HEY YOU

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Please don’t ask me about the decisions my heart could have, ’cause at the moment I don’t even know them, it still confuse. Right now, I just want to live and enjoy the present I’m living.

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But if you ask me about today, without any hesitation I can say... I want him to be part of my life.

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FRACTUS

This time I’m going to change a little bit the main structure of this space posting this video that contains one of the things that have caught my attention.

NO CLUE

I’ve been trying to find out the reason why I wanted to be with you, or should I say the reason why I want to be with you, if we are completely different:

I am affectionate --- You are cold
I am emotional --- You are emotionless
I am visceral --- You are rational
I am dreamy --- You are realistic
I am impulsive --- You are cautious

At the moment I don’t have an answer I just can say “perhaps it is due to the fact that our differences make us complement each other”.

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UPDATE

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Why do we look for each other? It is a habit?

STRAIGHT TO NUMBER ONE

Touch and go...
..........................To number one

http://www.goear.com/listen.php?v=4fe5073

QUOTE

"Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love"

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Gabriel García Márquez

GLORY BOX

Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be a woman

MY FRIEND

My friend, I am not what I seem. My appearance is but a garment I wear, a carefully woven garment that protects me from your questioning and it protects you from my negligence.

The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and there in it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

You should not believe in what I say nor trust in what I do, for my words are your own thoughts, made sound, and my actions, your own hopes made actions.

When you say: "The wind blows eastward", I say: “Aye it does blow eastward"; because I do not want you to know that my mind does not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.

You can not understand my seafaring thoughts, and I do not want it to happen. I prefer to be alone at the sea.

When it is day for you, my friend, it is night for me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; because you can not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars and I am not interested that you hear or see what happens in me. I prefer to be alone with night.

When you ascend to your heaven, I descend to my hell. Even then you call me across the impassable gulf that separate us: "My companion!, My comrade!", and I answer you: "My companion!, My comrade!" because I do not want you to see my hell: the flames would burn your eyesight and the smoke would suffocate you. I like my hell; I love it until the point that I prevent you to visit it. I prefer to be alone in it.

You love the truth, the beauty and the right, me, so as to please you, I say it is fine and I feign to love these things. But in the bottom of my heart I laugh at your love for these things. However, I do not let you to see my laughter. I prefer to laugh alone.

My friend, you are noble, cautious and wise; even more: you are perfect. In my case, I speak with you wisely and cautiously, but... I am mad. But I mask my madness. I prefer to be mad alone.

My friend, you are not my friend, but how shall I make you understand it? My path is not your path; however, we walk together, with our hands taken.

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Kalil Gibran

REASONS

In our last conversation you said something that reminded me this phrase “You presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine”.

In this case you didn’t see a painting of mine, actually you read something I wrote and you thought my words were dedicated to a person and because of that you presume to know the way I was feeling.

My dear friend, if I write about happiness, love, melancholy, emotions… that’s for sure I have reasons to do it, but it doesn’t imply that my words were writing because I was thinking about someone; actually there are a lot of situations could make you write that way.

Perhaps my friend, some other day I will write again, something for that someone I consider or considered “my special person”.

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Image: http://eldoctorhache.wordpress.com/tag/pintura/

WITHOUT YOU

My pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.
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I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,

And gently stretch out my hands

To gather in yours,

And softly press my warm mouth

Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-

Then suddenly I'm awake

And all around me the cold night grows still.

The star in the window shines clearly-

Where is your blond hair,

Where is your sweet mouth?
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Now I drink pain in every delight

And poison in every wine;

I never knew it would be so bitter

To be alone,

Alone, without you.

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Herman Hess

MUST BE

...Honest

................Intelligent

..................................Ambitious

....................................................Cheerful

....................................................................Romantic

......................................................................................Sensual

.....................................................................................................Sexual

..................................................................................................................Seductive...

NEAR AND FAR

I’m in love with you… but, you only see me like a friend and it drives me crazy, because my proximity to you allows me to caress your face, to clasp you in my arms, to touch your hand… but suddenly, I realize that at the same time, we are far away and that distance is the one that doesn’t allow me to tell you what I feel for you.

You are so close but at the same time you are so far from me.


There is any special reason for my words; I guess is common to fall in love with one your best friends. Don’t you think so?

FED UP

I’m fed up not only with your silence, with your hesitation, with your loneliness...


Also I’m fed up with your feelings, with your illusions, with your wait...

Today, am I fed with you or am I fed up with myself?

UPDATE: is not about me.

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WANTED

Some days ago I was listening on the radio a conversation in which men and women were saying that nowadays is getting a little bit difficult to find a partner; the participants were saying that it could be due to changes on people’s priorities ’cause during a long period most of the people are focus on studying, on having a good job, on making money, on travelling, on having fun and on keeping their independency.

Nobody disagree with the fact that all those things are really good to look for, and someone said that precisely those facts make us become more selective therefore is difficult to find a person who fulfils all the characteristics we are looking for.

What do you think about it?

EXTRACT

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite num­ber of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limit­ed to one woman).


We can never establish with certainty what part of our relations with others is the result of our emotions—love, antipathy, char­ity, or malice—and what part is predetermined by the constant power play among individuals.

