The Fool

The Fool


I am a passionate, "fool",  who perceives love only from your heart, like a sweet aroma that permeates the lightness of a pure soul. I throw the spears contained in my chest and I disarm completely before such a fascinating beauty.
The "beauty", which enchants the senses of an imperfect being, but as passionate as a kiss, in which the poison causes freedom.
Like the uncontrollable fury of a nervous love, it goes to the deep immensity of a heart stabbed by a cruel dagger, which bleeds droplets of desire. I am a fool, my beloved, for only in you do I feel alive, only in you, I feel completely complete. Why do you torture me in your contempt? Would this be my price? The reward of loving unloved?
Like a winged horse that flies relentlessly, following the horizon, until it freezes its wings in the chill of anguish.
Ah !! Who was to blame? To such a guilt that lovers in their daydreams invent.
The guilt of madness for an imperfect love, for only complete love becomes true.
Linked only to two links, love is strengthened.
There is no heart that supports walking alone in the darkness of a path without light.
It is to be blind, for the passion also blinds the eyes of the lovers.
It is to be mute, for silence silences the voice of the poor, who love unloved.
Ah !! Love in its most impetuous way.
The love that makes bleeding tears of pain, like an ocean that floods a deserted and lifeless beach, where the only breath rises with the sands lost and forgotten by time ......

I really am a fool! And I will be eternally foolish and passionate.
Time is not able to cherish a heart plagued by passion.
No!! A glare that smites with his contempt can not cherish any pain.
To love is to suffer!
Ah !! Love, felt in the deepest gaps of the soul.
The light that gives life to the feeling.
Here is your look, which pretends not to see me.
Maybe there is something to be found that can be noticed for a single moment.
Perhaps I enter into your vision as an electric ghost
Like a gamma ray that releases absinthe from its essence, and so be kept in your thought.
Touching your heart with the touch of my warm hands of desire.
To feel this love in you, as an eternal and immortal touch
At that moment, I would not be a fool, but the "man" who inhabits your most secret dreams.
The deepest dreams that long to be found, like a rose that blossoms in the middle of a storm ...



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The song of passionate souls

The song of passionate souls


Feeling is something inexplicable
Does love make us free, or prisoners?
And what are the words?
Sincere or decorated?
Because when we lose
Or they lose us
Love suffocates
And at the same time alleviate?
Is the hug true?
And the kiss?
Is it really the song of souls in love?
Does the apparent
It is really the desire contained
From a heart always in need
What ever question
And you do not find your answer?
What is worth more?
Words coming
From an unconditional intelligence portal
And wisdom
Or a narrated text of pure fantasy?
Does the desire contained
Would it really become permissible?
Admiring or loving?
Sometimes we find something with our eyes closed.
That we never see before
With eyes open
We are not alone
But also
We are not complete
And what is worth more?
Love in silence
Or incomplete love?
And time, what will it do?
It will perpetuate in an endless search
Or will love simply die like this?
Happiness exists, is unique,
The prize of all good being,
A virtue of God
So let's be happy
May happiness hang over all those who seek love.
Those who suffer because they love too much
Those who have good hearts
Even those who cry for love
May love always make life reborn
Because life
It is rebirth


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Between love and war

Between love and war


Valmy September 19, 1792

My love, today I have arrived for two months in this war, and the longing that I feel torments my senses makes my heart ceaselessly shout your name, Elizabeth.
I am silent with the silence that produces my thought, and at the same time I cry out for your presence.
I feel your heart to mine, a desire that devours my entire heart.
I miss the softness of his kisses, where I dipped my lips slowly, savoring every sensation, indulging me in the delirium of love. I miss your hair, which came down on me like an exuberant veil, when we loved each other intensely, drunk with our passion.

The distance punishes me in such a way, that makes these days seem an eternity.
I no longer know who I am in this inhospitable place, where death hides in every shadow.
My troops are empty, we are out of supplies, and food is getting scarcer.
This is the last bottle of ink I have left, maybe this is the last letter I write to you, my love.
My beloved, every day I read and reread the last letter you sent me.
The perfume you left on the paper, in which the aroma becomes sweeter with each line, feeds my spirit, makes me remember the moments we spent together. I confess to you, that many lines are already blurred, stained by the tears of my tears, that sprout on my face, making me remember every kiss and every hug.
From our love oaths, staring at the stars of a generous sky, which always gave us the brightest stars, and made the sun rise on the horizon like a giant flaming rose.
On the sweet mornings when we woke up with our bodies entwined, sweating with love.
It is these moments, Elizabeth, that makes me kiss these lines, devoutly.
I do not know how long I will endure this pain anymore
And knowing that this pain keeps me alive, gives me hope
The desire to touch you again and have you whole in my arms.
It is this desire that keeps me alive in this impetuous hell.
Remember when we read Dante's poem? And we wondered what the hell would be like
For this is as disturbing as that described in the divine comedy.
If only there were purgatory
The only sound I hear here is the groans of pain and suffering, regrets and despair.
Everyone is dying.
Those who do not die in the trenches, die of the pestilences that are impregnated in this mire.

