Friday, May 3, 2019
El Amor y La Flor
Un caminante recojio una flor en el desierto. Bajo el sol ardiente la flor moria poco a poco. Pero el caminante la beso y la flor volvio a vivir. El caminante bajo el sol ardiente empezo a morir. La flor entonces salto a sus labios y se transformo en agua...y el caminante vivio...el amor verdadero se sacrifica...como la flor...
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Breathing
I seat in here and I look at the sky So perfectly draw by the Artist The contrasting colors that blends Over the crystalline waters In this...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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