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For those of you who are attached and here out of boredom.
We will come across people with huge potential
Because my love for you is greater than words, I've decided to keep quiet.
If I could give you one thing in life,
I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes,
only then would you realize how special you are to me.
Idc How Many Times You Say Negative Things
AboutYourself, I Always See you Perfect
In My Eyes <3
Wait for someone who loves you differently, one who can see the fire in your soul, the child in your laugh and the ocean in your heart.
Find someone who isn't afraid to say that they miss you.Someone who knows that you're not perfect, but treats you as if you are. Someone who's biggest fear is losing you. One who gives their heart completely. Someone who says I love you and means it. Last but not least, find someone who wouldn't mind waking up with you in the morning, seeing you in a messy hair and weird face, but still falls for you all over again.
I want to do bad things because am a bad guy
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Comet (2014)
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Rumble Fish (1983)
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“Life is too short to play with love.”
— poetry-siir ©
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Buonasera...vi lascio qui un video, dove dentro c'è una mia poesia.. verseggiata dal cantore del Signor Diego De Nadai, mio grande amico.
Della quale una delle poesie è scritta anche qui, nella mia casa... detto questo vi voglio solo dire: molte persone parlano di "magia", stiamoci attenti, perché sapete cos'è la vera magia?
La vera magia è un fiume in piena, che sale sulle foglie della vita, dove una di essa prende tutto l'infinito...e cola su una spalla di un nudo corpo, si estende tutta su di esso... e lì si incide la vera magia, tra un fiume e un foglia.
Quindi stiamoci attenti quando si parla di magia.
Detto questo, vi auguro ogni sorta di bene, fate i bravi! Presto ritornerò e nel frattempo..praticate una VERA MAGIA. ♠️
Perché io..la mia... ce l'ho addosso, calata dal mio fiume, perché tutti i fiumi sono miei.
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Attenti al cane lui ehmmm...mi protegge 😉A PRESTO!
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(Gli Angeli velati)
Ci sono cose da dire, a modo mio.
Quando mi chiedono che cosa avessi amato di più nella mia vita, rispondo semplicemente:"il mio Signore".
Colui che mi ha fatto donna, velata e piena di emozioni.
Sapete... poi ci sono gli angeli vicino a noi. Che ci amano.
Il loro dogma è osservarci, proteggerci, fino al giorno del giudizio...dove si deporrà l'anima nostra al ritorno del "Divino".
Gli angeli non sentono il dolore, ma i nostri si. Combattono, e sono lì in silenzio guardandoci da lontano.
Oggi avverto questa misticità, per il mondo intero, e per tutto quello che stiamo vivendo...
Ma ricordandomi sempre che sono donna, tra i veli della mia anima, che vive anche nelle emozioni di ogni sentire..appunto, questo.
Le cerimonie dei sogni.
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Quando i pensieri ti tremano dentro, la mia anima diventa danzante, si percepisce il mio idioma di mille vibrazioni, come calamita...che mi trasporta verso un qualcosa che non conosco.
Divento fuoco, in una cenere che mai si spegne. Cosi ti penso, nelle mie danze, in uno spartito sempre nuovo, dove la mia nuda carne si nutre di te, in un velo sottile fremente al pensiero del tuo tatto..
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❤Ecco, cosa sei,cosa sono e cosa siamo, il disegno più bello che portiamo sulle nostre labbra,il nostro amore e voglio disegnarti il mio nome sulla tua anima con l'inchiostro amato,del nostro sudore e del nostro volerci..❤jamajia ❤
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Don’t be a “maybe”. It’s either Hell Yes or Fucking No.
I would like to catch the universe and bring it closer in time and space in front of you. Two bright stars will be your eyes; your lips soft singing, a score to the beat of the dance and love … The sidereal light dresses up for me… And my white skin it impregnates of northern lights to see you at every sunrise.
Quino ©
Quisiera atrapar el universo y acercarlo en tiempo y espacio delante de ti. Dos estrellas brillantes, serán tus ojos; tus labios suave canto, una partitura al compás de la danza y el amor… La luz sideral se viste de gala para mí… Y mi piel blanca se impregna de auroras boreales para verte en cada amanecer.
Quino ©
Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, silent, night and day.
Loving you is not demanding of you, it is not forcing you, It is not to pressure you, it is not to convince you, It is not defeating yourself; is to help you free yourself from yourself, of me, of everything, is to lend you my breath, to seduce you without desires, or objectives, is to enjoy yourself.
Loving you is not reject your flaws; is to make me sensitive to them and make you sensitive to them, never expecting you to change them.
Loving you is not take refuge in your person; is to build a shelter together, with our own hands, where the whole world can fit.
Loving you is not wishing be the center of your life; is to drive you, If you let me, if I can do it, to the life of your center, without seeking rewards.
Loving you is not giving up to my dreams for you; is waking up from my dreams, with you, taken from your hand.
