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AIR
The walks of your existence live in the air;… the walks of the seas and those of your greatest prudence;… in your death I hear your name, but not your life;… I have been present in the most delicate of your exist, while you have dedicated yourself solely to making me suffer;… however, even regardless of what happened there, it has been shown for me that only you, my beautiful fairy, make me happy.
ILLUSTRATION: Two of everything
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VELVET BEAUTY
My beauty, smell of velvet, sing the song of the bird and delirium with the wind;… be subtle, magical and skillful in the face of life and with all its kingdom;… enjoy your endless journey, your place and your wings of mystery;… walk as you run and finish, fantasize the truth and detach yourself as you walk;… become sediment, fragile without the body but remember over time;… forgive those who vanish and those who cause the illusion;… be an angel, be my heaven and see outside, that there is a world there that awaits us, that although it is not very effective and also lacks a wind, if it has in its episcopal cleft in the center, a groove of hell itself; … but martyrdom is wandering and calm, behind the suspicion of being bold and magnificent;… then your flight will stop in what you recognize your own warrior’s shadow, the one that feeds with her song and her so perfect reflection;… and so on, until you try absolute nostalgia;… but little by little feel, feel the sense of death;… die for me to pray, and disgrace to the one who slanders the enemy of battle or conflict;… see through me, the mirror of the sky, imagine the morning and sing, sing again, because it is you, and nobody but you, my enchanted and adored velvety beauty.
ILLUSTRATION: The chaos of the maze
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LOVE
Love, called like this because of someone’s wishes on some occasion;… it is what makes us and gives us so much satisfaction;… what builds us from top to bottom so that we can continue with our routine and inspired motivation that makes us.
Love, in its many forms of detail, is what is truly required in the entire galaxy;… since it, with its four letters that together sound like eternal music, gives us the greatest strength to continue fighting before any misfortune that interferes between us.
Love is what we all need in some way or another and what without a doubt, we will always need without being able to avoid it;… with its everything and its inconceivable significance, love is the indecipherable flight that surrounds us every day; … every morning; … and during every second of impenetrable breathing, because with its sense of air or heartbeat itself, it gives us warmth wherever it is; … with the mother’s call, the son’s reason or the creation of two addicted bodies between them.
Love is what it is, period, without having to delve into the matter;… everything that exists in life is love;… although sometimes it is difficult to distinguish it because it has more than one definition to describe its concept and flavor.
ILLUSTRATION: Overload
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BLESSING OR SIN
If God knew how to bless or relieve with eternal prayers, then the praises and consolations would be a plea full of happy airs;… but nothing is like the continuous or the fleeting;… the absolute and the sea change without asking, to give us like this , a sharper perspective of what makes up the truth.
The day is a spell and it rolls as it walks and flies among its canvases and lily colors;… the compass of the world and its sound of mystery is a tremendous disguise to hide from us the great face of Reality.
And so then my being becomes complicated, my permanence in this space of imprint is broken without more or more, while the stillness that reigns in my body just gets tired of oscillating so much; … oscillating between belief, prayer or the very prominence;… because it is that in the end, every heart on the planet is after a recondite hope that will solve all problems;… just as it happens with the luck of the hunter, who persecutes and persecutes forever the suffering of a desperate pain.
Peace walks, conforms and hides;… love meets, distorts and opens;… caresses, women and affection, are so necessary perditions or kindness, that if you do not love them or face them face to face, you will be able to fall between their networks very easily.
Today I have grown, I have lived and I have loved the muse who has made me lose and win everything;… I have given everything for her;… and if the world repeats itself again tomorrow, I am sure I would love her as I do ;… However, despite everything, I don’t know if this is good, or rather, something completely worthy of sin.
ILLUSTRATION: Strong
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QUESTIONING
I feel that I fly in a second of time;… when I stop, the thought emerges as a veil;… then I feel the hue of the eternal;… I see the same as always, without even recognizing the colors of its center;… the innocence of the detail filters through my mind;… the moment is a precious diamond that puzzles me with its many curiosities;… I already see those messages, I translate them into my peculiar strange language;… what is so mine and what sacred to my human understanding;… from one moment to the next, everything becomes cloudy, although at the same time, everything is a delicacy of simple and extremely relaxed nonsense;… already like this, as an endless cycle, I return again to the origin; … I go back to thinking about another matter;… about another principle both of us and of the same world.
ILLUSTRATION: The muses that inspire me
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THE SOUL IN US
The charisma of the whole world is translated into full air;… and as simple as that is, what comes and goes also stays somewhere eternal;… then being born or dying in this wheel place, it could be said that we are what we do not even imagine ourselves to be;… dust, body or structure that walks and flies, it would be nothing if it weren’t for the soul;… that which gives meaning to the wave, movement to laughter or essence to people ;… In short, something much deeper than what we simply detect through textures and faces.
