the laughter of an unhappy man sounds like an insult. offensive, rude, shrieking.
yet i know he was happy, once, i know the sound of his laughter-
a humble, sweet shyness, bewildering, real, musical.
i hope this one will be heard again soon, by someone.
for then i will know that he has once again arrived at the ease of his grace.
and from afar i will dance in the melody.
answer this:
many times before i've felt like this to a certain degree. and i'm sure that life will endlessly bring them on as i go along.
where does the rollercoaster lead to?..to the beggining. but you didn't get on it to get to the beggining, but to go through the ups and downs...to feel the thrill. to feel the extremities. to feel.
everyone tells me that i must'nt get so passionate about things, not to take things so much to heart. should i then numb away my existence? lay aside and observe the events that ocurr in my life and not react so much. i guess knowing that, when your going down and you want to hold on to your roller car, you're safe, that it will go up again. time heals...nothing is forever...this too shall pass.
feel, it's ok to feel, but know.
right now, the feeling of stagnation is overwhelming. nothing moves. which part of the ride is this?
where does the rollercoaster lead to?..to the beggining. but you didn't get on it to get to the beggining, but to go through the ups and downs...to feel the thrill. to feel the extremities. to feel.
everyone tells me that i must'nt get so passionate about things, not to take things so much to heart. should i then numb away my existence? lay aside and observe the events that ocurr in my life and not react so much. i guess knowing that, when your going down and you want to hold on to your roller car, you're safe, that it will go up again. time heals...nothing is forever...this too shall pass.
feel, it's ok to feel, but know.
right now, the feeling of stagnation is overwhelming. nothing moves. which part of the ride is this?
clara
la burbuja se estira
se divide justo en el centro
siendo singular
en este espacio
las olas me sostienen
arruyadas
con tu aliento
la luna ilumina mis senos
como dunas
y estoy clara
de la caricia de tu mirada
calmada ya
despues de una tormenta
la arena jugetona
abraza tus pies
y con la brisa
camina hacia mi
se divide justo en el centro
siendo singular
en este espacio
las olas me sostienen
arruyadas
con tu aliento
la luna ilumina mis senos
como dunas
y estoy clara
de la caricia de tu mirada
calmada ya
despues de una tormenta
la arena jugetona
abraza tus pies
y con la brisa
camina hacia mi
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