Between one storm and another, a life is extinguished, along with the coloring of the heavens, which vanishes suddenly, when engulfed by the fury of battles. Where the cantering noise of the cannons mixes with the thunder of thunder, which, as they flicker in the heavens, reflect the silhouette of death in every corner.
Sometimes I cover my ears and close my eyes.
In this sudden instant, I see you, Elizabeth
I can hear your voice and feel the touch of your hands, caressing my face.
I only realize that it is not real, when I open my eyes and return to this limbo, where death cradles the souls in a perpetual cradle.
For the last few days we have had a glimmer of hope, one of our troops from the north has lodged here.
Although hungry and tired, they sing incessantly the song of the revolution.
That beautiful song we heard in Paris. Do you remember, my love?
We were in front of Notre Dame, when the army of Marsellha entered the city, chanting it bravely.
It is said that it was an officer from the Strasbourg unit who wrote it.
At least we feed our tireless spirit with this hymn of hope.

In my eyes there is a curtain of blood, my love
I'm tired of these massacres.
How long will this fight last?
Every day new faces arrive, and the same ones go, in a matter of days
How many more dead?
God be merciful
I'm tired of fighting
I'm so tired, my love.
I hope the messenger can deliver this letter to you.
If you do not receive more news from me, do not feed your hopes any more, my beloved
Be strong, my love.
I know it will be difficult to accept this purpose, but I will not deceive you, Elizabeth
We swore to tell the truth to each other, no matter what the circumstances.
Three days ago I was hit in the chest with a musket shot
I was surprised when I went back to the shelter
A small oversight that now costs me my life.
The bullet is lodged near the heart.
The medicine is coming to an end, and the doctor has to go to the other side, for there are many more wounded than here, among them a general, who urgently needs surgery.
I had managed to stanch the blood, but this morning the wound bleed again.
A fever has been lodged in my body a few hours ago
I think I do not have much time, so I want to dedicate every second writing these notes, my love
I want you to know that the pain I feel in my chest, which hurt me like a cruel dagger, does not compare with the pain of this distance.
The pain of not being able to kiss your lips in my last breath, which for me would be like a thousand suns, illuminating the darkness.
It is with tears in my eyes that I say goodbye, Elizabeth.
But they are tears of joy, knowing that our love will go through the centuries.
When in the last letter you told me that you carried the fruit of our love into your womb, I felt myself the most complete being in the universe. For the first time I understood the meaning of life.
You gave me the most glorious moment a man can have.
I want you to tell him, or her, that I fought and died for our country, and I honored her, to the end.
Say that I was no hero, but that I was not a coward either, that the happiness I felt, knowing that I would be a father, was the noblest feeling I had in my whole life.

My love, that this child, this fruit that now inhabits your essence, somehow, keep me alive in you, and that all the moments that you have together, be of extreme happiness and joys.
Thank you for adding me to such virtue, my love.
I only regret being away from your arms and not feeling the last caress of your chest
You know that at this moment, I do not feel any pain.
If you could hear, you would hear the brave song that now resounds across the plain, like an eagle, boldly casting itself into the sky, illuminated with hope.
The men sang again.
I feel in my heart that we will be victorious.
This sacrifice will not be in vain.
Those who fight for freedom deserve to be crowned with victory.
I am leaving, my beloved, leaving in these phrases my last goodbye.
May this last letter survive, stretching itself in the curtains of time, engraving in its eternal lines, the real proof, of the existence of our love.

I kiss you with my spirit, which is now free, seeking to find the light ...