The soul;… the soul in us and in the whole world, is a force that lifts us up;… speaking to us in so many ways it gives us that which makes us who we are;… matters disguised as various things that from time to time when they forget the Whole;… their truth, reason and non-existent organism, which is the only thing that surely is required to be and be present in this of life and subsequent pleasure.
ILLUSTRATION: The tangles in my head
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SCIENCE AND ART
Linked by the air they get up and carry themselves in a big way;… between occasions and phrases they are built and made;… and so, until little by little through a circle that composes them, they create what is perceived from side to side;… a fascinating fascination that looks like an oscillating star without waiting;… it is that art and science, although they may well be opposites in all that refers;… they are also complementary and indispensable parts of a true process.
Art and science, united by a bond of strong harmony, intertwine with each of their days, principles followed that could give multiple alternatives to continue in life.
In charisma then of what happens while the human flavor beats, the ability of the one who seeks solutions is threatened by several pints of colors; … between pinks, blues and so many different tones, the amplitude of the answer is given while think about the creative and its very general manifesto;… so once this established thought is created, science is reached from slight consequences.
Art and science, united by an indisputable mania, work like a scene of mastery, until finally they manage to turn into applause all that range of variables that at first, did not form absolutely nothing that could give way to something simple Or at least something beautiful and complicated.
ILLUSTRATION: Highlighting a face
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COLOR
Intense color, bright color, color so full of different nuances;… you are so black, but also so white and attractive;… today here you call me from your rainbow area so that I understand the reasons that emanate from your center .
Your concept like this, in everything and tone, is simply the essence of some strange phenomenon;… such a phenomenon, which causes the grace of all of us.
And from then on; … based on my belief in idealizing you, I take care of you and drink you like never before.
The enigma therefore breathes me;… it breathes me while my theories about your absolute and great fantasy, only lift me to the limits of life.
The truth suddenly escapes me;… the word of that is fleeting;… and it never stops anywhere.
Anger drags me;… it drags me to understand the lie;… the lie of thinking that one color is enough to stand out.
A color, an idea, a thought that walks behind a footprint;… a storm runs over me like this.
I am strange, I am different;… I am only someone who believes in celestial blue, as something pure and true that continues to beat tirelessly.
ILLUSTRATION: Dreaming of that universe
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DISASTER
Majestic is the nature of disaster; … majestic is what happens and what does not happen at every moment; … a giant monster is derived from every second; … a giant monster that hides like a coward behind of any disguise;… in each piece of time, circumstance or breath a storm manifests;… a mention of a hurricane that does not stop destroying the wind in order to act;… the whole, the hurricane or the disaster itself, we it surrounds without stopping, because something wants to express us;… it surely wants to tell us that there is life in fire and life behind the error;… so with its strong and violent situation, it appears threat, so that we can respect it;… then , after his roar or his monstrous routine, rest a little before rolling over again;… storm, disaster, mention of hurricane, do not fall into words and please, forget about peace, that in life if not there is something to fight for, one simply becomes incapable; … a despicable being without nec esity of giving more; … more of himself and of his flight in all this that exists and that undoubtedly already is.
