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THE NIGHT NOT WANT TO COME The night did not want to come, because you do not come and I can not go. But I will go, although a sun scorpions eat me head. But you will come, with his tongue burned by the salt rain. The day will not come, because you do not come and I can not …

DREAM I think, and I see, or dream a small village, a great peace: inside, a sing of roosters. And the small village is lost in a fall of snow. Within the village, in holiday dress, a little white house. Furtive mentions a blonde head, between the curtains move. I open the door and the hinges, screeching, they ask for …

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 …