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Forever with you

Forever with you
 

I'm like the night when you find the light.
Inside your body the star leads me
In every space of my thinking
I'm like the boy who does not want to grow up
Daydreaming until dawn
I am like rain when it meets the wind
I am the seed that has not yet been born.
Planted inside you, it's me.
This love will be in your life.
Forever



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Japanese princess

Japanese princess
 

If I could reach the rising sun with my hands of needy love, I would reach your heart, in the clarity of your soul, which says that you are the illuminated sun of the East.
I believe, my princess, that like the Ebiso God, you do not give yourself so easily to love, but you teach to love.
I would be able, even before the ceremony of the Joya no kane, to ring the bell a hundred and eight times every day until my voice is carried to your essence. I would be able to dance until the sun rises, my passionate Odori.
For as soon as Buddhism illuminated Japan, I will brighten your day.
Like the philosophy of Confucius, who when he arrived, philosophized for the Japanese stars, I will declare a thousand love poems, and I will leave my Tanka, engraved in his heart.
My beloved, I'm not a samurai, maybe I'm a simple Ronin, in love with endless love.
A Ronin who lives to protect you with his Katana, in which it is used only to cut the most beautiful flowers for your Ikebana.
I know that your black eyes hide two pearls of love, which I will one day find.
I will fight and I will overcome to reach you, and conquer your heart.
I will give you my love with the purest certainty that you are my beloved, my Japanese princess.



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The silence in me

The silence in me
 

I wish you more than the moon waits for the sun
I want you more than the waiting of the stars in the twilight, if I do not speak, it is because I do not know how to speak, if I do not say, it is because the silence rests within me.



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Blue Queen

Blue Queen


In blue I dressed to wait for my beloved
In his lips I discovered the sweet, and in a sweet touch I discovered the fire of passion.
My only love, my only queen, where in your hands I left my perfume
my spirit follows the tireless instinct of my being
Call me fire from the sun, call me a hurricane
Make me feel the warmth of your soft, warm lips.
 Let me lose myself inside you, make me love like you never did.
I am fire, you are water
Let my warmth warm your innermost, transforming in me the love so that we can evaporate in the clear space.
So that we may leave the sphere of the earth and be only one, and in the midst of the grandeur of the universe, follow the light that so enlightened us, the light that shone so brightly in our hearts, the light that so lit our spirit.
We will be just one, just a pole to follow in infinity



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Picasso Eyes

Picasso Eyes


I see with my Picasso eyes
through a framework
the mismatch of my perfectionism
Risks and scribbles
they draw you on the naked screen
Display case that reflects your love
I look at you and see you smiling at me
Although I have never been with you.
I'll spy on you in this window.
crying with my Picasso eyes



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Gallop of angels

Gallop of angels
 

I lie on the ground
And I write heartfelt words.
Cutting with sharp razors
The faces of my enemies
I feel the weight of this loneliness
That the cuts of thy wrists left
I saw the visionary and the prophet
Disguised in the dark
Follow the brilliant trail
With a scorpion gallop
And the earth to moan
With the heat of the backwoods
It made your belly burn
In the palm of my hand
While you were crying
I would die
Between your soft thighs
In a single gallop of passion


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Oracle of Tigers

Oracle of Tigers
 

Tigers' Paws Bleed
Impregnating red earth with blood
As the wind blew in the dry backlands
And the sun cracked in the middle of the head
Give me some water, you never cried.
If the tear was not salt I drank
I killed my thirst with the pain of my agony
I have no water to drink!
No hope to wait
Since childhood my feet fry on this burning ground
My seeds do not grow
My goat does not give milk
I stand here watching the vultures
Who anxiously wait for me to devour
In the hinterland there is no paradise.
In the hinterland there is only pain
It's like a churchless temple.
And sheep without a shepherd
I followed the northeastern sina
Of dying with sun-dried eyes
Or were they from the sea?
After so much crying
After so much suffering
I want some water to drink
I want a little life to live

And a good man died in the land of tigers
After so much bleeding




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In the amber of silence

In the amber of silence


I want to love you forever
In this eternal moment
Suddenly
Forever
No stumbling on missing words
From a heart that cries your name
In the amber of silence
Unceasingly
I want to love you, if not forever
One moment
Carving on the sands of time
Love
I feel for you
Intensely



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Invisible

Invisible
 

A bitter kiss of gall
One and a half in the sky
They would make you fall in my arms.
A gift
A sweet moment would be
Stay put in your kisses
Plunged in every way
Within your core and desire
One whole night and I would
Love in your feeling
My eyes are sad
For seeing you so
Off
Maybe it was the pain of loneliness
Hurting you
For not being loved
Maybe it was the pain for
To love too much
Without being rewarded
I'm like a bright sun
To overshadow your views
Maybe for this
Do not you see
Maybe for this
I insisted.



