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Stars

Time to time, friends

STARS

Ita

Mex .

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You had a blue sky filled with beautiful stars, beautiful
were not for its brilliance, but because they were yours
Being your own, the special was ... you could look at
The percatándote that looked like stars,
grew, thanks to the love that each day You could caress
surrounded yourself because you let get close,
embrace, admire and special ... love them.

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In a shower of stars, the oldest, fell
Then, there was a void in your night sky will
But there were other, large and bright light
that made the pain of the recent absence bearable;
Then came a comet and dragged in its wake new empty

and accumulated in your sky,
ay! your stars are gone and it was all black

Somebody started! ... Do not know your pain?
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now feel tears rolling down grooves that draw

kissing your lips will not
When you cry: I love you, need you, I miss you
And not one of them will answer your tears now
never shine in those empty spaces
hanging yarns of love that dwells in you

And do not ever reach those who inspired him!
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So many tears blur
your eyes and see not already in a great mirror

If you could look in it, and find a gloss
of radiant light, intense joy, decisive character
When you can see it, as I see you You'll notice

that brightness comes from the depths of your being hurt
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And touch those who can not play
But with the most sensitive and beautiful
deepest and heartfelt that while distilling

pain continues to bring love, love, love.

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Mysore Mallige Vidieo

I have a mind full of questions and a teacher in the soul

"For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of your life. He was on earth to understand the meaning of its charm ... and to call everything by its name. By its name."

Photo: Memento.
Text: Into the Wild (Into the Wild)

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I'll tell you a story. ... Long time ago I lived on a street on the side of even numbers, number twenty-two, and looked out the window at the odd numbers, the house opposite, because he believed that people were happier, rooms brightest and most joyous holiday ... But rooms were darker, smaller. And the odd looking to the front ... because ... it seems that the fate of others have.

La Chica del Puente (La fille sur le pont, 1999)