The miracle of love
comes to us
in the presence of the uninterpreted moment.
choose your answer
Eudaimonia
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Few rules, and a straight-jacket.
Beyond that, there's not much to say about me.
I write.
Beyond that, there's not much to say about me.
I write.
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- Sobre el dolor
- No nos conocemos
- Cobarde
- Otoño
- Quizá un día te quiera menos
- Encuentro
- Nombre
- Él
- Madre.... mamá... mami... ma!!!!
- Presente
- Semáforo
- La caja
- Silencioso disimulo*
- Manzana
- We should all....
- It is about Natural Being versus Trying. . . .
- The miracle....
- A recipe for living
- Lol
- El burro y la flauta
- Rapture of being alive...
- Walking needles
- Historias de cronopios, famas y esperanzas
.m.u.s.i.c.
- Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy
- Near To You by A Fine Frenzy
- Think of You by A Fine Frenzy
- I'm Yours by Jason Mraz
- You And I Both by Jason Mraz
- Bonita by Cabas
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1 comentario:
Love is like a zone, where everyone can play, talk, eat, jump, laugh... I don't know; love is kinda indefinible as the actions it lumps together...
Love is a Danger Zone...
Is like when you have your heart open wide...
Or is like when you're falling, searching for someone to catch you.
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