The Power of Love and Life’s Journey: A Collection of Reflections

I Have Plenty Balls

To go through the streets breaking the night without you.

I stand and I like the night in your skin if you let me.

If I remember you because the cold is advised to do me.

Seek peace in every bed, every door, pa sunrise blur me or without me.

Over-crossing Your Way

Over-crossing your way you meet other lives: to know or not know them, live them or leave them running back is a matter that only depends on the choice you make on a moment. Know it or not, to pass long or often deviate your existence is at stake, and of who is at your side.

I’m Not Special

I’m not special, that’s for sure. I am an ordinary person with ordinary thoughts, which has led an ordinary life. No monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart, and so for me, this is more than enough.

A Writer Never Forgets

A writer never forgets the first time that accepts coins or a compliment in return for a story. Never forget the first time you feel the sweet poison of vanity in the blood and think that if anyone manages to find his lack of talent, the dream of literature will be able to put a roof over his head, a hot plate at the end of the day and wants most, his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that probably will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that time because then it is lost and his soul is priceless.

Mr. Bartleboom

Mr. Bartleboom dropped the pen, folded the paper, put it in an envelope. He got up, grabbed his trunk, a mahogany box, lifted the lid, dropped the letter inside, open and undirected. In the box there are hundreds of identical envelopes. Open and undirected.

Bartleboom is thirty-eight years old. He believes that somewhere, the world will find a woman who, as always, is his wife. Occasionally regrets that fate persisted in him waiting, stubbornly so rude, but over time has learned in the matter with great serenity.

Almost every day for years now, he takes the pen and writes. It has no name and no address to put in envelopes, but has their story. And who but her? He believes it will be beautiful when they are put into your lap a mahogany box full of letters and say:

– I expected.

She slowly opened the box and when you want, read the letters one by one and back by a blue line of ink mileage repossess years day, moment-that this man, even before meeting her and had given him. Or perhaps more simply, dump box and snow fun astounded at this letter, saying that man smile:

– You’re crazy.

And I love you forever.

You Do Not Believe the Fire

You do not believe the fire burn until it gets the upper hand, then it is not to speculate. Is the realization, make mistakes, burn … it hurts, then do not do it again.

People go through life all the time. People are renewing and learn them. some others are not forever, but go through us for something.

Perhaps this also be the opportunity to put an end to mixed feelings that were not … because they might not be either.

“Do not regret what made you have to learn EVERYTHING.”

Tell Me a Word

Tell me a word until the last of my nerve endings vibrate for you. Ask me a kiss, and every ounce of my breath you are soaked.

Give me a hug and I lose the map of your body. Get lost in a million and you will find my heart with each beat.

The pleasures violent end in violence, and have in triumph his own death, just as the fire consumed the powder in a ravenous kiss …

I Try to Write in the Dark

I try to write in the dark your name. I try to write I love you. The dark trying to say this. I do not want anyone to know, nobody see me at three in the morning, walking along the room, crazy, full of yourself, bright, blind, full of yourself, derramándote. I mean your name with all the silence of the night, my heart cries silenced. I repeat your name, I repeat, I say tirelessly, and I’m sure there will be dawn.

True to the Thinking

True to the thinking we know everything, but know the thinking is one thing and knowing with the heart, is quite another ….

Each time you feel like to turn things just the wrong things, remember that the first revolution to be carried out within oneself is the first and most important.

Pursue any idea no idea of self is one of the most dangerous things you can do ….

Each time you feel lost, confused, think of the trees, remember the way they grow. Remember that a large tree canopy and few roots is shot down by the first gust of wind, while a tree with many roots and little cup circular barely leaves the sap.

Root and crown should have the same measure, you must be in things about them, just so you can offer repair and shadow, the only way to get the right season you can cover you with flowers and fruits, and then when you open to many roads and not know where to go, do not get into any one at random: sit and wait.

Breathe deeply committed to that breathed the day when you came into the world, without letting anything distract you, looks and looks more even. Stay silent still, and listen to your heart, and when you speak, get up and go where you take …

* If it were not so cowardly you open your heart ….

Do Not Try to Bury the Pain

Do not try to bury the pain, will run through the earth under your feet, will seep into the water you drink and you poison the blood.

The wounds are closed, but there are always more or less visible scars that bother again when you change the time, reminding the skin its existence, and with it the coup that resulted. And the memory of the coup will affect future decisions, create unnecessary fears and sorrows washed away, and you grow as a creature off and cowardly.

Why try to flee and leave behind the city fell? Why the vain hope that in another place, in a milder climate, and it will not hurt the scars and drink cleaner water? All around you will rise the same ruins of your life, because wherever you bring it to the city you. No new land nor sea again, life is spoiled spoiled you anywhere in the world.

Well You’re Wrong

Well you’re wrong, I’m much more than that. I am the guy who takes her to doctor. I’m the guy who takes a nightclub when he gets drunk, I’m the guy that I go shopping. And I’m the guy who takes three years, three years dreaming of her.

You’re in love, right? Could you be day and night alongside the person you most want to save the site to another?

“And trying to get away from it, because you do not want to get there? Because they ask me, because he is not. And you know what? That’s it. Because he … He is where he wants to be.

And here the only one who does not know she is. And I even bother … I’m fucking up the damn eggs from storage site to another.

Even the eggs. BECAUSE THIS SITE IS EMPTY FUCKING.

* Five minutes is eternal life in five minutes …

I Never Knew My Mother

I never knew my mother was killed. Juan Cruz killed my dad when I was a baby. I picked up, washed my head and I was subjected over the years. Let’s say my head is a mess, and arguably I’m totally screwed. And how to untie a knot so? Well, I am a psychoanalyst, working with words, love words.

But sometimes words are useless. Sometimes the right word is that it is silent. Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes words are heard without being said. There are words that heal, and others killed.

Sometimes silent to avoid further pain and silence are the words that both needed. A silence, a simple word or a monologue irritating, everything speaks, everything he says.

But sometimes do not cover even the silences and the words, we must go further, to move from words to action, because the rest, the rest is just blah blah.

I Guess You Have Thousands

I guess you have thousands of beautiful memories with him, and it is impossible to forget. But I’m not giving up and I’ll even the score, I’ll stay by your side, making all the memories of the world, So that one day you go to bed and realize that I am in almost all the moments that make you smile.

Sometimes You Think

Sometimes you think that everything has been forgotten, that rust and dust of the years have fully destroyed and which, in their greed, one day we trust.

But just a sound, a smell, a sudden and unexpected touch, that, suddenly, the flood of time falls without mercy on us and the memory will shine with the brilliance and fury of lightning …

We Are the Unfinished Story

We are the unfinished story, a sea of memories left in oblivion and a feeling that he fell asleep on the promise of yesterday …

We saved what was left in a drawer, knowing smile, the eternal embrace, he could be, but it never happened, the illusion hidden, the uncertain path, the secret pain and time out.

We are therefore not defined simply, because he could never think clearly.

We are what we were, we could be and what we are, we are nothing and can be all …

Darkness. Sighs Sudden

Darkness. Sighs sudden. Hands are crossed, funny, light. Unbutton, seek, find. A caress, a kiss. And another kiss and a sliding sleeve. A belt that opens. A zipper down slowly.

