The glass half full ... See if thinking
Because even though I analyze there are certain things that never fail to excite me? That is why I started thinking a little better this enthusiasm. First I noticed that there are things that excite me and I am aware of it, as well there are others of which I do not realize that I generate excitement as a boy of 6 years who goes to the carousel in the square. Another suggested that I raised is whether one can choose that excited or modify it. When there is something one is not very excited but still have to do it seeks to address it with a little more excitement with a little more energy, which does not mean that the next time you have to, meet it in the same So the first.
can handle a conscious and rational manner enthusiasm or is it just something handled unconsciously??
can get to fully enjoy every moment of life, mmm I think it is almost impossible, but if you can learn to try to enjoy as much time as possible. Let's have a more positive attitude towards life, which is not at all easy today with all that happens in our society. By this point I do not want to seem some glue into a bag flying in the air we're excited, all in their certain medida.Para close two sentences, the first of a writer and philosopher Emerson and the second of Martin Luther King " To serve man, but what inspires enthusiasm. " "Even if you knew the world would end tomorrow Like plant my apple tree. "
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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are the hours
The man is a lonely crowd of people looking for the physical presence of others to imagine that we are together.
alone are the hours they , where I'm surrounded by so many people that overwhelms me, laughing, crying, angry shouts of children and women with sweat on his forehead with pain and sadness in their eyes, are the voices of those workers who you are in the metro, broken and bent from time to spend it every day, between cry and scream trying to use their best marketing strategy to sell chewing gum the "CIDIS" fashion, chocolates or ointments.
The man is a lonely crowd of people looking for the physical presence of others to imagine that we are together.
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alone are the hours they , where I'm surrounded by so many people that overwhelms me, laughing, crying, angry shouts of children and women with sweat on his forehead with pain and sadness in their eyes, are the voices of those workers who you are in the metro, broken and bent from time to spend it every day, between cry and scream trying to use their best marketing strategy to sell chewing gum the "CIDIS" fashion, chocolates or ointments. Ex convicts paddle in hand, lies in the language, accordions sound under the fingers of the blind to go see her breasts and legs, children who distribute slips of paper with your fingernails filthy and badly cut, with its piesitos exhausted, and appearance of sharp and blunt one wonders, one does not known whether the heart will be something of innocence.
Victorias sung by those who look down upon the momentary neighbors, you find excuses to go anywhere that judging the judges what the talk of rolling walk. Thoughts cross, fire runs all over in this hell with fatigue and smoky smell of arrogance, the poor are poor for all the pain and know the world of the wealthy because lacks nothing and does not understand the ignorance of which is on one side, the blind because he has seen only with the soul's purity of spirit and no one understands, the worker for 8 hours in the office was killed and does not understand how the salesman can earn more without bringing wearing the tie, which stands alone in his thoughts and think, and dream and look and look and remains so, so lost, so immersed in this gigantic loneliness that makes you think, imagine for a moment that is not part of the crowd, but the crowd is part of it. That we are all one.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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My legs tremble , fast heart rate and saliva gets heavier every second seems to dodge the rock salt in my throat, my body. I took over your face, I drink with our eyes and remember ... I'm sorry I ever seen.
bipolar I nailed that look as you approach, tenderly see me smile and then through my body at a distance in a perverse way, I'm flattered and a little naked in front of your eyes. I hope you stop, I bite my lips in just seconds imagining all that I want to ask you out and in, dicimulo, the fewer steps we plan to separate my best regards, my best smile, my best argument.
tell me ..
-hi!
and just before I could say even one word, gesture or make a move you jump on me, kiss me so passionately, with such determination, as surely, tenderness and love that I remember ..... I open my eyes and I laugh with me in silence, I answered after I catch my breath taken away.
- hello my love
- today is 13! (And your smile says it all)
- yeah baby, now 1 year 4 months fulfilled.
- Si ... I love you (and your eyes seem so when you say that mine)
- I love you more than ever, really ....
