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not have to do with sex. Never mind the sex. That not the main thing ... The important thing is ... waking up with someone ... Share the spoon ... that's the important thing spoon ... Knowing that if he becomes a bad guy, somebody ... That's a metaphor, bad guys never get ... Waking up with the wind, a warm belly, the person you love breathing on your shoulder ... That is ... the spoon.

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Red Rose

Lizard, thanks for that red rose, I loved the detail.

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Red Rose

(Ita.Mex)

give me a rose unattainable red
close my eyes to perceive the smell
Imagining that is your soul that fills me
caressing mine, much needed

you give me a deep red rose
your kiss And I imagine each of
petals close my eyes to feel them land on my lips and whispered softly
your name, which always accompanies me Rosa

red as I provoke intense love
which is rooted firmly at the side of my heart
that fit in the spines of your absence, while
clinging to life late in the hope of getting back to you .

A strong stem holds the beautiful pink, red
as the strong love that grew
day clings to live in the depths of my soul, who loves you madly
in the hope of love and return to be matched .

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! love you!

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December will end and he will go one of the strangest year of my life. I could not say it was bad but could not tell which was the best. This year I met

happiness, total happiness, that makes you think that you have everything in life. I touched and I had even a moment that gives me the certainty of knowing that there is, but I also brought to mind an old certainty: that happiness is not for me.

This has been a year of training, as my psychologist, by preparation to start seeing the glass half full rather than half empty. And it has not been easy, has been very hard. Work, pendejerete boyfriend, family and change, I have never liked the changes. It was difficult to get used to so many things ...

has also been a year of new knowledge, testing. Before I had the certainty that one does not die of love, now I have also assured that I can be alone (and oh, paradox, I'll never be alone). If last year was a year to rediscover my family, this has been a year to find my second family: my friends, and realize that they're more than enough for me to be happy, they make all my days are a bit of my birthday, a little Christmas, a little on the day of the woman, a little wonder.

The other day I talked to my mom about this year and she paused a moment as one assessment without knowing that if this had been a good year for me. Looked at me and said this had not been a good year, and I replied that I would rather see it as "a year of personal growth." 24 months ago, I repeat my challenge is to grow and I think this year-even if it did not intend to, "I had to grow a little force.

I had to give up many things, to ideas, dogmas, frames. I had to prove myself. I separated with pain but without feeling that life was going, rearranging my room and even a natural beauty and irony. I have friends with reluctance, in anger, pain and now with a very calm quiet that at times I get bored. I felt so stupid, so senseless, so stupid. I wanted to run, hide, go into the world, become a dictator, playing at being poor, making up silly theories. In the end I finished where I should have been a long time ago looking for help, and many things have come out of that trunk with key, things that do not even know existed, things that do not even know if they were wrong.