I`ve told the truth. Was that so selfish?
Our integrate self is so litlle, but it is all we really have, it is the very last inch of us. But in that inch...we are free.
I should die here. Every inch of me should parrish. Every inch, but one.
An inch. It is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away, and we must never let them taken from us.
I hope that wherever you are you scape this place. I hope that the world turns and things get better. but what I hope most of all, is you understand what I mean when I tell you, that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, love with you, cry with you or kiss you, I LOVE YOU, with all my heart I.... love..... you....
Our integrate self is so litlle, but it is all we really have, it is the very last inch of us. But in that inch...we are free.
I should die here. Every inch of me should parrish. Every inch, but one.
An inch. It is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away, and we must never let them taken from us.
I hope that wherever you are you scape this place. I hope that the world turns and things get better. but what I hope most of all, is you understand what I mean when I tell you, that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, love with you, cry with you or kiss you, I LOVE YOU, with all my heart I.... love..... you....
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Toda muerte implica un nacimiento. Dicen los hindúes que para que permanezca la especie de un árbol, debe morir una semilla para que nazca un brote, que será árbol.-
Es el principio de Trimurti, tres veces, permanencia-nacimiento-muerte.
Todas las antiguas religiones se basan en los mismos principios.
Que tu corazón muera y nazca en cada comentario, para que permanezca vivo en este blog.
Abrazos desde el mundo de los Duendes.
De ahora en mas podras usar este espacio para plazmar de una manera diferente,esa cuota de genialidad,ese don que entre otros caracteriza tu pasion,tu narrativa,tu corazon.
Espero amor,que incontables mentes sublimes conozcan este medio, en el que tus virtudes litererias deslumbraran,y cual faro guiaran.
Espero sonrrias esta tarde por que estoy a punto de acercarme al libing,mirarte a los ojos y derte alas,y pedirte que me lleves.
Ahora,no hay nada que me disuada de mis propositos.
Ahora,no te voy a poder soltar durante el millon de años del minuto de este abrazo.
TE AMO
DIEGO.
mi prosa carece de lirica... pero si que entiendo, que compartimos la pasion desgarradora... por encender y explorar... that inch.
te quiero hermana.
Que puedo decir...
en principio hagase tu reino, ....
no entiendo muy mucho los blogs pero de seguro voy a mirar, leer y aprender.
besos
ram
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