A jump. In the dark painted dark. Happy to be there … darkness made of desire, of desire, of slight transgression. The most beautiful, softest, most desirable. Fast passing cars on the road. Headlights that illuminate and disappear in a flash. Flashes of light that draw open mouths, I want to stop, suffered, made, accomplished, eyes closed, then open.

And more and more. As the clouds. Hair disheveled and uncomfortable seats. Hands that give pleasure. Bocas looking for a bite and cars continue to pass, so fast that no one has time to notice the love that follows the rhythm of music at random, from the radio. And two hearts do not slow down fast , which are about to collide gently.

Time Will Tell

Time will tell whether our destiny to be together … or if it was just a blip in what we did not give a chance, but if it was, if it was only possible thing I want you to know you were, are and will be an unforgettable experience .. .

How Is Life?

How is life? How strange when we are not distracted, when we have such a hurry, when we stop. And smile. And understand. And close your eyes. And notice that even the second run for us. And learn to live them all thoroughly. And flavor with a smile, with concern, hope, desire, clearly, with any questions. But taste it. Flavors consciousness.

After All, Computers Are Broken

After all, computers are broken and relationships are terminated.

The best we can do is restart and breathing. So many roads, so many detours, so many choices, so many mistakes …

Welcome to the era of lost innocence …

No one has breakfast at Tiffany’s and no one lives unforgettable romances, O yes …

I Wish I Had Wings

I wish I had wings, and fly to the top. And to see people walking without stopping, and running trying to achieve something or someone. And see how few succeed and many fail. See how people walk blindly, no matter what happens around them. See how they ignore each other. See how everyone chooses a different path to the other, crossing between them without addressing the look and stop and think even know the other person with whom he crossed.

And I, from the top, watching and learning, I would like to know which of these souls is right. Which of these many minds, really knows the way to be elected. Flight and flight, and always the same scenario. Everyone sees life from a different perspective. Each believes he is right. Trafficking aspirations do not stop. Always looking for that being that we all desire. Consuming today, without realizing that what we leave behind is much more of what’s to come.

Know the Best Part of the Broken Hearts?

Know the best part of the broken hearts? – Asked the librarian.

Refused. – You really can only be broken once. Everything else is scratching.

Observing, and Discover the Person

observing, and discover the person you’ve always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy that happens before the actual sex. The greatest pleasure is not sex, is the passion with which it is practiced. When this passion is intense, the sex comes to consummate the dance, but never the main point.

He who is in love making love all the time, even when it is doing. When the bodies are simply the straw that breaks the camel. They may stay together for hours, even days. You may begin the dance one day and finish the next day or even not finish, so much pleasure.

Nothing to do with eleven minutes … Contrary to what my clients think, sex can not be practiced at any time. There is a clock hidden in each one of us, and to love the hands of both persons must check the same time, the same time. That does not happen every day.

He who loves does not depend on sex to feel good. Two people are together, and wants to have to synchronize their hands, with patience and perseverance, with games and performances ‘dramatic’ to understand that making love is much more than a match: a “hug” of the parties genitals. Everything is important.

A person who enjoys life lived intensely all the time and does not miss sex. When having sex, is plenty, because the glass of wine is so full that it overflows naturally, because it is absolutely inevitable, because it accepts the call of life, because at that time, only then, get out of control …

Making Mistakes Is Natural

Making mistakes is natural, you have understood them to leave without becoming vain makes sense of an existence. The only teacher there, the only true and credible is his own conscience. To find it we must remain silent, deep, far away, you start to hear a voice. It is a quiet voice and maybe at first it irritates their triviality.

I Have Forgiven Almost Unforgivable Mistakes

I have forgiven almost unforgivable mistakes, I tried to replace irreplaceable people and forget the other memorable. I’ve done things on impulse. I have disappointed people who had never thought possible to do so, but I have disappointed others.

I gave hugs to protect someone in the world. I laughed when I could not, I have made eternal friends, have loved and been loved, but I’ve also been rejected, I’ve been loved and not loved.

I screamed and jumped for joy, I have lived in love and I did swear eternal. I’ve fallen many times. I cried listening to a song, and seeing pictures, I called someone just to hear his voice, I am in love with a smile. I thought I was going to die and miss so I have not done, I was afraid to lose someone, I’m lost and I’m lost.

But I’ve lived, still alive and will continue to live …

That in 50 Years Someone Tell Me

that in 50 years someone tell me that you love it solved, because I have news to give you, now is a mess. But I guess it always has been. Want to be loved. Find someone to do it hurts the heart of good form. Feeling understood.

If you are robots or aliens or something and not feel what you say what you will have lost. And I’m sorry for you. As far as I know is all that matters and that’s all that should matter.

In Reality All Around Us

In reality all around us we can only capture a small part. And in that part of the confusion often reigns because it is all full of words, and words, most of the time, instead of leading to a more comprehensive, make us around like a carousel. Understanding requires silence.

There Are People Who Know

There are people who know that there is always a mystery to solve, they know they can always build a small shrine for it and enjoy being together

Love Always Betrays

Love always betrays. I associate love with suffering. Love is not the excitement and euphoria, but the misery and degradation. Love is troubled and he spends his life sharpening their knives. In love always wins who flees.

Today people believe too much in love. It is an esoteric belief, saving it seems to me wrong. Love does not save anything. The answers to salvation is within us, as is the attitude it takes to love. In the same way that there is wonderful trip, but travelers wonderful, love is good but not good lovers. Some people are gifted for love and others however are not nor will ever. I would probably be one of them. When love comes, I assume that I will suffer.

Been Fifty Years

Been fifty years, fifty long years since done this. Looking back to what I said many years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I concluded that if things happen the way you wanted is a measure of a successful life, then some will say I am a failure.

The most important thing is not to bitter disappointments of life. Learning to let go of the past. And recognize that everyday will not be sunny, and when you’re lost in darkness and despair remember that only in the dark night you can see the stars.

And those stars will lead you back home. So do not be afraid of making mistakes, or tambalearte and fall, because most of the time the greatest rewards come from doing things you fear the most.

Can you get everything you want. You might get more than you ever imagined. Who knows where life will take. The road is long, and finally, the journey is the destination.

Two Strangers

Two strangers. A place. Waiting. An hour that never comes. I am there, hopeless and incredibly advanced, but not by much. I go, I see, I go further. Eyes that look at me. I do not recognize, but what may have changed so much? No, definitely not him.

I go into the season and hopefully considering all possible options. Still time for me I’m Swedish, to slip away before being seen. But no, that would be fine, and I have to do things right. A drop of sweat slowly sliding down my forehead and goes to the scarf that I just found in my bag. A couple of steps forward, one pair back and return to my site. Uncertainty, mistrust, some nerves. Then I turned and I admit at once, walking towards me, like my vague memories.

The night passes quickly travel between conversations, college, friends and other things. A walk around the city. Questions light, without malice, give way to more personal. A new ride that ends in a bank of one of the avenues. A nagging question, capricious, an inquiry that are not answered, you get to return insidious, and that just sealed with a kiss, the first of those who are sandwiched between talks about everything and anything, while the minutes pass any night of July.

Record Is a Great Compilation Tape

Record is a great compilation tape, like breaking with someone, it takes more than imagination rutabagas. We must start with the beast for attention, and then gradually increase the intensity but without going back because then you have to lose once.