Milan Kundera - The Unbearable Lightness of Being.

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I don’t recognise your silhouette, I don’t know who you are, but I know you exist… ’cause I dream your eyes that are anxious of reflections, knowledge and love, and those instances make me able to see you even to feel you.

TODAY

Today after seeing you I felt that it was like a dream to be there with you… Looking at you, at your eyes, at your smile; enjoying your company, your conversation, your gentlemanly and every nice thought you had with me.

Thanks for those instances and for made rediscover some emotions I had forgotten.

LettyLup

Postscript

You have always called my attention due to a lot factors like your intelligence, your personality, your way of looking, today I had the chance to discover some other things about you, things that I didn’t expect. Luckily I don’t see you so often because I guess you are that kind of person who can easily win over my heart.

THE IRRESISTABLE SOUTH

I´ve been trying to post this video, but I have had problems so as to do it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_Q-Kh8uaco

Hope you enjoy the images, they come from a friendly and cosmopolitan port city.

Regards

SOMETHING MAGICAL

It was only you and I, talking and laughing about everything, the tranquility of your place made us forgot about words, about time, about everything. Suddenly, we were sitting right there, just looking each other......You started touching my hair and caressing my face. Inevitably, that silence and proximity, caused that our mouths started enjoying the softness and humidity of our lips. By inertia, we began to caress and our hands little by little were removing all those obstacles we had so as to discover our skin….

….It was magical, ´cause we started being two and we ended being one.

SILENCE

...We were both silent, each waiting for the other to speak, but speech is not the only means of understanding between two souls. It is not the syllables that come from the lips and tongues that bring hearts together.

There is something greater and purer than what the mouth utters. Silence illuminates our souls, whispers to our hearts, and brings them together. Silence separates us from ourselves, makes us sail the firmament of spirit, and brings us closer to Heaven; it makes us feel that bodies are no more than prisons and that this world is only a place of exile...

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From: Broken Wings

Written by Kahlil Gibran

Picture: http//www.sbbfc.co.uk/images

FOR MY SPECIAL PERSON

I don’t know if you will read this entry, anyways this is for you.


Do you remember these words?

When I first saw you I already knew, there was something inside of you, something I thought that I would never find, angel of mine. How you changed my world you'll never know I'm different now, you helped me grow...

Now, the chapter of our story has been closed, and in spite of it, I still feel something for you (perhaps not with the same intensity I used to feel) but I know is not enough, because our growing apart has been inevitable.

I’m not pretending to be sentimental, but I know that despite other persons will come along, you will always have a special place in my memories and in my life.

Happy Birthday!

I WANT YOU TO...

Kiss me,

.............Hug me,

...........................Touch me, and

.................................................. Make me tremble once again.

IF I WAS

Sometimes at night I start thinking………

If I could have just one wish I'd wish that you were mine, so I would hold you near and kiss away all those tears.

I wish I could reach out and feel you right beside me, and take you in my arms and scream I love you right out loud. But, that's just not meant to be ’cause I’m not the one who is in your life, and I’m not the one who is sharing your nights.

I wish I could be the one in your life.

Modified from "If I was the one"

SO HARD

By accident I heard part of a conversation between two girls. One of them was feeling so confused and some questions were passing through her mind, like:

How long does it take to forget a person who has been so important in your life?

When and how will I know I’m ready to have a new relationship?

It’s a difficult situation.

Picture from http://www.fotographie.ca

WITH YOU...

...I want to exchange a kiss for a smile, a silence for a sigh, a caress for a desire, a passion for a love…a life for one I Love You.

NOW...

Is useless to feign.... You have become the eternal ghost who lives in my memory.

NIGHT SESSIONS

This music makes my mind to create some scenery about a nice evening. Right now I wish I could be drinking some wine in a nice place and having good conversation with the person I like, and as a perfect complement candle’s light.

IF YOU FORGET ME

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

QUESTION

Some days ago I had an interesting girl’s talk with one of my friends, and as you can imagine a lot of things came up in our conversation. And, there was something she said that made have a slightly dilemma “There are some moments in life in which I wonder, what will be much easier to love or to forget somebody?”

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What do you think about it?

TIRED OF BEING SORRY

Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN .. ....?

In the morning light
Half awake and half a sleep
Have you ever laid there thinking?
Was it all a dream?
But you reach out and he’s there
Every moment, everywhere
Have you ever been in love?

Have you ever felt?
How far a heart can fall
Have you ever stayed up waiting?
For a telephone call
Just to hear him say hello
’Cause you miss each other so
Have you ever been in love?

Have there been times to laugh
And times you really want to cry
Finding reasons to believe him
’Cause you’d die a little if he lied
And when in times of doubt
Have you ever tried to work it out?
But still he leaves you wondering
What it’s all about?

And when he is far away
Have you ever felt the need to stray?
And tried and then discovered
It just doesn’t pay
’Cause with him, you can be true
And with him, you can be you
Have you ever been in love?

And when the night comes down
Can you call your house a home?
Do you dream you’re still together?
And wake up alone
Have you ever been in love?
The way that I’m in love
Have you ever been in love?

by Westlife