"[...] He loved solitude, and loved her so much that sometimes wished to have no shadow, because your shadow will not follow him everywhere. "
" Song Celestial as those who hold the ear in moments of ecstasy, singing as perceived by the spirit and you can not repeat the lip, loose notes in a melody sounding distant intervals, brought in the gusts of wind, rumor kiss leaves in the trees with a murmur like the rain, chirping rising lark twittering among the flowers like an arrow fired into the clouds, thunder unnamed impressive as the roar of a storm, choirs of seraphim without rhythm or cadence, unknown music of heaven that only the imagination includes hymns winged that seemed to go back to the throne of God ... expressing all the hundred voices of the body with more strength, more mysterious poetry, with more fantastic color that had been expressed before. " Gustavo Adolfo Becquer , green eyes and other legends
Today is Saturday. To be exact: sunny Saturday morning. What do I do? Thinking. And I think what I write. But nothing is good or well written. And what I think? Always the same. The same thing over and over again. "The trip is in you" I told my mother did not do much. I've been a day without getting into the tuenti and follow. I have no reason not to meddle, just happened to do so. Very occasionally, yes. Me and the streak will be connected all day, because now I want to disconnect from everything around me. That
conflicting with other inflows.
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