Loving you is not flattering you is not puffed up, It is not weakening you is not to get your attention, it is not confusing you; is to show you worth of your shadow, the wonder of your own light, is to help you live alert, is wanting you to fly while I look at you, absorbed, happy.
Loving you is not fearing you is not owning you, it is not guarding you, It is not watching over you; is hugging you warmly, is to open my door for you, is to observe you in full light, in total darkness, with the soul’s eyes.
Loving you is not just looking at you, smell you, or taste you; is looking with you at the same time anything, make me one with your smell, be part of you.
Loving you is not tell you that I love you, It’s not to think that I loved you that I will love you; is asking myself Yes I love you, is to feel it, leaving let it develop in me, without any need to tell you.
Loving you is not always be by your side, It is not always thinking of you It is not always dreaming of you; is to be available to you, is to be you, to become one with you, is to be aware of your dreams, and of mine with you, is to allow know me completely to the very center of my pain, and of my love.
Loving you is not look at you from above, or from below, from behind, from the front; is to cultivate a balance that again and again feel what happens for our common center.
Loving you is not projecting ideas about you is not idealizing yourself; is to see you from afar, from close, from within (from you), from outside, see you from beyond me.
Loving you is not loving you only when you love me, when you’re pretty when you smile at yourself, when you kiss me, when you caress me, when you walk gracefully, when you are calm, when you are happy; is to accept you whole As you are, always and everywhere, with simplicity, gladly.
Loving you is not writing you my love poems; is to be love when I write to you, and when not.
Loving you is not writing that I love you; is to share with you the best of me (love), no return, without horizon.
Amarte no es esperar algo de ti; es simplemente esperarte, en silencio, de noche y de día.
Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte, no es presionarte, no es convencerte, no es derrotarte; es ayudarte a liberarte de ti, de mí, de todo, es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte sin deseos, ni objetivos, es disfrutar de ti.
Amarte no es rechazar tus defectos; es hacerme sensible a ellos y hacerte sensible a ellos, sin esperar jamás que los cambies.
Amarte no es refugiarme en tu persona; es construir un refugio juntos, con nuestras propias manos, donde pueda caber el mundo entero.
Amarte no es desear ser el centro de tu vida; es conducirte, si tú me lo permites, si soy capaz de hacerlo, a la vida de tu centro, sin buscar recompensas.
Amarte no es renunciar a mis sueños por ti; es despertar de mis sueños, contigo, tomado de tu mano.
Amarte no es halagarte, no es envanecerte, no es debilitarte, no es llamar tu atención, no es confundirte; es mostrarte la valía de tu sombra, la maravilla de tu propia luz, es ayudarte a vivir alerta, es querer que vueles mientras te miro, absorto, dichoso.
Amarte no es temerte, no es poseerte, no es custodiarte, no es vigilarte; es abrazarte cálidamente, es abrirte mi puerta, es observarte a plena luz, en total oscuridad, con los ojos del alma.
Amarte no es sólo mirarte, olerte, o probarte; es mirar contigo a la vez cualquier cosa, hacerme uno con tu olor, formar parte de ti.
Amarte no es decirte que te amo, no es pensar que te amé, que te amaré; es preguntarme a mí mismo si te amo, es sentirlo, dejando que se desarrolle en mí, sin necesidad alguna de decírtelo.
Amarte no es estar siempre a tu lado, no es pensar siempre en ti, no es soñar siempre contigo; es estar disponible para ti, es ser tú, hacerme uno contigo, es ser consciente de tus sueños, y de los míos contigo, es permitir que me conozcas por entero hasta el mismo centro de mi dolor, y de mi amor.
Amarte no es mirarte desde arriba, o desde abajo, desde atrás, desde delante; es cultivar un equilibrio que una y otra vez sienta que pasa por nuestro centro común.
Amarte no es proyectar ideas sobre ti, no es idealizarte; es verte desde lejos, desde cerca, desde dentro (desde ti), desde fuera, verte desde más allá de mí.
Amarte no es quererte únicamente cuando me amas, cuando estás guapa, cuando te sonríes, cuando me besas, cuando me acaricias, cuando caminas con elegancia, cuando estás tranquila, cuando estás feliz; es aceptarte entera tal cual eres, siempre y en todo lugar, con sencillez, con alegría.
Amarte no es escribirte mis poemas de amor; es ser amor cuando te escribo, y cuando no.
Amarte no es escribir que te amo; es compartir contigo lo mejor de mí (el amor), sin vuelta atrás, sin horizonte.
- Ousía Poética (cc)
Hands are unbearably beautiful, they hold on to things they let things go.
What should i do with these hands if they can’t hold you?
Give me your hands
My soul will sleep inside of them
Inside of them my soul will sleep for eternity
Her hand in mine and in my chest a garden.
But i still don’t know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, but i can’t contain my soul from enveloping yours!
I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.
I don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands.