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Lo que no dices, se queda sin decir...: April 2006
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Lo que no dices, se queda sin decir. Lo que no hagas, se queda sin hacer. Thursday, April 27, 2006. Y ya nadie me escribe diciendo "No consigo olvidarte,. Ojalá que estuvieras conmigo en el río de la Plata.". Posted by pinokia @ 2:50 PM. Tuesday, April 25, 2006. Porque hay días en los que yo no soy yo, la melancolía me atrapa, me sumergo en una nostalgia extraña, nostalgia de lo no vivido, que me digo alguien una vez, porque, como dice el viejo Sabina. ". Posted by pinokia @ 5:17 PM. Del calor de la lumb...
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Lo que no dices, se queda sin decir...: May 2006
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Lo que no dices, se queda sin decir. Lo que no hagas, se queda sin hacer. Monday, May 29, 2006. Mi locura es otra cosa. Es convertir una hoja en blanco, en un escrito increíble. Es convertir un lienzo, en un dibujo proveniente de mi mente. Es tomar una pluma y crear lo increable. Es mirar a los demás y sentirme única. Es bailar al ritmo de los frecuencia delirante (que solo. Es compartir un secreto inconfesable con Dios. Es extender mis pensamientos hacia las mentes influidas de los demás. Ordenar nuestr...
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Lo que no dices, se queda sin decir...: November 2006
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Lo que no dices, se queda sin decir. Lo que no hagas, se queda sin hacer. Friday, November 24, 2006. Me descubro buscándote, echandote tanto de menos que salgo a la calle arrastrada por mi instinto, por mi desesperación, recorro el barrio en busca de tu esencia,cierro los ojos y te puedo ver, me sonríes, no puedo evitar reirme, me besas, abro los ojos, no estás, seco mis lágrimas. Te echo tanto de menos. Posted by pinokia @ 1:43 PM. Tuesday, November 21, 2006. Todo tiene un peso emocional". Yo queria que...
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The Path: July 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Monday, July 09, 2007. Moonlight on your face. And I see its glow. Perhaps you could sprinkle. Shreds of flames to me. Calms a lament heart. I see contentment in your smile. Carefree in your journeys. Every journey of yours. Shapes a meaning Humbleness. Core light of your soul. I wish I could learn. And you wait for no success. It’s granted to you. Freedom floats within you. Moon floats in the sky. Yet there is another side to the moon. A face of youIs frighten to appear.
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The Path: Magdalena
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A stroll down the path of life. Sunday, May 11, 2008. Echoing down through the corridors of time,. Upon the lap I hear the sweet songs and rhymes,. Hands gathered in the stroll to the glorious bed,. Her passions emerge upon sight of her stead. They wave and shimmer in the whispering breeze,. She nurtures the colors and fragrance of tease. Gathering their seeds as the blooms slowly fade. She dreams of spring when rebirth is gently made. One hundred one seasons had drifted away,. Sapna Anu B.George. But ne...
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The Path: September 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Friday, September 21, 2007. The Chariots Go Forth to War. The Chariots Go Forth to War. The chariots go forth to war,. Rumbling, roaring as they go;. The horses neigh and whinny loud,. Tugging at the bit. The dust swirls up in great dense clouds,. And hides the Han Yang bridge. In serried ranks the archers march,. A bow and quiver at each waist;. Fathers, mothers, children, wives. All crowd around to say farewell. Pulling at clothes and stamping feet,. Like chickens and do...
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The Path: December 2008
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A stroll down the path of life. Saturday, December 13, 2008. It's in the snowflake skies of children's wishes. It's in the music of children's laughter. It's in the breathlessness of children's anticipation. It's in the faith of children's embraces. The magic of Christmas is here. In the childlike wonder of us all. Ebony eve, silvered streets. Lavender mist and icicle tears. Visions of velvet, crimson and jade. Golden glints in topaz thoughts. Color it Christmas. Give it with love. Come Home For Christmas.
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The Path: March 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Friday, March 30, 2007. Hymn to the Night. I HEARD the trailing garments of the NightSweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above;. The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes,. That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. Through h...
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The Path: May 2008
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A stroll down the path of life. Wednesday, May 14, 2008. The messengers–Buddha, Jesus, and others, not all of them known–were humanity’s early flowers. They were precursors, rare and precious beings. To sin means to miss the point of human existence. It means to life unskillfully, blindly, and thus to suffer and cause suffering. By the end of the century, the number of people who died a violent death at the hand of their fellow humans would rise to more than one hundred million. Responding to a radical c...
