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grazed ...... I demand

pitch in your arms and I stop mourn shattered. My fears
empty and you do not want to get wet,
rather keep silent dying to see me burst into tears.
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not

No, me no demands.
Cuadno to call this a duty rather than desire ... stop. Stop and think about it
, not twice, but three
look at you, and then decide if you look or turn around the face.

No, me no demands,
because love is not imposed, because the baby is born
as the morning in summer,
y cuadno estos sean atardecer entonces mejor detente...
mejor detente...

... y si quieres me voy sin hacer ruido para no distraerte.

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Habiamnos estudiado para el más allá
un silbido, una señal de reconocimiento.
Intento hacerlo con al esperanza
de que todos estemos muertos sin saberlo.
He bajado de tu brazo por lo menos un millón de escaleras,
y ahora que no estás siento vacios todos los escalones.
Así y todo ha sido breve nuestro largo vaije,
El mío dura todavía, más ya no necesito los trasbordos,
los asientos reservados, las trampas,
las humillaciones de quien cree
que what we see is reality.
I downloaded millions of stairs giving
arm and not because four eyes can see more than two. The
you got because I knew from our own,
the only real eyes, but very obfuscated,
were yours. Eugenio Montale


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"Maybe when we sleep,
we see the eyes of a little sun, a rose and easy
cocky pampering,
that turns on and off the same lamp ... "

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the first person ....

The first person to help me understand
I give my time, I will give my faith, I do not ask
things always work out for me,
but I'm already sick of losing not want (want).

The first person to help me out
of this hell in which I myself decided to live
gave him any afternoon pa 'the two,
I'm saying is that right now even I have no where to be.

Gold pa 'who wants it but if we talk about yesterday:
so much what I drink and I still thirst
at least you knew it, at least not tell you
that things were not as they seemed.

But is that the first person to help me feel again I will give my
life, I will give my faith,
but if you're the person who dreamed what
(what can I do? nothing.)

What am I to do with dreams?
what I do with those kisses?
what I can do with all that we dream?
tell me where you put it.

Where I keep the look you gave me sometime?
Where do I keep the promises, where I keep yesterday? Where do I keep
girl the way you touch me?
Where do I keep my faith?

Although the people say I do not want to hear,
no greater fear than it feels when you feel nothing,
girl, you look so easy, my love!
but that the simpler you see it, the harder it is for me.

The first person to help me walk
I will give my time, I will give to the sea,
I do not say easy, but, girl
now even I have no where to be.

The first person who does not want to judge me I will give
caresses that I had kept
I ask that things always work out for me
but I'm already sick of losing.

And the first person to take me to the truth
I will give my time, I do not expect more,
I do not understand you when you're talking about what bad luck!
and you say that life is heavy stuff.

I can tell you what a flame inside
I can tell you how much it weighs its fire,
is that love alone is like a bottomless pit
where there is no God, where there are no truths.

's all so relative, as we're here,
not know, but, love, give blood to live,
at least you knew it, at least
not tell you that things were not as they seemed.

is because the first person who does not want to judge me I will give
caresses that I had kept
girl you see it so easy, my love!
but that the simpler you see it, the harder it is for me.

The first person who does not want to judge me I will give
caresses that I had kept
I do not say easy, but, girl
now even I have no where to be.
even where to be. Alejandro Sanz

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Thy heaven and mine

walked in quiet solitude before without emotions.
Before your arrival I was quiet empty.
When did this change?
when I started to care?
This intense agony nosaber I think to meditate.
In these cold and cloudy days,
you feel them warm and clear. Nightly

your sky and contemplate our conversations my
and although the distance even want to make exceptions,
can feel the emotions.

among us still breathes an air of doubt,
my fears haunt my immense desire to have you,
deleted my hands sometimes what I would tell you.

In my arms I just want Busting .....
but I remain silent because they do not begin to express yourself as .........

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People looking for people

And to those crying women,
Who will tell? That
are more beautiful when it rains
,
and dawn approaches,
at night on the roses, raving
by weather, and hours
past nine

And those simple men, Who
tell them? Not everything

yellow leaves with the sun,
or sentiment, which is strong brick

who does not dance with the wind,
within the heart.

