, for it these two words give me many disgust, if we add my accented sense to that to the ridiculous one (I am not perfect, you see already), each acts, Treachery and Lie do that the intestines stir me and a sensations jumble outcrops in me (hate, rancor, sadness, disappointment, sorrow …) that hardly it went so far as to overcome in a lot of time.

In these weekdays that we take, I have had to live with them, to go to bed with them, to caress them, to spoil them and to eat up them to slow morsels; bitter like bile and lethal like arsenic spoonfuls. I know that I will survive, I always made it, that the life is still, clear that if, and even with one more notch in the entrails, I will never stop smiling.

If it is allowed me, only I caress the hope to find an Angel (black or white person, never discriminated in colors) that can read hearts and receive emotions without never wondering why, and like good sign of air that I am considered to be, which should allow to fly it frees. It costs, it is a utopia, but that nice is to dream.

And to sweeten this post, a Baby's nice song Daconte - I do not know how to say to you.

That the night it does not confuse you.

- Have you asked for a desire?.
- Edges since it is fulfilled.

If you ask for a desire, care with what you ask, because it is possible that it is granted and the final result is not the wished one. That we do in this case, we return it, ask for the joker of the Fairy of the Desires, or simply you allow yourself to go.

The destination and the desires, they go of the hand, they are antagonistic, capricious, subject to the laws of the hazard and in equal measurement unjust. Let's be careful with the desires, it is possible that we weep for the destination. As he was saying the song, “I do not ask you for the moon, only I ask you for the moment - moment …”. - instante…”.

And so, since it concerns me, and considering the results up to the date, from today (already), I will not ask for desires, I will not think about the destination and will live through the moment as few ones.

I leave this video to you, "qui_chass" clarify the concepts to you, because … the concept, it is the concept, as was saying the personage of the movie Airbag.

I love this version of the topic to quartet rhythm.

That the night it does not confuse you.

I do not try from here, to do a homage to the dead persons. If perhaps to mine, but those who affect me, they have not died.

Once, listen or I read, that our dears do not die until they are not forgotten by its dears, in my case they are not forgotten and therefore they have not died, if perhaps, they will be absent darlings.

As I remember mine (today) that might be any other day and to whom participants of it should want to be made, leave this poem of Francisco Álvarez Hidalgo, with which, in one day as today I feel identified with its poem.

When someone

When someone speaks in the distance,
the wind repeats its words
between the branches of the elm trees.

When someone loves in the distance,
the kiss that both exchange,
it is our kiss, our pleasure.

When someone cries in the distance,
as dry sheets become detached
its tears of our eyes.

When someone dies in the distance,
because its death splashes us,
and something also dies in us.

That the night it does not confuse you