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Metaphors collected

Metaphors collected


Maybe my verses slip like a tear
Kissing the lines devoutly
I know we think
And soon we exist
But also
It is possible that we can go further
Where metaphors are collected
Like flowers
In an endless garden
That inhabits our feeling
Where the wishes
Contained
Reveal love
In this transmuted flower
In words
That I offer to you.
It's just a simple gesture.
From my admiration
For your beauty.
This beauty
What is capable of showing
Your spirit
Pure
It is lit
Like a beautiful flower in the sunlight
And in the transparency of your eyes
Where your hopes live.
On the horizon of your iris
I can see love
Like a tear
That comes
Before a storm
In love
Where the balm of desire
Involves us
Completely
Like heaven
Clung to the stars
If thinking is to exist
So no use running away
The fact that we are
They also make us
Needy
Revealing
Who we really are
We feel
So
We love


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Believes

Believes
 

If you believe that everything is possible
What can break all the walls
What still insist on existing
If you believe everything in life
Pass as fast as lightning
And if silences after the thunder
Then you will know
That will not be in vain
Just follow the sound of the heart
Not afraid to fall
And if you fall
Just get up,
If you cry
It's just the tears to dry
And with the help of the wind
Breathe
Feel the breath of hope
Fight hard
And be strong enough to win
There is no defeat when you believe in yourself.
Because only believing in yourself
We can believe
That God exists


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The voice of your heart

The voice of your heart
 

God is present
Throughout our walk
In our soul
Guiding us on the path of goodness
Sometimes
Even softly
You can hear your voice
Telling us what to do
When we are lost
And we are aimless
Breathe deeply
Count to 9
Open your eyes
Look at the sky and
Realize
How much beauty there is in this world.
You are also present
Part
From this wonderful universe
So realize
How important you are in this world
Make it worth your coming on this planet.
That for the ignorance of some
Are so lacking in love.
We must love and be happy now
So that love always renews itself in this world



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The elephant

The elephant
 

The elephant walked the streets
And they all looked at him with disdain
Where is this elephant going?
They asked each other
As if the elephant were a hideous creature
Damn elephant !!
People shouted, outraged
Bothered by your presence
Frightened, the elephant tightened his pace.
He stared with tears in his eyes.
And he only saw hatred in the eyes of those people
Why do they look at me like that? He thought
What did I do wrong?
Am I so different from them?
The elephant followed
Without understanding the reason
Of all that hate
Where he passed
People were walking away.
And they offended
With heavy words
Anguish has been taking
Your chest
Making him slow down
He then looked back
As in a last
Pulse of hope
And not seeing anything
Beyond evil
Closed the eyes
And he threw himself in the front
From the first truck that
was passing the road
Everyone was outraged
With the elephant
Some people
They approached to
See the immense corpse
Extirpated on the floor
Suddenly
A large number of people formed around the elephant
A priest made the sign of the cross
A lawyer loosened the knot of the tie
And a little boy pointing to the elephant's head, which was open on the ground, said:
"Look, Mom, how big his brain was!"


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Razor waire

Razor waire


You're sitting in your chair.
Waiting for your lawyer to arrive
You judge my attitudes
Without looking at your faults
Look and tell me
How far do your eyes reach?
What do you see beyond your nose?
You can not be free when you are in prison.
So get rid of these bitterness
Cutting the wrists now will not do any good.
Look what happened to that priest yesterday.
When he crossed the street
And got hit by a truck
Just because he did not look sideways
We're walking on the razor.
Our feet bleed at every step.
Then why are you standing there?
Why will you be crying if you can smile?
Take the first black horse
What to pass in front of you
And feel the wind beating on your face
Your tears will dry faster
If you move towards the horizon
Where a new sun will be waiting for you
Just follow the song of the wind
And stop feeling sorry for yourself
Let's go! Get up from that chair!
Your feet are bleeding.
Without taking any steps
The black horse awaits you.
Hold on in your cell
And follow the song of the wind


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Songs of the wind

Songs of the wind
 

The wind always blows in two directions
Everyone will have their victory
Your achievements
It might take a while
But positive thoughts
Will attract our dreams
Surprised our expectations
Just believe it
Have patience,
Everything will be fine
Just have faith, things will get better
Healing and happiness
It is within each of us
There is no such thing as impossible
When you believe in your strength
There are some barriers yes
But your strength will break all
The world becomes too fast
Time flies
Our life is too short.
That is why
Let's not let the little things
Even sometimes
When they appear to be large
Prevent us from being good and true
There is no love without happiness.
If we believe
That we can be eternally happy
Then we will be
For hope is the only seed that can flower love