There are a lot of rules … Anyway, I started to record one in my head, to Laura, with things you enjoy, things that make you happy. For the first time I think I know how. “

Like That Right Now the Time Pass Quickly

like that right now the time pass quickly, and while you were here , So you can see you and hug yoube able to feel your arms around my waist and think I’m over the moon to the fingertips, the sky so often promised and so few people have achieved.

Right now I’m going plying mounted on my cloud, a cloud as soon as you feel radiant with happiness as falls in raindrops. A cloud sailing in my dreams, my dreams, my hopes, hoping that when these drops can cry into the sea and then ascend to heaven again, again forming part of it.

And while you sleep, I write, I long for you. I remember your kisses hidden and the tips of your fingers touch the palm of my hand, looking for a way invisible to most mortals. And while I remember I long walks in the park, only to rediscover a city, promised kisses and film that evening ahead.

Because I like having you around. I do not know why, but I like it.

I press again the ((play)) and everything starts to spin, but this time it really starts.

Being Only Yourself in a World

Being only yourself in a world struggling day and night to become another person, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting. “

Time Takes It All

Time takes it all, whether you want it or not. Time takes all, it takes time and at the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes become lost in it.

Look around, have a wonderful life … Why waste it stuck in the past?

I could have had in my arms forever and would not have been enough.

Colorinycolorado

May

I Want to Sleep Tangled

I want to sleep tangled in the sheets at night to eat the juicy morsels, tempted every minute. I dream of you love and stop, I stop time and lost in the eternity of a sigh. I wake up and feel the sun that filters through the blinds thousand hatched drawing on my back.

I smell you in the morning, I skip breakfast, eat desserts at dawn. I opened my eyes to the clock in your eyes fixed on my lips, feeling that kissed me in silence and I can still feel the warmth of your embrace in the dark

It Was Official, Reached by the Autumn

It was official, reached by the autumn.

Maybe our mistakes are those which form our destiny, because without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never stray from the course set, we do not fall in love or have children, or be who we are.

After all, seasons change, so the cities and people into and out of our lives, but it is comforting to know that those they love will always live in your heart and if you’re lucky, a flight away.

In a World Where Every Time

In a world where every time there is less room to dream, take an inconsequential life is as simple as being drawn by the routine and accept that our lives do not expect great things.

Unless one day, tired of so much mediocrity, is born in us the urgent desire to realize all those dreams were cut short when someone is convinced that life was not like we imagined …

Albert Camus Wrote

Albert Camus wrote: “Blessed are the hearts that can bend because they never break.”

But I wonder … if not broken, do not cure … And if not heal, do not learn … And if you do not learn, do not fight … because the struggle is a part of life.

So what must be broken hearts?

Today I Got to Ride My Old Smile

Today I got to ride my old smile, after losing a couple of hours looking for it in the attic of forgetting and having to take to the cleaners to clean any trace of bitterness.

Breakfast a cup of joy, wetting a good memory and two slices of the best days lived.

Released femme fatale dress and re-found the shoes of a princess. I asked the coach parked on the second row to take me as quickly as possible to the place of our meeting.

And there you were, faded blue, smiling.

. …………………………….. .

I can not wait, and while life goes on, my reality is right here. In this world where time passes, and not return. Where everything has a purpose. You can not imagine how I would play with my heart and revive again.

But I do not know who you are. Do not know yet. Do not see your face. I do not know your name. All I know is that at some point in my life, you come, you will appear.

And I’ll be there, ready to try again.

Willing to be happy. But this time, forever.

In the Case of Relations

In the case of relations, can we live in glass houses, so we should not throw stones at the neighbors because you never know …

Some people are promises, people coming to a compromise, and people who refuse to settle for something that does not make them feel butterflies …

I think that now I have no hurry … so wait for the butterflies …

Although Over Time

Although over time, even if they spend the win, but be another. Even if your sky is no longer my heaven. Although your crazy and not like mine. Although I take refuge in other arms, but get lost in other eyes. Although my life away from yours, and no longer meet again and we remain very far the way back.

Although no longer hear your words, but you forgot my voice. Although everything continues going on, but my skin stand on end with another heat. Even if your hands down another body, and did not remember me.

Even though my world go round in a sense different from yours and my paths did not find neither the echo of your voice. Although we are well so far, so trying to recover forgotten what the past was. Even if you have lost and can not remember how and why.

Although abruptly disappear and showed up breaking my days, my life, all that was and even today no longer share the same air. Were you hope when there was, you were dreams in realities that hurt. Were you love when he did not know love. No reason was you that left me a reason …

The Great Moments of Life

The great moments of life are full of questions. Large gatherings of life are full of questions.

When the big moment arrives, you think you have answered all the questions, think you are ready. By this time, you think you have the answers and reacts. But there are always new questions. What, how, when, where and why. That’s what we always ask.

Does it matter where we are? Is there a reason to do all that we do live pausing with questions. Where do we go? What is the path? What sense does it? We are filled with questions. What if I fail? What if I find you? What if I lose?

What? How? When? Where? Why? All questions have the same answer. What is this? A trip. How did I get here? Traveling. When: During the trip. Where am I? In the trip. Why? For the trip.

Back home, the moon, the center of the earth or within oneself. Everything is a great journey, which we know where we started, but not where we arrive. And that … is the most fun of the trip.

Love. That Theme!

Love. That theme! Boleros, tangos, rock … there is a genre that has not been inspired by love. From Adam and Eve onward, women do not do anything but our hearts yearn to be extinguished lights ever.

And this issue will, for the rest of our lives, 99.9% of endless and very deep conversations with friends in which they try to discover the reasons for each attitude of the men with whom we cross paths.

What enchants two people so that they attract? What causes the touch of your hand makes you feel every nerve fiber in your body? How goes the attraction? Why stop? …

Undoubtedly, being in love is great, however, can not say that love is a guarantee of happiness. Do not forget that, in love, you can also suffer … lot.

It is easily confused with feelings such as possession, obsession, caprice, custom, entangling everything into a torture that soar away to heaven, I sink into the deepest hell.

And so we went non-stop for dating unhappy, but insoluble, couples who are separated from the first conflict.

It is time to find a middle ground, accepting that love is not perfect and understand that even the greatest couples in history has survived a furious storm, and by no means were less great.

They say the secret lies in understanding that happiness is not in another, but in oneself. They call it ‘detachment’, and that true love is what adds to your life to share, but not to justify …

Besitos

When You Do Not Know Where You Are Going

When you do not know where you are going, any road will do.

Scary road crossings. From scary. Afraid to return. The questions, the answers are scary. If you do not know where it is best to get carried away, floating in the wind.

Sometimes you have to discard the baggage, and as a feather, get carried away by the wind. As the poet said González Tuñón, “so that at each step, a landscape, an emotion or disappointment with life reconciled us small, and small death.” For a day we are a few memories, to say “I was in that corner,” to say “I was in such a passion,” to say “I was in this ghost town, in such a friendship, doing such a thing.” To say “I was there.” To do that, you need not fear from, or return. Because we are in a crossroads departing and returning, if we do not know where to go, get carried away by the wind.

The wind carries, while it brings. The wind can lead to unexpected places. Floating in the air, are all questions and all answers. And floating in the wind, go to where we should go.

