Cada día me despierto.para dar lo mejor de mi.y caminar esta vida sola pero sin mentir con mucho amor en el alma..
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viernes, 12 de julio de 2019
-Khalil Gibrán
I am the wet silver locks thrown from the sky.
For the gods nature leads me to decorate.
Sate thirst for one,
I heal the other's ailment.
The voice of thunder proclaims my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like the earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the unchained elements and culminates
On the high wings of death.
I emerge from the heart of the sea and
I go back with the breeze. When I see a field in the
Indigence, I descend and surround the flowers and
The trees in a million small caresses.
I tap the windows gently with my
Delicate fingers, and my ad is a
Welcome song Everyone can hear me, but only
The sensitive understand me.
The warmth of the air gives me birth,
On the other hand, the opaque one,
As the woman defeats the man with
The force that he extracts from it.
I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the fields;
The tears of heaven.
The same as love:
I sigh from the deep sea of affection;
River from the vivid territory of the spirit;
I cry from the infinite sky of memories. "
For the gods nature leads me to decorate.
Sate thirst for one,
I heal the other's ailment.
The voice of thunder proclaims my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like the earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the unchained elements and culminates
On the high wings of death.
I emerge from the heart of the sea and
I go back with the breeze. When I see a field in the
Indigence, I descend and surround the flowers and
The trees in a million small caresses.
I tap the windows gently with my
Delicate fingers, and my ad is a
Welcome song Everyone can hear me, but only
The sensitive understand me.
The warmth of the air gives me birth,
On the other hand, the opaque one,
As the woman defeats the man with
The force that he extracts from it.
I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the fields;
The tears of heaven.
The same as love:
I sigh from the deep sea of affection;
River from the vivid territory of the spirit;
I cry from the infinite sky of memories. "
Oscar Wilde
He was born in 1854 in Dublin - he died in Paris-1900,
He was a poet and playwright, his social sarcasm and his incredible wit made him famous throughout the world
"Whenever people agree with me, I always feel that I should be wrong."
He was a poet and playwright, his social sarcasm and his incredible wit made him famous throughout the world
"Whenever people agree with me, I always feel that I should be wrong."
José Mauro de Vasconcelos
José Mauro de Vasconcelos (1920-1984)., mestizo of an indigenous mother and Portuguese father, was born on February 26, 1920 in Bangú, Rio de Janeiro, in the middle of extreme poverty, he did all kinds of work to survive , from trainer of boxers to pawn of "fazenda", from fisherman to school teacher, all in a frame of constant pilgrimage: "My years of swing between the Brazilian north and south", according to he defined them. His periods of cohabitation with the Indians marked him and gave him the gift of writing with a deeper tradition rooted in tradition: "I do not expect anything, so I am not disappointed"
"Since I could not sing on the outside, I started singing inside."
"Since I could not sing on the outside, I started singing inside."
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