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After the rain

After the rain


When it rains
And you suddenly
Feel like crying
So cry
They say that the rain
It's a contained cry
From a Creator
What, just like you?
Cries occasionally
Do not feel bad
For moment after moment
Things change
And if you believe in your ability
Will overcome your pain
Will always be
A winner
We are here to live the life
If you have love in your heart
This love
Will always be with you
Have faith in yourself
It's like having faith in God
Or what you most believe in
This is why you should never give up.
However arduous the walk is
As hard as battle is
Lift your head
Do you want
You can
Do not get hit by so little
Sometimes it's not worth crying.
But also sometimes
We must weep to purify the soul
And find the answers of the heart
That is why
If it rains
You feel like crying, so cry
Or if you have no reason to cry
Open a smile
And see
That after the rain
Always comes
A beautiful rainbow


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Storm of whales

Storm of whales
 

Peter Williams was on his fishing boat
Hunting whales in the Arctic
When suddenly a pain has taken his chest
Peter fell faint while everyone in his
Volta tried desperately to come to him
He was unconscious for a few seconds
Seconds that seemed like an eternity
When he woke up
Peter was shocked.
He was in his hometown.
In London, Peter walked the streets.
And he had not seen anyone
There was no one in town
He would run
From one side to the other, trying to find someone
To explain
What was happening
Peter was desperate
Upon learning that he was alone
And for not knowing
The reason for this happening
Suddenly
The sky was covered by a gray cloud
And soon a storm started
Peter was surprised
For there had not yet been a
Water drop
When he looked at the horizon
Peter was amazed
His eyes widened in front of that scene.
It could not be real.
It was too much to believe
Thousands of whales were falling from the sky
By knocking on the floor
Their bodies exploded
Washing the streets with blood
They fall on the cars, on the houses
Peter saw the Big Bang being destroyed
For a rain of whales
It was disturbing
Desperate, Peter shouted.
When he screamed, Peter had regained consciousness
And when he realized that he was back on the boat
He breathed in relief, he got up, had the harpoons guarded
And said:
- No more killing!
I do not want to see this blood in the sea anymore
Let's go back home!
For NY, sir?
Asked his servant
-No! To London!
I want to visit my hometown.

After that day, Peter Williams never again hunted whales


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The sea of ​​a mother's eyes

The sea of ​​a mother's eyes


She just wants to breastfeed your child.
It's just a mother wanting to breastfeed her son.
It's just a mother with her eyes full of tears.
Because she can not give hope to her son
She tries to fight with the few forces
That they still have
A little milk for the son
She's just another mother among so many mothers in her village.
Trying to save your child
From hunger and suffering
No matter how many children
She lost
She does not want to lose this anymore.
She does not want to feel this pain in her heart anymore.
So many children starve
Every day
This will be just one more
But not for this mother
She is determined to win.
Even without forces in the lungs
Even coated in skin and bone
She does not give up looking at the sky.
In the distance an airplane launches
A box of groceries
Will it give to divide?
There are so many in the village, it does not matter.
She would have no strength
To get to where the box was launched
She just wants to breastfeed her son.
She would give her life for him
Even though she knew he would not live long
What fault does she have in being in misery?
What fault does she have of being unable to breastfeed her child?
What could we do to help her?
Instead of watching her die with her son in her arms
Surrounded by flies and wounds
In the XXI century
A new holocaust
It presents itself in the eyes of mankind
Impossible that nothing can be done
To change this
Leave a human being
Reaching the edge of agony
Beyond Cowardice
It's an act of selfishness.
How many mothers will still have to die
With your kids in your arms
Until this changes?
How many oceans will these mothers still have to cry on?


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Apache

Apache
 

I keep the memory of my ancestors in memory
Memories that for me are sacred
The good times I lived in my old village
My skin is red
The same color as my fire eyes
My ancestors told stories around the fire
Stories that today are just legends
When our spirit was live like an eagle
And our instinct, untamed like a wild horse
When the sun illuminated us with hope
And the wind blew freely in our hair
When a seed was planted
No need to knock down any trees
When the animals were hunted
Just to feed our flesh
When nature taught us to be good
When we heard the voice of the great bear
Saying to be fair
The color of our skin has changed
Now my ancestors weep with sorrow
They do not sing and do not dance around the campfire anymore.
We had our land
We had our house
Now we are only remnants
Heirs of a race
That goes away every day
In the lines of the history of man
And what color is the man? What color has your skin?
They tell me about equality.
But I've never seen any healers in my village
Become a doctor
Much less study at Harvard
Are we here to preserve our culture?
Or to remind your heroes of the past?
Brave Pathfinders
Men of superior intellect
We, red skins, are dangerous.
We did scalps on our enemies as a trophy of our victory
The white man is not ferocious
Just defend yourself
Maybe that's why he burned so many of his at the stake
My ancestors ran with the wolves
They swam with the fish, danced with the moon.
Today we are just a reminder of a primitive era
It's not right to think so.
I'm proud of my red skin
I am proud of my indigenous blood
On a day when men no longer qualify for their color
Maybe I can teach them to be free, as my tribe once was