Life Is Forward, Never Backward

Life is forward, never backward. You are not the same as you were two days ago, three months ago, a year ago. Therefore, there is nothing to return. Change history. Thou shalt not be the same, or the environment they will come back anyway, because nothing stands still, nothing is static. Nothing and no one is indispensable. Not a person, not a place. Nothing is vital for life.

It is customary to hold on to people, places, to experiences, it is difficult to learn to live without them. And today it hurts to let

go. You can learn to let go of certain things that are no longer essential. It feels much better to change to wonder, to invent a new history to remember the past, is much better than today you’re not in my life than I thought and every day I have more clear why.


How to start a war? It all starts with a difference of opinion.
Some think one thing, others think otherwise. But later, some want to impose their views and start discussions. And at a time is left to reason, and start fighting. It only remains to have at hand something you impose a standard of force, and no further. Since the war broke out. Once at war, you can only want some peace.
Nothing gives more peace to return home. Return to your place, your smell, make people you love and who loves you. This gives great peace. All trips are actually a return trip home.
Why travel change us? Why return from a trip we feel that we are not the same as before? The home has a mix of sadness and happiness. Melancholy everything new that we left behind, and happiness to return home. Because at home .. . there is always peace.

No time Heaven always said Emilia and did not understand what he meant until the day we travel to the future. My friends and I made the strange journey of our life. Travel should take you to a place where nobody knows. But traveling to another time is to a world where you do not exist.
One does not exist if not his affections is nearby, familiar look that tells you “you’re home.” But there were my friends and me in the future, at home away from home but trying to understand that our present was the past and the future our present.

Life is a story, and this story time is a central character. Whether it is past, present or future if there is much or little time, just matter how long you have and what we do with him. But in addition to confusion in the future we expected more.
Our strange journey into the future was no more trips was an adventure where we expected a dangerous mission. Leaving a hard time, a time of change, a dangerous time.
Past, present and future are nothing more than points on a road that runs back and forth. Sometimes a love of the past meets the present and leads to a new future.
For important things like love there is no past, present or future … just “NO TIME.”


If what I was taught in religion is true, go straight to hell …
Know that I recorded an invisible warning: no commitment. I will never marry.
Despite my efforts I begin to notice some cracks in my outer layer. When I read my little life, and all the women I met, I can not help but think of all they have done for me and how little have I done for them, in how to care of me, were worried about me, and I never reciprocated by not returning the favor. Yes, I thought that was what drew most benefit.
Y. .. What do I have? Seriously … A few coins in his pocket, a car available to me … and I’m single. Yes, unattached, free as a bird .. not depend on nobody and nobody depends on me. My life is only mine, but I have no conscience, and if you do not have that, you have nothing … “you know what I mean?


Alexander D, philosopher of the last century, said that whatever we do in life, it is to seduce.
Seduce someone, is to want what you want you want. To seduce is to encourage, stimulate, provoke desire in the other.
Many wait in silence detect a signal in the beloved, waiting to be desired. For others, what seduces, is to feel unwanted. For others, we seduce the opposite, feeling unwanted. To others, seduces the forbidden, impossible, so they can not have.
Is there only one way to seduce? Is it possible to seduce someone we do not want? Is it sufficient to seduction for love? If you want what is not there, when you have, do you still want? Do they have any effect “seduction techniques “…?
All a matter of seduction … never happened to you do not know how to make the other person to realize what happens to you without spoiling the relationship …?
To seduce is to have the patience of the fisherman waiting to know the exact time. I think that perhaps the best technique is to have no skills … but guided by intuition is probably easier than through reason. So much speculation, he plays against the seduction. Intuition, however, we opens new doors, giving us new keys.
One aims to dream with us, we want to be the one to the other’s life, but you can only aspire to be chosen.
Seduce has its twists, sometimes, love dies when we give our love for granted, and is reborn when they feel they can lose. We are very concerned that there is no third turning, but sometimes, those third parties, help seduction, light .
The greatest risk of a seducer, seduced to fall, then it becomes dull, predictable. The risk of a seduced is insecurity, which can make him make some blunders …
You do not know why he loves, and why it is loved. May simply be seduced a little help to the magic is happening, without knowing it as is, or why.



every moment we are making decisions, some life-changing and others seem insignificant at the time, but all options have consequences, some positive and some negative.
We always have options, some of them may not like, but we have.
The decisions we make are an opportunity to thrive. If we choose wisely, we move more easily to the goal, if not, we delay.
Each of us is responsible for his life. Pointing his finger at anyone else, blaming the results only make you feel frustrated.
Each of us is free to choose any path. So choose wisely, because the harvest of tomorrow depends on what you sow today.


From birth we learn to see and understand things one way.
Galileo Galilei said that the Earth revolved around the sun and not vice versa. Everybody was humiliated … How could he say such nonsense? If everyone saw clearly that the Sun was moving, and not the Earth. Many accused of crazy to Columbus when he supposed that the Earth was round, if everyone saw clearly that the Earth was flat. In his day, people enjoyed the books of Jules Verne, but for all it was a fantasy author. Who could happen at the time that a spacecraft could travel underwater, or you could travel to the moon?
But when we dared to think differently, there are different solutions. Sometimes to get a place there to take detours, back and forth. In general, only trust our eyes, when in fact we have more senses. Sometimes it is seeing, but touching, smelling, hearing or tasting something that is resolved. We understand the words of one way. An “authority” is a man, for everybody. Why eminence can not be a woman?
Leaving aside the only way we see the world. Well, that is lateral thinking. Nothing has a unique solution. Not everything is what we see through the eyes, for something we have four other senses. We just have to encourage us to use and learn to see, to do with the other senses. Not everything is what we see with our eyes. There’s always more, much more. You just have to learn to see.


What would you say …? If I tell you I do not like to take the first step, I just like to look, I am passive in love, not express my feelings, I stay in one piece when someone expresses their own and can not do anything to smile, it costs me too much to say if something does not like or bothers me, that reflects my face before I can say it and when people ask me what I say everything, but not always the right words and my mind is that in practice both I’m going to say, to say well I’m not able to abstract and reflect a little more.
And if I say I’m tight, I find it hard to love men not because they hate them or anything, but because I got used to walk alone, so when someone comes, I always think that I am not up to scratch, which is not I’m looking, I need some more and finally I give you the opportunity for someone to enter.
If you say I am volatile, and today I can enjoy more time forgot, I get bored easily, I find it hard to have a relationship, that I can not take either because I only want to leave, that every time someone approaches much to me and sue me, I walk away, because it intimidates me and I feel invaded, I love getting men to want me, but only for a while, because then I choke and I stay away.
And if I say that sometimes I think people have to be a decoder for my signs and subtleties and understand that if I get mad, and when I say that despite all that I am one day I’ll want to try something with you, what I say?

sometimes panicked eyes open, because there’s you open and see everything upside down. And that’s what really scares the changes. As a boy playing hide and covering his eyes, hoping they do not see it, sometimes you close your eyes as if it were to disappear the problems. As if dead postman’s letters were to disappear liars. One plays dumb as if your pain does not exist. One hates and loves that person or the mirror that you sing the forty. One who hates and loves to open your eyes.
Open your eyes like a quince and cheese: it is bittersweet. On the one hand, as you lose the magic, but on the other … is beyond the deception. Sometimes we have to do is so horrible, we prefer to turn a blind eye and close the door, and live in a glass box. And sometimes the bubble is pricked, and no choice but to open eyes and look at what we do not want to see. The heart squeezes us and we ran out of air, drowning.
It hurts to open my eyes. It’s like out of the darkness, the light blinds you. Out of sight, out of mind. Best look away, they say. Put the head in the sand like an ostrich does. But if something changes we have to break the bubble, you have to leave the glass box. Open your eyes and dare to see, but what do we have to wring the heart.



