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DON’T DISMISS YOUR DREAMS BECAUSE DREAMS Don’t dismiss your dreams because they are dreams. All dreams can be reality, If the dream does not end. The reality is a dream. If we dream that the stone is stone, This is the stone. What flows in the rivers is not water, is a dream, the crystalline water. Reality dream disguise, and …

I HELD TIGHT FOR A LONG TIME MY ANGEL ” I held tight for a long time my Angel, and he finally sadness spread over him in my arms. He was small, and I’m great: until it was I the compassion, and he’s only a prayer shaking. Only then I restored to him his heavens, fading, left me his most …

THOSE LOOKING FOR POSSESS A FLOWER “Those looking to own a flower, sees its beauty wither, but who admires him in a field, will take him with them. Because the flower will merge with the afternoon, with the sunset, with the smell of wet earth and with the clouds on the horizon.” (Paulo Coelho)

THE SHADOW OF LIGHT “Defend me from opposing forces, the night, in my sleep, when I am not conscious, when my path is uncertain, And not leave me ever … Do not leave me ever! Carry me higher areas in one of your realms of tranquility: It’s time to leave this cycle of lifetimes. And not leave me ever,. Do …

LOST LOVE A narrative, where feelings and emotions bring gradually the reader close to the character, a man who lives at the end of a love affair. A short story, written in the form of a letter, and this letter expresses a State of soul, where the hope is always present. A love that will never be forgotten. A beloved …

SONG OF LOST LOVE “Remember blooming violets, with our words” there will never, ever, ever “. I would tell you the same things now, but how soon, fans love to dry the roses. So for us, the love that rips the hair is lost now, all that remains is some listless caress and tenderness. And when you are in your …

BETWEEN MY FINGERS I HELD A JEWEL Between my fingers I held a jewel, When I slept. The day was warm, It was tedious wind and I said, will last. I did cry when I wake up unsuspecting fingers, the gem was gone. Now just a memory of amethyst to me remains. (Emily Dickinson)

FOLLOW THE LOVE Love doesn’t give anything except himself and misses nothing if not by himself. Love does not possess, neither would be owned for love is sufficient to love. (Kahlil Gibran)

FOR MY HEART For my heart just your chest, for your freedom with my wings. Out of my mouth will come up in the sky What was dormant on your soul. It’s in you the illusion each day. You like the dew on petals. Excavations on the horizon with your absence. Eternally fleeing as the wave. I said that in …