And I feel so absurd, so happy, so happy for having you with me so that I follow to remain conquer I fall in love at first sight of you every day.
Words will always fall, but you know that if I write it on your body made close to explain everything, you know that if you let me write in your soul there is no doubt and we can understand what love.
Thanks for letting me write to you.
I love you Gloria
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Dryness Of Throat In A Room
Slow Forgetfulness
Slow are the hours , wall, ceiling, tennis, white ... rotten bed, murmuring dreams. close your eyes and the mask falls again , close your eyes and you get naked while you look in the mirror, meat, bones, hair, firm .... say yes and no simultaneously. Bees
Slow are the hours , wall, ceiling, tennis, white ... rotten bed, murmuring dreams. close your eyes and the mask falls again , close your eyes and you get naked while you look in the mirror, meat, bones, hair, firm .... say yes and no simultaneously. Bees bloody, queens falls, heads rolling. In have the word in the language and the wind, clench your teeth while you loosen the knees, frankly, the brain. Empty stomachs and mouths full, vomit dreams and become the mess that you wanted, you shit defecate and memories. Empty streets, murderers up and down, down and in the middle, middle, and inside, the smiles are down, they are dropped his hands and arms, dead white, purple, red and black. Broken balls, green soldiers burned rats filthy roll down the drains and threaten to steal the sky.
watery eyes, virgins thrown, dead trees ... White is the ceiling, rotting bed, slow are the hours in this prison.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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Fake Promises
Let a revolution in which they demand to be even more fake, plastic, artificial and fight again for change that we are, to travel on falsehood and plunge both it to confuse the truth of uncertainty. Let
thinking ourselves the story in which we are "different", the "free", which are not handled, that will change and feel more than the average, non-stop Let 's smoke, inhale without stop, drink, and inyectémonos believe we play to create that we who watch from the heights, which are not falling .
jump on that green-colored path before us, we go, we go down, pretend be happy for this little time that awaits us after crossing the barrier between the real and imaginary undress our souls and bodies, undress your mind, broaden the perspective. Take our hands and learn to no longer learn any more, learn to forget as we transform our brains, as we become one less in the census and we beeline to the precipice of the ignorance and false happiness. Engañémonos and deceive the world, discover the dark, so sad, fucked and solos that are ..
celebrate the existence of this place that can be heard screaming that only with the magic touch can reach the sky, see the stars, floating, discover and see more beyond the universe, celebrate the inability of our mind, the disability of the senses and body.
Let a revolution in which they demand to be even more fake, plastic, artificial and fight again for change that we are, to travel on falsehood and plunge both it to confuse the truth of uncertainty.
thinking ourselves the story in which we are "different", the "free", which are not handled, that will change and feel more than the average, non-stop Let 's smoke, inhale without stop, drink, and inyectémonos believe we play to create that we who watch from the heights, which are not falling .
jump on that green-colored path before us, we go, we go down, pretend be happy for this little time that awaits us after crossing the barrier between the real and imaginary undress our souls and bodies, undress your mind, broaden the perspective. Take our hands and learn to no longer learn any more, learn to forget as we transform our brains, as we become one less in the census and we beeline to the precipice of the ignorance and false happiness. Engañémonos and deceive the world, discover the dark, so sad, fucked and solos that
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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world
I apologize for things of the past ... you apologize so solemnly and a tear almost instantly looks for your little eye. Ask forgiveness for all that abyss we are facing and promised to give me every drop of life you have left, my thirst of love with your breasts in my mouth with your tongue between my legs and my heart on your hand.
promise days
those in which the sky becomes a little softer, the smell of cinnamon trees, the breeze is color and the wind blows like the song whose name is your face, I feel happy of knowing you are here with me promise this time playing not yet possess.
I smell your perfume, I open my eyes, I see your pupils dilated all that screaming inside of you and your mouth shut like a tombstone of those who pray to be open, that's when I wake up with a sharp blow on the chest I remember that you are not such, that the promises are cotton and are easily broken, which I will promise you anything.
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