You never know what the best day of your life will be the best day of your life. The days I imagine that will be perfect are never as beautiful as you imagined in your head. Are the normal days, those who start as any, are such that the end is revealed as the most beautiful …

– Wait, there’s something I want to say
“Today is the day when my life began. All my life I have been only an intelligent young man. Today I become a man. Today I become a husband. From today I will have to answer to anyone but myself . From now on I will have to be accountable to you, to our future, to all the possibilities offered by this marriage. With you by my side, no matter what happens, I’ll be ready. For anything, for everything. To cope to life, to cope with love … to meet the opportunities and responsibilities. Today, Izzie Stevens, began our life together … I for my part, I can not wait … ”

– I love you

You never know what the biggest day of your life is the greatest until you live it.


Sure … to kill for love, is not it? Love is a relentless force that makes us do things in life have happened that we could do.
Love … broke my heart and now I am suffering for you. Oh, love … What is supposed to feel a boy in love? Love can awaken the best feelings and the baser passions. The power of love can transform you into someone that you’re not. The good and innocent person can be transformed into a bad person and sadistic. Bitter love can lift up a dead man, has that dark force.
Nobody knows what the power of love can do with us, love overflowed. Love can be born of resentment, bitterness and hatred, revenge and hatred. Do you know Sting? Well, he said
“Love life you can fix or break your heart.” For better or for worse, love transforms us. So there you have him a little respect.

Life is full of secrets, mysteries, fears, joys and sorrows, disappointments, failures, hazards, crazy, games and many more things.
Living life to live is not simply submit to them, living life means understanding our place in the world, we came, that we, who are and will be, everyone lives life in different ways, some just hurt and wasting ruin your life in others, but others live life being able and being able to be who they want to become, arming its future in a cheerful way without making unnecessary suffering and pain, that perhaps if we hurt someone we would like to “do the same ?
These and many questions never cross the minds of people, many are mistaken about what it means life why it is? that not everyone lives their life without worrying about what others are doing and wasting their time on hurting others. Humans only look as far away from truly living life …



When I turned thirteen, my father gave me two books: “Diary of a Seducer” by Kierkegaard, and “Art of Love” by Ovid. I expected another gift, so do not read them … to sixteen, when I met Luna. Just saw it I fell in love, but also knew it was a girl outside my means. Then I read those books. Ovidio asserted that any woman can be conquered, and Kierkegaard said that only about finding the silver loop that leads to his heart. Yet I could not find the link that leads to the heart of Luna. Although we went from a year ago, never really had his heart. I am not resigned, with the right strategy, one day she will love me as much as I love her. While some strategies are dangerous.
Loop into the heart of a woman there. The problem is that neither of them know what the love of a man. Nobody knows. When we love, we try to draw attention to the other in any way. But what can we take to heart the other is something unexpected and mysterious. The heart is a complex organ, very sensitive. The heart has reasons which reason knows. The heart is very hard to predict: what about love, others were out of love. Suddenly, without looking, without knowing why or how, we found that silver tie into the heart of a woman, that bond that neither it know it.
There are men who find the silver loop just know your girl, and never let go. There are others who never came to learn that a girl’s heart, and let it go. And when a man came to the heart of a woman, she will do anything to keep him. Others, however, continue to have a heart without a master.
When love sinks, one grabs the first thing is to stay afloat, but way down to others. If a lifeguard fails, there to lend a hand to another. One infallible partner projects. Partner projects serve not so much to excite your girl, but to give you more sorry to leave you if you look so excited. There are other projects that are done in groups, but no closer. Once you find the loop that leads to the heart of your girl, you just have to throw a little and make a knot really hard to not be triggered by anything. A woman claimed as the man himself who made it to his heart. But the road to someone’s heart is not always a way round.

But what is the bond of silver into the heart of the people? Why some would be enough to just once to reach the heart of another? Why work for some love at first sight, and others never see? No key or strategies that are worth, because that loop into the heart of the loved one is a mystery. Nobody can explain why he loves, and why it is loved. Some love because they are loved. Others are ones they love. Some hearts are fickle, competitive. And there are hearts cautious, reluctant to be loved for fear of being hurt. That fear is not always stupid, we should not let anyone come into our hearts. Once someone finds the silver loop and comes to our hearts … is forever.

Paulo Coelho said that the possibility of realizing a dream is what makes life interesting. I completely agree. Dreams are the sparks that ignite the fuel and passion within us to accomplish great things. Because one does not wait for the destination reaches the door, one comes to look in the middle of the storm. Because finally, in life there is only one thing worse than failure: The failure to attempt anything.

Dream. Believe. Fight. That is the key to everything. Stop making excuses. Fight to death to fulfill your every dream. How long? To what point? What is the signal to throw in the towel? Until we realize that we have given everything to try to achieve our dreams. When you put all eggs in one basket. When a voice inside us and gave us that all he could give, and that moment only lasts until the end of our lives, with our last breath of life.
Prior is cowardly. We have to fight to the end. Fall is allowed, but up is required. We must remember the supreme value of human being: never give up.
No matter the history, theater stage, the power to change history is in our own hands, we own our own destiny. Dreams. Big time. Fight for what you love. And the universe conspires to make your wishes come true.


I found it, first one night as we wandered looking for a good bar, greeting appeared in the group. So who is this? Soon after, he joined the group, although perhaps not quite, because it always maintains its independence intact.
At first came only a few nights, local drinks, music, dance … good, subtle movements that were under some time. There was a brief rapprochement between them or a brief attempt to dance with me soon, there was a more intimate … to end an intense encounter.

We did everything backwards, the truth, but no regrets. After that, we began to see each other … until we were alone … What nerve! And from there, to what it is today.
And now, what can I say?
I remember so different from the rest, I knew. With some experiences that have shaped your outlook on life and you have the positivity and joy that may surprise many.
I remember wearing a smile, a half-lit room, a touch, a tea, a kiss …
And kisses to be, hands crossing, a not knowing how to react, or better wait … note, that you already love, or give away, not knowing the surprise wrapped in silver paper, or shooting, corners, lights, sky, clouds, sea, a village, somebody …
And now, what can I say?
You are a born observer, a gift, more vivid picture in my album.
You a sheet of life, warm, to wrap and cuddle in bed.
You’re a little box of kisses, caresses, hugs intense.
You’re the most intimate part of me and the only one in sight, all reflected in your eyes.

And they say that love is blind … We undressed at first glance.
The secret to hide and wait for us was revealed that night, one in which we undressed after 12 … and glasses breaking all around us … Remember?

