October 14 2009
Sleep
The fragility of the memory does that the sleep sometimes is not remembered. Other times there is the hardness of heart, the serviceability or the indolence those that, like a ballast, they brake and prevent from taking to term. An apathetic heart is worse than an infarction. The infarction for a living heart, the apathy is incompatible with the life. El infarto para un corazón vivo, la abulia es incompatible con la vida.
He was saying M. Benedetti:
The caresses of the sleep
that are a prodigy and delight
they suffer from a defect
they have no tact.
Will it be true?: Of what color is it the sleep? To what do they know? How to be able to catch them without they escaping from us between the fingers like the waters of a creek? Why not to take the tact and all the senses to the sleep? ¿Cómo poder atraparlos sin que se nos escapen entre los dedos como las aguas de un arroyo? ¿Por qué no llevar el tacto y todos los sentidos a los sueños?
They tell that one day the boy woke up much early, almost infuriating the dawn. It took his sleep bag and set off.
- mother I go to distribute sleep for the world.
His sleep bag was a small burlap sack. His seams were threatening to burst due to the numerous quantity of sleep that it was containing. Fifteen years dreaming give for a lot of sleep.
The boy where it was happening was giving sleep. In the city it left a sleep of blue color that brought a new sky and a new light.
Fire gave a red sleep to the lovers but without the burns of the disappointment or the routine.
For that they expect for one of green color full from hope, and dusted of capacity of surprise and continuous happy moments.
And while the time was happening the boy stopped being such. He became an adult, nevertheless from his burlap sachet new sleep was arising …
For those that they weep it gave them a sleep of white linen with which to wipe the tears and at the same time to paint in him million new laughs with different tears.
It delivered to that they see everything black them the yellow one which light no darkness could extinguish.
And the years happened. The man became an elder. To the alone burlap sachet he had left a sleep. One of this big sleep color arcoíris. approaching a child delivered it to itself. Uno de esos sueños grandes color arcoíris. Acercándose a un niño se lo entregó.
- better keep it for you, because it is the last one that you have and you will remain without any. The child said.
- Tómalo is for you. If you accept it it will be for me the best of the gifts. I take a life giving sleep to the others, this has been my sleep. That my burlap bag is empty only it means that I fulfilled my sleep Que mi bolsa de arpillera está vacía solo significa que cumplí mi sueño
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It values in Bitacoras.com: The fragility of the memory does that the sleep sometimes is not remembered. Other times there is the hardness of heart, the serviceability or the indolence those that, like a ballast, they brake and prevent from taking to term. A heart abúl … Otras veces es la dureza de corazón, la comodidad o la pereza las que, como un lastre, frenan e impiden que se lleven a término. Un corazón abúl…
Sky
I always like what you write you very are right in it. You are my sleep. You plows the man I always dreamed of. You are the man I always dreamed of.
kisses my surferillo
If there could be someone who gives sleep full of humanity. he would ask him there to be harmony in all the events that wrap us every day and that hardly we can go out airy frequently, a few times you go out airy others not so much and in other salt completely crestfallen on having observed how around there are the spectators who do not do anything for avoiding a negative end.
If it had to choose a sleep it would be to be in the mind of some persons to know if they are really they are as they look at my eyes.
If it had to choose a sleep it would be to be always to be happy and to be able to savor the colors that impregnate the life.
If it had to choose a sleep it would be to be able to be able to live through the life.
If it had to choose a sleep it would ask to be surrounded with the people whom I love.
If it had to choose a sleep it would close the eyes and to dream freely and that my mind was free to be able to think at full freedom.
If it had to choose a sleep it would choose that you were choosing yours dear friend and to be able to show this beautiful neckline that you deserve yourself and to see you smiling and feeling happy.
If it had to choose a sleep … …
the sleep is there, we can have them every day, enjoy them, share them and even live through them if we knew that we are capable to make the wished sleep real. Everything is in the energy that we choose, if we want to see it realized, we will use the highest, cleanest energy, the certification … that one that has neither nastiness, nor bad desires, he does not even envy … and you will see as your sleep becomes true.
One of the nicest sleep of the life is to live through it …