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The life of Andrew

The life of Andrew
 

Since his birth Andrew Boliw has been condemned to live
In a wheelchair
The disease was diagnosed when he was still a baby
Complications in gestation led to Andrew's malformation
His mother, Elen Boliw, worked in a cigar factory at the time
And even today, he fights in court to get an indemnity
Andrew's life has always been limited, he hears, he sees, he understands everything
Your brain is perfect, capable of performing any mathematical calculation successfully
But to him, he was only allowed to move his right hand
Andrew has dreams, just like every boy his age
But for Andrew, almost every dream, if not all, is impossible, and he knows it
When he sees his friends playing soccer, cycling, or running freely
Little pleasures, but that for Andrew is just a distant dream
Doctors estimate that Andrew lives until he is 20 years old.
Due to the numerous complications in its internal organs
Today at age 17, despite his limitations, he is happy
Even moving just one hand, he feels happy
He does not blame anyone for his limitations, and he can find beauty
In the simplest things in life
The fact of breathing, even if it is through the help of a device, makes him happy
Andrew has read more than two thousand books, and has known fantastic places
And amazing people in their travels, but Andrew's great passion, is the philosophy
Andrew is a good boy, he has no prejudices
He does not differentiate and does not underestimate anyone.
He understands human history as anyone, Andrew is a humanist, and if he could
Talking, walking, or moving a muscle that made him scream, Andrew would go into history
What sets Andrew apart from boys his age is the ability to feel
To see, and to value life, even though it is not able to live it
Andrew knows that it's not just a particle coming from the stars, it's something much bigger
So with every living being that inhabits this planet
Andrew always has the same dream, and every day in the morning, he tries, in his own way
Tell this dream to your mother:
In Andrew's dream, he wakes up, gets up from his chair, and begins to walk, Andrew felt all
The joy that this sensation is capable of provoking, but in Andrew's dream, only he walks
All other people are in wheelchairs, and breathing through appliances
Andrew walks among these people, and shows them the sun, the birds, the trees, but they do not give a damn about it, they only moan and complain about their limitations.
Even so, Andrew tries to help them, pushing their chairs, or wiping their tears away.
He never gives up on them, he is always ready to help them, and this gives him a good feeling
This morning Andrew did not tell his dream to his mother, he just hugged her with his eyes.
Lack of money to get a new oxygen tube and health complications
From Andrew, made him take a radical attitude, today will be the last time Andrew
Will smile. Knowing of the difficulties of his mother, he proposed to her to turn off the device
Before the oxygen tube ran out
At first she was resistant to the idea, but after seeing the suffering of Andrew
That in the last few months he was suffering from pain, due to the atrophy of his muscles, she decided to approve his proposal. Andrew did not do anything different from what he did every day
He read another book from Nietzsche, watched the boys play soccer, heard another symphony from Beethoven, and before closing his eyes for final, caressed his mother's face, and smiled, giving a last good-bye smile.
As the butterflies flew in your window


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Indomitable instinct

Indomitable instinct
 

The velociraptor is running after his black horse
Crazy to snatch it with his fatal bite
Why did you let him go alone through the deep forest?
When you walked together, they left marks on the sand.
When you were galloping on the seashore
Now you walk apart, the instinct of the spirit
The wind blowing alone without embracing sunlight
And the sun that lights and heats an empty house
Why did you abandon your black horse?
Why did you stop following your indomitable instinct?
In order to win, we must combat the reflection of our own weakness
Being great does not always mean having greatness
For only by defeating the enemies that accumulate our fear
It's that we can be victorious.
Coward is the one who closes his eyes and can open a thousand windows
Mediócre is the one who felt sorry for himself
Lying to say that he feels sorry for others
You did not abandon your black horse
He abandoned you.
Not for your faults
For there is no one perfect in this world.
Perfection is far beyond human vanity
His black horse abandoned him for his fears.
Fear of doing what you could have done
But you did not
You preferred to settle in your little castle
Silenced the words you could have said
You did not reach out when you were asked for help.
Now who do you blame?
When we are born
A chessboard is placed in front of us.
And we begin to play it when we transform our
Thoughts on words
The horse always walks in L
That's why instinct is so different from the spirit
But when the two walk side by side
Fighting the Fears of Our Mind
They come together in one body
A single element
Able to overcome any obstacle
Defeat only exists when we feel defeated
As long as there is balance
Even on the floor
There will be hope
For this is the great reward of the victors
So never give up
Your spirit is still there inside you