I never understood the Yankees. For them, being and is said to be the same: to be. But the same thing might be? “Being committed is the same as being committed? Do be aware is the same as being conscious? To be cursed is the same as being cursed? Is it the same to be deceived be deceived? Is that the same might be? “Being crazy is the same as being crazy? “Being awake is the same as being awake? “Being bored is the same as being boring? Be or not be, that is the question. But no, that’s not the issue, because being and can not be the same. Yeah, they say the same. But it depends how it is used in the context means one thing or another. Clear the context, right? Because being an idiot is not the same as being stupid by someone. Yes, you can be sad, but sad to be someone else, because if you’re sad it’s going to happen, but if you’re a poor guy or poor looks pathetic and sad, that is forever. Being safe is not the same as being safe, right? Is not the same be bitter to be resentful. But if you’re resentful, would not be because it somehow are? Is it the same to be unsafe to be unsafe? Feeling unsafe is not certainties, but to be unsafe is to be sure that we are worth. Being shocked is not the same as being hit, but sometimes how similar! Being an idiot is the bench, but being an idiot, no. You want to be, wants to be someone’s love, sleep with someone, you want to be someone in life that you love. That desire to be we can get confused. Do not let us see that we are not, but we are temporarily in someone’s life.


But I can not trust what others tell me – I argued, I can not live.
“Nobody can forbid you trust, Demian. What I question is seeking to ban the other to lie.
“But George, if everyone said what he sings, everything would become a horror. If everyone lies and no one can trust anyone, the situation becomes chaotic.

“It’s a possibility, but it is not unique. There is another possibility which is what I like to think of as more likely. We said that a lie because judging himself, feared the judgments of others. We also said that he who lies already condemned.
But imagine a world of freedom, a world of immeasurable permits, a world where nothing has to be banned, inconvenience or compulsory …


In such a world, no one would condemn, nor judge, nor expect critical judgments of others. And then, might happen with the freedom to lie or not lie, with the permission of telling the truth or hide it, might happen that all both lie and let the universe finally becomes a reliable and relaxing space …

If you know which is and can avoid the better right?
If you know in advance that the Bondi to which you raised is going to hit you do you you go up? If you know a hurricane is coming do not you hide twenty meters below ground to prevent it?
When you see come the brothel has two alternatives. Go and put the chest, left, or leave a round you already know from before that he will lose by a knockout.
If you know you are going to attack before attacking best right? He who hits first hits twice. If you see coming pineapple, better anticipate right? If you know you want to get in jail Is not it better to escape? Do not say that if you serve slices for another war? If you know you’re going to cut his face, better not jump into the pool right? If you know you will say no, ask why?
But what if you mess up and retire from the court but had many chances to win? “And if you attack before being attacked but no one was going to attack you? If you run away from because nobody would like to lock in nowhere? What if you say that before you cut the face but in reality the other wanted to say yes? “And if you leave before you leave for not suffer? And it is not going to let you.
When I see her come, when I feel it is the guillotine, I’m not putting the face to the slap. It is very cowardly, I know. But the pain is so great when they leave you best leave before being released.


The error time is one second. Then you can spend half a lifetime to repair. But, really worth all hangs by a thread?
Perhaps the crux of the matter is that not worth devoting your life to correct a mistake that no one wants to correct, because you lose time. And if everything hangs by a thread, it is life that is balanced on the end. So we can never say we do not live intensely.
For what it’s worth in this life is lived, not mourned. And, although sometimes one mistake can have a very high cost, you can not subordinate your life to Him. The time puts everything in place, something is said to be he who shuffles the cards and we who we play. Hagan game Gentlemen! And do not bet your life on a single card.


All the time we are between yes and no. Choosing between yes and no, perhaps the most difficult decision to make. There are times when the difference between saying yes or say can not be decisive, you can change your life forever. Not because I have it, someone said to give courage, because the “no” is what governs us, we say no to everything all the time. But sometimes, some say yes, sometimes we say “yes” without considering the consequences, and that does change everything.
Rapidita a girl say “yes it is easy”, but it is not that life? Do say yes, move forward, to live? He did commit us, and we are naked, the other exposes our desires, it does say that something is missing. Once again we are faced with this decision: that everything is still not, or dare to plunge themselves and in life, this life we live all the time holding the no.


I always get confused with the word reactionary. To me it sounds like someone who reacts to something in rebellion. But it means exactly the opposite. A reactionary is someone who wants nothing to change. Given a fact wrong, painful, we all react differently.Some react without thinking. Others react in an unexpected way. The human being is unpredictable, you never know to where to shoot.
A reaction in response to action. In a situation so many reactions as people, and even the same person may react differently to the same situation. There are amazing reactions. Reactionary or revolutionary. It does not matter, what matters is change that does not stop. Everything changes constantly. We can stay without reaction time but always comes a time of revolution. When he started the revolution can not stop anything. Revolution is a reaction, a reaction to something wrong. Some resist change until the change is irresistible and impossible not to react, not be swayed by the revolution that changes our lives dramatically.
Action, reaction … and the world progresses and changes lives. The reactionary, they say, is afraid to change. The revolutionary wants to change the order of things, the world feels unfair. I believe that one can not live without the other. For the story to progress someone has to propose a change, and anyone opposing it. This struggle arises vital change, setbacks and advances.’s Revolutionary reactionary today is tomorrow. [/ B] Some opt to change. Others fear while trying to stop it, and if possible kill him …. [/ B]


We spend our lives worrying about the future, planning ahead, trying to predict the future, as if figurándonoslo amortiguáramos the coup. But the future is always changing.
The future is home to our deepest fears and our wildest hopes. But one thing is true when it is finally revealed. The future is never like what we had imagined. We spent a lot of time focusing on the future plans, working for him, but at some point you realize that your life is happening now.

No after school, or after the Universiade, right now. This is it. Here it is. Blinks and lose.

It hurts so much separate because our souls are united. Is likely to always have been and always they are. Perhaps we have lived a thousand lives before this and we have found in each. And it is possible that on each occasion we have separated for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for ten thousand years and a prelude of things to come. When I look, I contemplate your beauty and grace and have grown with every life you have lived. I also know that I’ve been looking for all my past lives. I was not looking for someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine are destined to be together. And yet, for reasons beyond our understanding, we are forced to say goodbye. I would like to tell you that everything was settled between us, and I promise to do what is in my hands to let it be. But if we met again and this is a real farewell, is that we will meet again in another life. Meet again, and though the stars have changed, we will love only this once, but for all the previous times.


It hurts so much separate because our souls are united. It is probably always have been and always they are. Perhaps we have lived a thousand lives before this and we have found in each.And it is possible that on each occasion we have separated for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for ten thousand years and a prelude of things to come. When I look, I contemplate your beauty and grace and have grown with every life you have lived. I also know that I’ve been looking for all my past lives. I was not looking for someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine are destined to be together. And yet, for reasons beyond our understanding, we are forced to say goodbye. I would like to tell you that everything was settled between us, and I promise to do what is in my hands to let it be. But if we met again and this is a real farewell, is that we will meet again in another life. Meet again, and though the stars have changed, we will love only this once, but for all the previous times.


