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Morning.

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Every night I hope to get your return. For until the morning is not time you leave me breathless. Upon arriving, my mind begins to wander. Wishing your soft hands touch my skin and left in my being, relief of pain when he suffered, in whom I led to believe. Because although I never wanted this pain to suffer, if I wanted in life and get to feel love. And thank you, that every morning you take care of me, finally discovered that this beauty comes sooner or later. Too bad for both of us does not mean early afternoon, but at least now I know that this disease not suffered in vain.

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Ciudad Esperanza.

Nobody ever asked the importance of colors. And nobody ever heard of the vast mixture of emotions. So for this story interesting, he will not talk of wizards, fairies, and princesses.

Legend has it that in an unnamed city and missing colors, was born in November, a strange man. He said it was well weird awkward, because the stones ever faced by the poor. From Young found his hobby, stones, straw and coal. From childhood on the walls, under the intense gaze of the owls, he drew on them, beautiful sketches. Over the years grew, like his love, his beautiful inspiration. Until one day, tired of seeing their impoverished city, had an idea he thought everyone would love.

Thus, a full moon night, while everyone was sleeping, drawing on the houses of the city, what they thought. At dawn the people of the city came, and saw the sun, the man drew pictures last night with longing. They looked all around, and with every emotion, felt the red of love, portrayed in a cemetery. Among the houses in a dark blue felt the sea breeze, which always came to visit. And from the floor of the plaza, as far as the eye could see, a green rose and rose, flooding the city, a great hope.

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The monster in my bed.

All children, absolutely all night fear the monster under the bed there. Never know where it comes from or when he got there, but they do know is that every night he expected them under his bed.

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unlike those children, have no monster under my bed. More than anything, because the monster is now on it. But what if you do keep a box full of useless tools. There are hundreds of letters, diaries full of songs, phrases, quotes and more. There are also bracelets, "collars" pens, paints, toys, trading cards, sticker collections, drawings. There is everything there, and most difficult, is finding something in particular from such disorder.

have spent so many years now, since my monster leave my bed every time I see that box full of things, I think, So many years have passed? So I'm getting old?. And worst of all is that the answer is obvious: no monster, is that you're too old now.

The fact is, although I do not remember when it came, or when it was my little big monster, if I remember when I came my little big box mess. Will get six or seven years, as usual. It began as a box for storing old high school textbooks, and shortly afterwards, after leaving school, became my "memory lane." A trunk, in which little by little, I was saving every little detail shows. Letters from old friends and lovers, I still keep letters written by my mother. Those bracelets were made with thread, as a sign of a great friendship (which is now lost). Save for years and I'm still saving, whatever people gave me or borrow (indefinite) throughout my life. The reason is very simple. Because sometimes me encanta sacarlas y mirarlas, e intentar recordar a aquellas personas que me las ofrecieron en su momento. Ya que para mi, todo cuanto me dejan o me regalan, es un trocito de "amor". Un amor, que siempre guardo bajo mi cama.

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soon!

Hoy tan solo vengo a deciros,que durante un tiempo estare lejos de estos mundos, por problemas de salud. Espero volver pronto! Un saludo a todos! Indiyon

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What is an artist? Em

¿Es artista, aquel que se mueve sobre un escenario?. ¿Es artista, aquel que golpea su pincel sobre un lienzo en blanco?. ¿Es artista, aquel que escribe palabras sin sentido?. ¿Es artista, aquel que con su objetivo todo lo capta?. Is it an artist, one who acts before a camera?.

No. These are not artists. As the artist is someone who feels the music and makes it a dance full of emotion. Artist is one that builds on a blank canvas, an image that evokes a memory full of imagination. An image that illustrates the feelings of those who wet his brush with great care on the painting, which later will walk on a canvas by providing to it a sense acquired. Artist is that, without coupling the A to the M, M to O, and O to R, it makes you feel that feeling that always comes from within, making us feel, a real future. Artist is someone who sees beyond what the naked eye can see. Artist is someone who from a distance, empathizes with what he admires, and shows a reality, absent from his fiction.

artist is one who always sees in the water, the reflection of his soul. Is that, when you see the rain clouds, rises and dips, impatiently watching the leaves fall. Without feeling is one that makes you live. And live, it makes you feel. Is one of the blue, all out, and everything, nothing remains. Artist is someone who unwittingly artist.

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On the shore of the sea, young woman ran into him. In an instant their eyes met, and since then were intoxicated, a love that rocking, as they say, never be separated. He took his hands and hugs beautiful rodeo, each time promising that they would never be far away. She instead took his love, and put it in your heart, and forever, remain in a vast union.

For many years, walked to the foot of the sea, without stopping to behold, a love that had long not expect to see coming. Lived forward, the bittersweet taste of heat. Until one October afternoon looking grim, the waves took, that they did not want to terminate.

stations passed, youths and even flew to the seashore, she constantly watches the trail of a love that one day he met. Even walking along the beach, turn the moments that once seemed eternal. Waiting with great fervor, the return of his love.

"A corner near the open sea, the sun in my hair, I look and you're not.

look forward, everything is too full, not me I stop, I see magic everywhere.

Time goes fast, I'm going to infinity, but I feel lonely.

I do not want to flee in tears. You will come, I'll come looking.

not want to die dreaming. You will come, I'll come looking.

The sun in my eyes, the wind in my hair, but I can not continue, if not here.

I want a friend, I want a friend to make me happy, as it was before. "

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