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Rain of petals

Rain of petals

 
Thousands of petals will fall from the sky
And you will smile
You will catch them with the palms of your hands.
And many of them will caress your face
Gently
With the lightness of a velvet
You deserve this rain of petals.
My love
And if you want to shed a star
With the tear of your tears
I will not mind
Dance
My little ballerina
Touch my lips with your fingertips
Bring your chest closer to my
And feel my heart beat
When I'm with you
I feel so alive
I live too long to stop dreaming
I'm not afraid to move on.
If you're by my side
We will follow the horizon line together
You are my brilliant sun.
That shine
Even in the dark nights
More intense
When I'm with you
And I'm not afraid of anything.
But respect
The forces
From nature
With you I feel stronger
Each day
Your hands protect me
From any storm
Even those
That the eyes cry
You're my friend
My partner
I love you in every way
What a man can love
I do not see anyone but you
Maybe there's an angel between us
Consolidating the seed of our love
This rain of petals is just to say
That I love you

"I love you, more than these words can express



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Origami

Origami
 

I can bend my hands
And make a bird
Putting it on top of the clouds
So that he can fly
High up in the sky
I can also make a swan
And make it slide on a bright lake
If it folds me whole
I can make a heart
Red and kneaded
And from my tired eyes
I can fold them and turn them
On hummingbird wings
Stretched horizontally
As a transparent paper
I'm nothing
Nothing but an invisible risk
On the horizon
Folded in half
I am like a field of rye
Forming a victorious V
Proud of himself
Reaching the heavens with their own hands
If folded slowly
In small strips
A fan forms
And with the help of moving air
I become a kite
Flying free in the rainbow
Folded on a silver foil
I can form a small rocket
And to cross the space
And play the stars freely
With my silver arms
But if folded into a golden paper
It forms a beautiful lighted sun
What smiles for you
Right now I'm all folded.
Trying to find a way
To get your attention
Who knows, my hands bend over.
Forming a small box
To save your colored pencils
Or maybe in a small boat
To make you slide
In endless waves of love


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Next station

Next station
 

For how long will you be wandering in this same station?
The black iron horse is passing by
Smoke from the nose
Spreading coal through the lungs
Galloping on an endless trail
Even the speed of sound can not reach it.
And you're standing there reading your paper last week.
Waiting for a miracle to happen
Your orange juice has already dried inside the glass
And nothing is left but the bitter memories left
Not even a good one of liquor would take away the bitterness that was in his tongue
In front of you is a tunnel, where the lights flash down
Like small fireflies in a deep cave
Listen to the noise of the rails that resonate with the symphony of the irons
See from afar the spark that jumps in the eyes of the curious
Who goes there?
Where does it come from?
It's just outsiders passing through our sights.
While you stand there, they pass by.
They thrive like ants in an anthill
They face the war every day
Battles lost, victorious, lonely, even cowards
The battle of each one
To have bread not to die of hunger
Be hungry for not die of bread
Have power make
So be
Be what you want
But do not stand there
Watching the train pass
Let this station rest from its circular steps
The steps you took around yourself
They took you nowhere.
You could have taken two rounds of the world.
And have known wonderful places
You could have met a lot more interesting people.
You could have stopped growing old.
More than you've aged
Do not give up, there's still time
Listen to the grunting of the rails
The black iron horse is passing by
At your station
Do not miss this train.
Throw away that old paper and that empty glass.
Just stretch your arm.
And he will stop for you.
Take off the knot of your tie
Breathe deeply
And have a good trip
Your life is passing you by now



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Awakens

Awakens
 

Move those legs and run
Before the plane crashes into your head
Untie the nodes of your navel
And release the cry contained in your throat
A butterfly flaps its wings
Hundreds of times before dying
And she only lives 24 hours
You want everything with your hands kissed.
It's time to walk alone.
Before the doctor and the monster
Inside you wake up
Do not be selfish when it comes to
Distribute your teddy bears
Open the window and let the sun in
Before the night comes
And make you mend sleep.
Open your eyes and feel the electricity
That involves your body
Feel life pulsating
In every beat of your heart
A new star is born in infinity
This is a black horse with fire paws
Calling you to ride
In a beautiful sunny field
Where gusts of wind
Can not arrive
Where the water particles
Can not form storms
One place
Where only the free
Are able to walk
A beautiful and serene place
Your black horse is passing by.
Running towards the countryside
Grab yourself in your cell
While there is still time
Maybe later there will be no more
Get up from this bed.
Now
And start fighting.
Whoever fights with perseverance
Conquer and win
Ever
Run while you're still on time.
Before your black horse
Give up on you
When you stand on top of it
Do not forget to open your arms wide
To feel the wind song

