September 27 2 008
The State of Conscience
The State of conscience
What does he punish to wake up one day and to find you
The empty bed, a hollow that cheers up to stretch
And to stretch in this hollow that was always
Occupied.
The far-away look in the horizon and a thought
That says to you that you continue here, that you are happy, that you love to
Your family, that you need them.
You stretch the hand look for this hollow, hope to find it
I fill, because gap does not fill you, there are many years next to you.
Comforting to return to the unison of the life.
To fold adventurous wings, to pretend trasnoches in sail.
To fly at a height of the sun, to sail in the gap of the waves
Mysterious.
To walk on immortal dunes.
The fulminating beams of the day, they accompany the morning
After the stormy rain.
I smoke seeds of broken sleep, the smoke blurs
The lost time.
Why are birds that cannot fly off?
Why are plants that do not bloom?
Why are beardless men?
Why are walls between the men?
Salt an ant of its anthill for
To look for meal for the winter, the antennas
They detect movement and it is scared, tries to flee
But a foot squashes it, she is hard and it will survive.
When she raised the foot done to gait.
It bears a proportional weight to which a human being
It might not go so far as to take.
A friend has commented to me that not how to end
The writing and it was right, because I do not want to finish it
When it turns that I wait be prompt … I will finish it
Thanks for accompanying myself in the silence.
Maica
Maica, all the peguntas without answering and that difficult its answers, difficult why each one we would give the completely different one and not for it less guessed right.
It has always thrilled me the form in which you write, hotly, forces and especially tried to transmit, to give-dándote - of all your post, today he would emphasize this.
To fly at a height of the sun,
to sail in the gap of the waves
mysterious.
To walk on immortal dunes.
Simply, without words you have left me and the absent look.
a besito, Maica
It always makes me happy that you like my writings
but even more that come to you, or that you can read
between lines what I want to transmit, although honestly
it is done by the intention of which every reader him of your own vision.
Thank you friend a besito
Your writing is like a letter of the Doors, fully of meaning secretly. Not where they take your letters, because to know it it is necessary to meet you and I do not have the privilege (at the moment) but worry, interior struggle and hope transmit me. I do not know where you go small ant, but we will wait for your return more strengthened and always winning.No sé donde vas hormiguita,pero esperaremos tu regreso mas fortalecida y siempre vencedora.
Health and luck Maica.
I have liked Maica, although the answers you already know them in abundance.
… All the questions have its answer, the question is if we like the one that corresponds to him.
PD. Maica look after girl, besitos … Mess
There you have given to him diavola, but this is precisely what he wanted to transmit.
That everyone gives him his own sense without searching for anything
To try of doing of it a hieroglyphic, just is the state
That everyone elije.
Or he enjoys, or without much ado it is content with the step of the experiences
Lived.
Thank you like always of taking you as my rinconcito bloguero.
Kisses friend:*
Thank you mess for your desires, sometimes we do not know the answers, not always.
It is like that and we it have k to take as such.
My writing this time is for k each of us
extract your own conclusion of the things.
Kisses beauty:*
Maica, since I do not always understand it but if I continue leendo one day I will learn that more Spanish to be able to understand it everything q means a few plababras in Spanish q I do not understand. Deseperezarte, blurs, immortal, beardless dunes, walls between the men I do not understand all this. I despair porq do not understand it and I would like to be able to understand but I continue hechando desire to him and continue leendo. What if I understand me to been desirable very much Maica. Me desespero porq no lo entiendo y quisiera poder entender pero le sigo hechando ganas y sigo leendo. Lo que si entiendo me a gustado mucho Maica.
kisses Erika
When I cresca want to write as well as you do it.
Erika
Good beautiful Erika not k can say,
I am sorry not to be able to explain to you what I want
that I meant, I wait k when you should be major
since little you are happy, scribes as you do it,
kisses beauty
Maica is the white person and the black, the silence in contrast with the full sound, it is the wave of the sea that triumphs with its froth and moves back discreet, to return with this random suspense.
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Maica is read opening the senses, and then there comes this rhythm, this magic force, this magnitude that sprouts in feeling of the crater of its deepest experiences.
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On having submerged in her, it is when you notice that come what may what there he has written, they encourage these words like a balsam applied with sweetness in the soul, because the language that exists behind, is univesal.
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Maica is the chaos that tends to the order, it is the order that looks for the chaos … like the nature that he needs to break to grow and there the secret resides for reequilibrarse.
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Maica always grows, because he has been able to melt intelligently with the nature and this complicity has given him the most dynamic gift of its value.
. Good I do not believe either that to everything it is necessary to look for his answers. besitos