I am a piece of every person who has been in my life, albeit a poor second, a touch on the subway, or holding back for years. I yearn for past and future so that you fear. I love their early months, these messages with as many you want, those kisses sent from far and also that you never wanted to understand. I am the soundtrack of your life, and that song so catchy that both hate and always end up singing.

car is put back on track following the tide. As the song says, she also let me know where is the love? But is there really? One thing is sure, gladly dispense with his sister, who from behind keeps repeating with emphasis: “Put Eros, come on, I hear Eros. ”

The Mercedes will be overcome when the cigarette, already completed, dropped, pushed by an impulse sound, and helped by a gust of wind. He comes down the marble staircase fits your Levi’s 501 and then climb the Honda blue VF Custom 750. As if by magic, suddenly finds himself between the cars. The right Adidas changes gears, clutch and let go of the engine, and powerful, it pushes through traffic like a wave. The sun is rising and is a beautiful morning. She goes to class, he has not been lying. A day like any other. But at the traffic lights are next to each other. And from then on, it will not be an ordinary day.

A few days ago did a survey of one hundred Internet users voted for that three considered the most important photographs in history. The first choice was a snapshot of the atomic bomb dropped on Nagasaki. The second was the man stepping on the moon first, but the third was the one I liked, showed two lovers kissing each other while the world revolves around him. I like knowing that among the three most important pictures from history are two lovers, frozen in an endless kiss, refugees from oblivion. Perhaps that is what we feel when we see old photographs, which they do not pass the time. As the mosquitoes trapped in amber for millions of years, the world moves on and they stay trapped there forever without change. As the photos stored in a shoebox, snapshotsanother time that will never …

Since I have the use of reason, I wanted to travel the body and the outlines of this world without anyone scour my heart enough to stay there forever, or at least a long period of my life.
I’ve never had this traditional idea of study, have a career, work, pay a mortgage, get married, sleep between monotonous bed linens, have children, work, work, work for my partner, work for my kids, work and work.
If anything is clear from all this is that I want to have a college degree. But from there, I shouted that my life changed. I leave this city and miss it. I want to become independent, myself. I long for the smell of cities that have never been and where night and day dream to be. I want to live in at least ten different cities and draw their memories in my bed. I want to write the wet streets and lit mountains, I photographed every beach, every sun, every sigh, every whisper, every story, every morning. And I know I will always want that, you know. Actually I knew forever.
But now it has failed a part of my plan, you know I did not realize that you came to stay. I do not even realize I left the door ajar. And you came. And you left off. And broke my charts.
There who like, well, not like it, love it. There who would love someone to break the schemes, in fact, spends half his life waiting for someone to break the schemes. And there is someone who hates the break, but ends up falling.
I do not know if I love it, if I hate it when I have finished falling, if I have not fallen. Just know that now, besides all those things you’ve always wanted, I WANT YOU.



Look, …
He lowers his head and looks into her eyes. She lost in her blue eyes. For a second it seems that everything stops. And she quietly places his palm over his. Interlace your fingers. He points out his two hands together. Smile. And he looks at his eyes. And see that he looks at his two hands as well and smiles back.
– You see, it is not difficult. Do you feel anything?
Response is thought a few seconds and look into my eyes.
– No. ..
Then in an act of fear she withdraws her hand and behind his back. And looking away in search of that hand. The surrounding area with arms and interlace your fingers again. The eye contact.
– No more do it again, okay? Do not ever let go of his hand.
– But you said that …
– The only thing I feel now is that I do not want to leave my side.


I want my life to be the kind that are immortalized in a book or a movie (who has not dreamed of it). But I think if a book would not be a bestseller, or, if it were a movie, it would of great special effects, no.
If I had to write about my life, this would be the union of many life stories EVERYDAY, small daily miracles as I like to call it. May not have done anything to change the world, but we all have something to say, something we would like to leave for posterity, so that when our body has become volatile thousand particles, someone reminded.
That is why words are a timeless way to make us, if not forgotten. I like that in the book of my life so much talk about successes and my failures and my mistakes. Of my strengths and my faults, my joys and my sorrows, my hobbies and my tastes. In short, my human condition and therefore, the imperfection that entails. I loved dearly, who also loved me. That broke my heart in more than one occasion, I did a thousand and one follies of love. I have still stuck thorns and probably never peel them. That if I was never yours, and that if he is yours forever. Of what was and what could not be …

Love is like a drug. At first there is a feeling of euphoria, of total surrender. Then the next day you want more. You are not already addicted, but I liked the feeling, and you think you can keep it under control. Think of the loved one for two minutes and forget it for three hours.
But soon you get used to that person, and raisin to depend entirely on it. Then think about it for three hours and forget it for two minutes. If you are not around, you experience the same sensations as the vicious when they fail drug. At that time, as well as the vicious and humiliating steal to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.



In life it is necessary to have high hopes. If not you will never get more than a completely normal life. A life based on the mediocrity and the cadence of emotions.

In turn, although it seems contradictory, it is necessary to strive for these high expectations. For if not fight that come to you, they alone never will. It will be silent and will go to another person who devotes his life to fight for them.
Throughout his life he had acquired a relatively tiny amount of their own great expectations. Often came to ask herself if she and those high hopes form magnets repelled.
But he never lost the desire to fight for those hopes, and one day, when I was at the limit of his strength, the high hopes came to her .
It was then realized that life has to bow down and make us suffer until the last moment. Life hits us and sink us, and I can guarantee that only the brave know how to follow whatever the pain. Only the brave know how to support their blows and keep fighting for his high hopes.


Some think that breakfast is only minutes ago, but in reality, is as of the time. As I sit in front of the coffee, I know the day I’ll have to go. And in 20 years I’ve had breakfasts of all kinds. Breakfasts with family, laughter and croissants are still warm. Solitary breakfast, minding my own business. Breakfast in the company, full of excitement and nerves for the things they start. And also breakfast starting at the table … and end up in bed. Breakfasts fast, no time for anything.O full of doubt and fear, the people want. Are just a few minutes, but at breakfast you know how is the day that awaits you. And now I know that everything will go well.



choose.
Do not let the day end without a little older, not being happy, without increasing your dreams. Do not be overcome by discouragement. Do not let anyone take away the right to express, which is almost a must. Do not forsake the desire to make your life extraordinary



In life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream and an unforgettable love.
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It was inevitable to miss him in the sheets that we invented, but rather, I think his hands were caressing me those sheets back.
As a good goalie, stopped all my falls, I score a goal from the penalty spot in the final minute of extra time and made me go home without being able to think of anything that the party could lose every night.
Because in this league there were only two teams, and one of them was the clear winner. Although to be honest, I did not want to have more computers than yours and mine.
Neither had any prior training, so the two went with little kit to date of the meeting, and that’s something I missed.

The fans that played the game was our laughter, the song, sighs, and of course there was no rest, was a party of more than ninety minutes at full capacity. “Rules? The only rule we had was to skip any, draw card at all times and keep everything to the limit.
I wanted so much every game of the weekend as the fear that the league ended and one day pass to the second division.

Besitos
It was unfriendly (once I thought that was the only animal of the cat family that had evolved human), arrogant with an air of cockiness and dark eyes defiantly, that he was able to shoot anyone who was in the opposite side.
We kept a tug of a rope that was about to break, a desire contingent slowly eating me, kill me; not imagine anything more than take away, get lost, but he could not tell. We were like the cold and heat, the heat melts the ice and cold heat off … could not find the midpoint between the two extremes.
I was just for the wool he rushed into his arms tangled between his legs, and playing to stay there. Knotted. He departed at the time was tired, without remorse. When I came to need something that appeared to play me again. Incessantly.
Is that, after all he kept that cat be surly when he felt like playing with the wool, and I did not want to appear always at your disposal, but it did. Obillo to spend.