"The wind always brings hope on the wings of a birds


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Red line

Red line
 

Be careful when crossing the red line
Your head can explode.
Be careful not to lose the blindfold covering your eyes
And if you have any doubts about this
Kneel down and ask for forgiveness.
Tell me why you fight
Why are your fists so closed?
The missile your hands launched yesterday
Killed hundreds of children at that school.
And you did not even cry
And why would you cry?
To enter paradise is worth any sacrifice
No matter how many innocents die
And the tears of mothers and crying parents
On the feet of this war
How do you see them?
They are only tears of blood.
What cry at the feet of intolerance
While you're sitting there in your tank
Tears coagulate in the bowels of the earth.
Keep your border well
This may be the last time
That you stay between the two lines
After all, you would be able to die for this
Your reward is your highest prize
No matter how many die
No matter how many tears you cry
Push a button is simpler
Than shaking the enemy's hand
But which enemy would be more deadly
What is your own guilt? Or was it your conscience?
You do not have to worry about that.
In paradise there must be no reason
To feel remorse
It's just another war.
And speaking of this:
What do you even fight for?
What was the reason for all this killing?
How many thousand years has this war lasted?
While you are there, I live
What will really matter to you
When you're not there anymore?
Hit by a missile
Or shot by a machine gun
Or who knows, tortured to death
No matter what happens
No matter how many tears of blood
Are spilled
Paradise is worth any sacrifice
Do not you think?



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Statues don't cry

  Statues don't cry


You can not go against everything you've learned
You can not use these grids to separate our worlds.
 Churchill's lines could not get off the train tracks

Bronze statues do not lie when nothing else remains.
The system places its short reyes on the mules
And every pyramid that falls, another collapses
A cry is only a cry when it deafens
Maybe that's why Cuban cigars only made smoke
It's like reading a red book without having hands to flip the pages
And no language to debate the words
This looks kind of confucius, but incredibly, sometimes it works
Maybe that's why Atlas is getting his eyes drawn
The supremacy
The most desired prize for power players
Absolute power
They burned books, flags, even people, in the name of power
Even without freedom, is it safe to feel safe?
Empty minds can not think
Maybe that's why hypocrisy strengthens itself more and more.
The cowards are hidden, and the heroes have become just a label
It's impossible to do something with your arms crossed.
Long live the enthusiasts !!
You need to cut the tongue so they do not speak, you have to cut their hands
So that they do not write, it is necessary to pluck the eyes of them so that they do not see
And even then, they will not be able to silence your voice, because they will still have the strength to scream
And you want to go against all this.
Everything you learned when your eyes first opened
Maybe that's why the black horse is so far away from you.
You abandoned your ideals, and found it more comfortable to stay in front of the TV
When we heard U2, even though we were not Irish, you believed
That we could change things
When we expelled the false king from power, you were there, with the face painted
You were fighting for what you believed.
Where are you now?
Because I can not hear your voice anymore
Together we could make things better
A voice becomes powerful when it echoes
But you do not know that anymore.
You'd rather be waiting for the giant mushroom to do the clean
Maybe a new Spanish flu would solve the problem
The new ice age will only happen in many millions of years
So why get frozen now?
If we join hands, we could embrace the world.
Imagine how many guns would fall on the floor.
How many chains would break
An indestructible chain we would form
Where all steps would be the same


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Veins of chaos

Veins of chaos
 

I'm in the furious cell of a black horse.
Running against the wind
Fleeing the storm
The ashes leaving the mouths of factories
They blind my eyes
And the bells of false churches
They deafen my ears
Run black horse
Through the streets of a turbulent city
In the midst of chaos and despair
Where leper boys play banjo
In exchange for small crumbs
Dust spreads through every corner
Impregnating the air of poison
While the fearful are locked up
In their homes
Propagating Seeds of Fear
Yesterday one of them opened the door
And detonated the head of a destitute
With a .38 caliber pistol
Just because he stepped on his lawn
The brains were scattered along with
The shit of the dogs, who licked all the blood
Run black horse
Before the storm intimidates me
I do not want to look back
Where the screams echo in the rusty pipes
From this selfish city
I want to move on
Until I reach the eye of the hurricane



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