ILLUSTRATION: Conformity
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FRIENDSHIP OF THE FRIEND
Between realities and fantasy, what it is, in one way or another dictates us;… the path of life opens up from the moment the flight of any bird is born;… and thus, it also happens when one crosses paths with those undeniable beings that we they offer so much, without being part of our red blood; … the friend, the friendship, the constant point of union between people who share some illusion, is a link full of emotion; … the friend, the friendship from the beginning, is translates into speech or deep listening, in which the people involved in this same rhythm, generate their own worlds covered with generosity, smile and full confidence by the acts of who composes its purest complement. Friendship, the friend, is the one who is always with you;… who dresses in tranquility and words when the burden covers you;… who accepts you for who you are, and does not expect you to become that something, but because of him moment is just chimera. Friend, friendship, thank you for your efforts; … for being there since I remember, and not letting myself fall into synonyms of melancholy or sadness, because with your support tones, you have been able to involve me in life, to forget about it. which is simply not important at all. Friend, friendship, thank you for being where you have always been;… with your ways and everything, together we have built a relationship of charisma, dedication and honor;… from here to heaven and from heaven as the entire Universe beats together we will walk, Since between brilliance and friendships, the game that occurs in each of the situations will be magnificent and exciting, if there is a great company during the extensive back and forth that happiness has given us. -
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Art
Art flies in the art of art itself;… the one that art causes, and that is not, if it is not to love you;… love you by touching you, showing you and feeling you, in my many sides, corners and places of gallant; … And this is how I dream of you, how I realize you and I see you in my dream;… walking on the fringes of this concept so dressed as a fairy or greatness;… I fly, like and live from art;… from your art and your eternal love you;… I am art, or it depends on it to stay alive within this tangled odyssey to find you;… because art for me is a problem, a solution, a manifestation of all kinds or situations;… it is a love, a challenge or an immense oversight;… a piece of nothing sacrificing for a whole, or at least, for a large shore;… an end, an objective, a clear, a dark, between mixed, loved and united;… a touch, a love you , a disaster, a desire for you with madness and too much passion, despite being at the limit of sanity and enduring reason;… that is art;… the art of life and d e breathing, more than anything else, or more than any other exaggeration;… art is you at its best. -
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A kiss
I will give you a kiss to shed me, not just a tear or a poem;… but to turn my essence as a continual traveler without memory or motive, into a true knight of the nights and of the days. I will give you a kiss;… a kiss is what I will give you, to create from you and me, a most perfect universe;… a universe full of skies and immense seas, where the life that surrounds us both, be the only thing that matters to the one who regulates the times in all its aspects. A kiss, a kiss is what I will give you, to get away from me, that obsessive madness about the beating of your pores and the complexion of your knees; … a kiss, a kiss is what I will give you, to stop this fiction that has created my heart;… and so then, turn it into a majestic song;… into a song, where its syllables and notes speak about a true and unique passion. -
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The coincidence of thought
The chance of a thought that perishes without saying words, just happens;… at that point or in that abyss of the world, the great shape that seduces us, leads us to the end of our minds;… every corner of detail that hides a reason for avant-garde, is an open message about the fact and the many circumstances. The chance of a thought that works in a surprising way stimulates itself like the heartbeat that lives under our customary seams. The sense of the human sense is unique and indecipherable, because even if we do not want it;… there will always be hundreds of truths that will take us away from our purest and truest understanding. The chance of a thought in proceeding from the man who makes us is a purely interesting delight in matters of everything, and even the living and the mundane that exists in this so singular plane. -
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The Summit of Peace
In that cusp of peace that surrounds us without warning, we try many times to locate our regret;… without wanting to, knowing it or meditating on it, the exhausting rhythm that we carry every day, incites us to want to seek relief on any plane;… it is normal to be human and at times to disguise ourselves as lambs to support a large part of our loads in the amplitude and category of certain superimposed forces. Believing in something more than one’s own effectiveness in this traditional reality is as necessary as food in the body’s stomach;… believing in beliefs that we don’t even see, doesn’t make us more or less;… simply It is an audacious alternative so that the rivers of people that flood this place, feel in some way or another accompanied in their days and obstacles;… many times knowing that there is someone else who sustains our faith is enough to continue standing. Praying, seeking peace in the corners of saints or virgins with cloaks, is an extremely respectable matter;… because although for many it does not have nor will it have the most resounding meaning;… for the most believers of reality, it is an enormous symbolism full of Everything and of meaning. The cusp of peace that surrounds us every day without warning, is in one and no one else;… in your belief for whatever and in finding solutions to the great problems that come to us without stopping. -
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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DREAM
Sound that emanates sound, the most emotional thing flies in me and like a bird appears, among my lover’s skins;… I once dreamed, with the most beautiful of your essence and your beautiful behavior;… you walked and you looked like such a perfect woman;… sweet, calm;… passionate and soft;… without saying words, you just looked at me and looked like a fairy, my smile was so quiet, that so timid and rarely manifested with laughter;… soft;… soft softness dressed you completely and in A matter of moments, that was what made me recognize you; … with such great subtlety, you told me, without saying anything, that you already loved me, for being what I was, and not for dressing up as a dashing, conqueror or romantic, just once in a while. In that woman, you took my hands;… I felt the pulses of your wave and like each one of your pores, they were intoned with that sea of tenderness that characterized you. I felt in the air, in the skies and touching universes;… feeling your hands intertwining mine was like knowing your desires, without having to fight to discover them;… my love in love in peace, in blessing of the indecipherable or in A matter of the hallucinatory, it increases with your image;… because thanks to you, in that comforting dream, I could already visualize you, as a real and true angel, and not only as the wonderful muse, who had always enchanted me to be a poet of flesh and blood. -
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LIFE IN LIFE ITSELF
In that back and forth we get into without being able to avoid it, we can perceive each thing as part of the reality that exhausts us. Already inside this constant that makes us, we live as men in certain circumstances;… in certain times and thinking only about what we have to do. Life in life itself captures each breath of the planet to give its air and motive to each being of existence.