And many people with dark hair,
Who will tell? That
between my dreams and your troubles,
end so tired
falling asleep convinced
drawing further, knowing that their sounds
,
are songs of the past. And these men

sad
What say? Who will tell

jokes on cold nights?.
you forget to listen, we get a phone
cysts,
you no longer wanted to fight
now live with an empty heart.

And if after all you still want to figure
listen,
looking good in the dark night.
but only when it rains,
and moisten your eyes,
looking for adventure. Put the roses

soak for nine hours have passed.

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Paradise


will walk again, until sunrise,
to have sun,
that I'm too tight.

at night not so cold,
a few blocks dawn
sitting here,
on the River.

crossed so many walls, and so much hope

had no place to hide,
so long were their spears ...

a shadow and an idea,
a few hours,
you go to your heaven.

A couple of hours,
a shadow and an idea,
debris, other pumps,
"Amen", you say?, So be it ...

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now she idly

A little happier
walk now.
With his head held high,
not care what
say it.

had her daughter,
smiling forever
when she smiles,
also his mother.

From crazy to die,
alone at other
crazy, in that sad room,
sad so many windows
like drops Rain,
that crossed the glasses were never ...

many times have you said
and how little you stop.

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... time will bring new memories,
cold nights with stars,
long days with their stories,
many beautiful things and so many beautiful things ...

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hard to believe ......... And the state

And it is still hard to believe that with just a word I do feel different,
make me feel!
How much distance is that I feel you beside me, tell me
you, as you explain that just now my nights are for you, I do
Devote your memory in the day and the desire to want to hold you. Dimelo
you, like your whims
stand and also tell me how each day more of you live alone.
and it is still difficult believe .........

q

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Loneliness live each one goes beyond an elusive fish, goes beyond refuge in your studies, going beyond .....

may not reach an adjective describing the state or the word I'm q,
is being without the presence, that loneliness that you realize that you cover these but with the illusion that far .....

That illusion that just wait to see how much more is still alive, but rather seems to not follow the illusion that one is dying, that never was and I was just the simple fact of being bored as usual, or alone, because everyone thinks you're the super social q but still having friends do not always fills you completely, because even though you know you love and care for you you still feel alone, it is a loneliness and even make your friend, but like any friend sometimes sucks.

Holding on wishful thinking is usually a good method, without guilt, without restrictions, duties, in conclusion ... nothing.

Holding on to also wishful thinking is often a risk, a risk that until these muddy up the neck you do not realize that is no longer a mere illusion, and worst of all is when you do not know if: it is still whimsical illusion, or maybe it's your ego that does not want to lose, or perhaps they realize is that without you and began to import that person and you realize that these fucking the situation trying to finish every day because everything was better when all was more free, when you did not care, when they needed it to be quiet every night, and now when even I wonder how, or you just are glad to see him happy, just to see, or know you are going to q see, it fills.

But what hurts most is that at the very end you realize that you cling to, just to realize you're still not alone and that this situation does not change, has not changed, and at least a few years not change.

Everyone knows what you have, each account without realizing it in the mail, when you ask how are you or just in a very brave coward or maybe in your msn nickname, behind the lyrics, or sentences of some writer who now felt like you feel, because I dance too huayno someone over their pieces of necrotic heart and even spider webs, and to top danced badly, and after all to make it more enjoyable (because it is melancholy huayno ) was made to dance to Daddy Yankee for the reggaeton is fashionable.

MIGHT because there lies the elusive state, or just be another excuse to continue with this loneliness q and sometimes seems to be your way of being obsessive ................ and who understands you? and who understands us? who?

In the days when God and his promises of a better world, or your family with your eternal support, or your friends with your mad hope, fill you up, when the thirst is not quenched, when hunger does not subside, when loneliness is not appeased, not appeased, not appeased.

maybe .......... maybe .............

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not to write anything personal

and there when you do not know write
q happens when inspiration was a breeze
when you look deeper and everything you think is left in
thought when I look and I see in you what I wrote before

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only one song, very beautiful indeed.
There was no letter for the "eu sei qui vou love you." Already
will find.

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Naquela instant love você Nosso partiu Destruiu
Agora não vou mais chorar - Cansei expected, And finally
expected to start -> I'm just like anybody who likes me

not mean to say that love is not good feeling
Life is so beautiful when we love a love
It is therefore I will not change until the end I ficarChorando
And not to cry -> I'm just gonna like who likes me

will not be easy, I know
I've searched, I found my life is well
so, I speak for myself
For I live without anyone

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El estaba muy concurr wakes. La gente a la madre y consolaba los hermanos Antonio. Al saludarlo, en su veían face mixed feelings. Sadness, bitterness, and despair. They felt very sad for him. But what is reflected in his face was not actually equal to the inside. It felt strange inside. By God! His father was dead and not shed a tear. The news had an impact, but even so but was not completely destroyed. What happened, maybe his father had hated life and had not noticed? Did you hated so much that it caused him pain to know he was dead? What just was not with him?
left the room, came to the kitchen, grabbed a cup of coffee and went into the garden to the rear. The sun was strong. He looked up to heaven, and took a sip of coffee.

The sun was strong. Marta Ramon sleep and flipped through a magazine. There was a scream, Marta looked up and realized that the children were playing, "Nieves! Snow! Go pa 'there, "Nieves got up and ran after the little ones. Immediately saw that Ramon was still asleep. He pulled a knife, approached cautiously and opened the freezer Ramón. It was a good sandwich.

The coffee was loaded. Antonio took another sip, and do not know what to think. Do not want to think about his father or his family wanted to do something different, when crossed Adrian .- Antonio, my deepest condolences, "said Adrián, walked over and hugged him" No, not necessary, "said Antonio-yo ... I loved my father.
-Oe, do not say that. I know you loved him very much. He also said you wanted ...- Antonio Adrián but interrupted him and poured a cup of coffee, let me just okay? - And returned home.

Ramon awoke and turned on the television. He went into the bathroom and wet his head. He liked to be fully awake to find the first news of the day. The news of the murder of a child at the hands of a classmate terrified. A shiver ran through her body. He thought of his children. He got out of bed and went to see them. They were sleeping peacefully. But really sleeping? What were these spots around the room? Called. But they were no longer among us, nor was Marta, the wife, the mother ... the killer.
Antonio
felt bad about not being able to express feelings. He climbed into his parents room to try to remember if he had said something last night. The door was open. Turned on the light, and rummaged among things. While later he noticed that small white box. Sleeping pills, he thought. The take their father or mother. Not himself. Lately had not been ill. Neither had to take anything but coffee that had spilled Adrian.

Suddenly, Ramon knew what to do, took a suitcase, filled quickly, took a few bills, called Snow, put the belt went out and closed the door. He went to the corner store and asked for a box of sleeping pills. The seller does not want to give anything, I had to hit. Already in the car, the dog barked very strong, and would not shut. Ramon came to give the tablets to see if it was silent.
quarter of an hour, threw the body into a garbage dump. He had killed the dog. Sleeping pills. Antonio dropped

the stairs and did not like what he saw. His mother had been hysterical screaming from the rooftops that had been his fault, that did not get along for some time, that was cheating. Antonio took refuge in his room. Sought a cigarette to calm down. Nothing. In the other pocket. What is this? Found a small white box.

That night, thanks to the pills, and slept peacefully. The next day, his body lay lifeless ice cream, and next to it, a small white box. Sleeping pills. End

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For Manuel González Prada, this brave and select
emotion, one of the
that more enthusiastically applauded me
great teacher.

God, I'm crying, being that I live, I regret having tomádote
your bread but this poor clay
thoughtful crust fermented
is not on your side: you do not have
Marys to be!
God, if you had been a man,
now knew to be God;
but you, you were always good,
not feel anything in your creation.
And the man himself will suffer: God is it! Today
witches in my eyes there are candles,
like a condemned
God, turn on all your candles,
and play with the old die. Perhaps
player oh!
luck giving the whole universe, dark circles arise
of Death, as two aces
funeral of mud. God
mine, and tonight dull, dark,
and can not play, because the land is given
gnawed and
round and roll the force of adventure,
who can not stop it in a hole in
immense hollow grave. CESAR VALLEJO

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ETERNAL

I look at my side and I find ........
look at my side and I find ........
look at my side, only loneliness with me,
look at my side, just nothing in my bath.

to my side, that place you so very busy,
my side, the silence that only your lips kept,
look ahead, because turning it costs me, I look
front, and try to forget your presence away.

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... I am the man who lives up the hill,
under the bridge where you whisper in my dreams,
out and non-joke,
in the nose where you jump on yours ...