– I love it.
– Why? All we know only a few days ago.
– Because you’re a challenge.
– Do not talk nonsense, please.
– True, you play the part of”tough girl”and you house of cards collapses in a moment.
– You remove me, and maybe it will not get that challenge.
– You know you’ll end up kissing.
Maybe you’re done kissing first.



I had invented a world. A world where there was no falsehood or lie. A world where only give away hugs and kisses. A world of glass. But when I woke up I realized that the world is this just … comings and goings of roads. A coming and going of pe ople, of those who leave go empty and that months later and not remember. And that, after all, you have to hug and kiss to those who you like, nothing
Sometimes it is easier to fall in love with a stranger than someone close to you. The fact displayed without prejudice, not being afraid to disappoint someone, we removed the mask. We bare the words I never thought we would say.
A stranger does not know how you want to be. We look to the face, without fear of being disappointed with what we see in our eyes. We are discovering as we are …


get carried away. He ate the world with her smile. He recalled a tearful thousands of happy memories. Left behind the sad moments. And it took courage. He decided to be happy. He understood that despite not wanting it had to grow, but with that comes a thousand things to ache more. But I also realized that the girl, the girl who had accompanied her lifetime, would always be there.


school, in the fourth year, explained the theory of a sociologist such a Maslou, saying that we all look the same seven things in life. He called the hierarchy of human needs. The first thing we want is the survival, health, allowing us to continue living. The second is security, to feel protected, safe in our house. Then there is love. According Maslou, no one can live without love or without seeking love. The fourth is the respect that others value what we do, our decisions, but we are wrong. Remains the need to understand and explain why people make decisions that hurt. The penultimate human need is the aesthetic or spiritual, to feel part of something special and unique. The perfect plan for our lives. And the last, self-realization, trying to find our true nature, what we are. Last 4 weeks, 2 days and 17 hours that he left Caroline Lucas to become agents of the CNI. Maslou say that you are holding the seventh of human needs. But Maslou has no idea what it is to wake up hugging Lucas, so he can put his theory where he fits. Because the only thing we all seek in life, the only thing is to see who we want when we open our eyes in the morning.


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We create the illusions we need to move forward. And one day when we no longer dazzle or comfort us, the shoot down, brick by brick, but are bright, until they left us more than the light shining on our honesty. The light is liberating. Needed. Terrifying. We stood before her, naked and empty. And when our eyes can not take it anymore, we build a new illusion that protects us from its relentless truth.


Back or I’ll pull your iPod with all my strength!
– Calm down, there are 60 gigs of my life!
– I better put it! … What are you doing?
– Me?, What do you do?!
– I try to have fun at my party!, Oh no, wait I was wrong: according to you, I’m accommodating.
– What do you mean?
– If you want to enjoy the party enjoys. But he keeps looking over here only to annoy!
You were watching.
– Bue …
– For how long? Just tonight?, “A week?, Two?,” Since I moved? So you’ve been monitoring … eh, what else have you seen?
– Well, I dunno … many things … I do not mean what you’re thinking, but … For example, I saw that you are one of only three people in the world who crave potato chips flavored pizza. And you’re the only person I know who spends more time on the roof of his house within it, and there I enjoy reading, but reading books, not magazines or gossip for teens … read interesting books. Also, you do something that is like a compulsive disorder, but it is: whenever you leave your room, subject to the knob, you prepare, but still, no sales. You stop, you made earlier, you get to the mirror and you look. But not a good look at that plan I rather wonder who you are. And that fact is … is great. And as I spend time looking out the window, but you look at the world. Always try to understand why it is all in order, as in your books. Only … I stare.
It’s the most shocking and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.



Instead of moving, I thought Juliet some more.
I wondered what would have done if Romeo had left her, not because of exile, not lack of interest. What would have happened if Rosalind had given him a day’s time and he had changed his mind? What would have happened if, instead of marrying Juliet, had simply disappeared?
I seemed to know what would have been Juliet.
She would not have returned to their previous life, certainly not. I was convinced I never would have gone elsewhere. Even if he had come to live to be an old lady with gray hair, every time his eyes were closed, would have been Romeo’s face. And she would have agreed, finally.
I wondered if the end would have married Paris, just to please parents and keep the peace. No, probably not, I decided, but anyway, the story says little of Paris. Was a mere puppet, a nonentity, a threat, an ultimatum to force the hand of Juliet.
And what would happen if we knew more about Paris? What if Paris had been Juliet’s friend? Does your best friend? What would have happened if he was the only person he could trust the devastation caused by Romeo, the only person who really understood her and made her feel half human again? What if he was patient and kind? What if you took care of it? What if Juliet knew he could not survive without him? What if he really loved her and wanted her to be happy?What if she wanted to Paris? Not like Romeo, of course, because there was nothing similar, but enough so that she wished that he too was happy.
If Romeo had really gone never to return, what did it matter whether or not to accept Juliet’s offer Paris? Perhaps she had tried to settle her remaining remnants of his former life. Perhaps this was the closest I could get to be happiness.
I sighed and then groaned when scratched my throat sigh. I was giving too much importance to history. Romeo had not changed his mind. That is the reason why people still remember his name, always matched with hers: Romeo and Juliet. And that is also why they consider it a good story. “Julieta complies with Paris” would never have been a success.


If it’s something …. It is never too late to be who you want to … There is no time limit begins when you want … … you can change it or not, there are no rules about it … we can all make a positive or negative reading … I hope you bring out the positive. I hope you see things that surprise you, I hope you feel things you never sense, I hope you meet people with another point of view, I hope to live a life that you feel proud, and if you see it is not so, I hope you have the strength to start from scratch …


For a while everything was normal. Well, as normal as could be. We live in a house, as if we formed part of the world.
But when we’re together, something emerges. It’s like .. a union? There are a lot of power, an excess of energy that floats around us ..
I can not explain how it is when you love someone so much
It would be nice to have fish memory ..
so every time would be the first time
learn something and forget it,
would look at everything with new eyes
anything would be unheard
you would not have bad memories
and would live the first time and again
It is as if one day you realized that the stories are not exactly as you had soñado.El castle, may not be a castle is not so important that to be happy forever, just be happy times in the Moment very occasionally, people can give you a nice surprise from time to time, people leave you breathless …
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or I know I can go now, but so far I have lived and felt too many unforgivable mistakes cosas.He forgiven, and I have forgiven. Try to replace people who know they are irreplaceable, and people forget to remember. I’ve done things on impulse, perhaps too .. I was disappointed because the person I trusted most, and I suppose that I have disappointed anyone. I have already hugged someone to protect me and protect. I laughed when I could not really more .. I have made eternal friends, and others who thought he would, but no. I’ve loved and been matched … I cried and I have jumps of happiness, and I cried like the most. I’ve lived a foundation of love and eternal vows I made, but I have also broken, and seen as broken. I cry listening to music that reminds me of someone or certain times and I weep also seeing photos of people I wanted and no longer by my side. I called, any excuse, just to hear a voice that I missed. I have won with a smile, and also base much insistence, and I also struggled to win over who I liked. At times, I thought I was going to die so homesick, others did not think much happiness there. I had great fear of losing someone special and end up losing eventually. But I also know that someone lost to me without me realizing it.