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I love a person who doesn't know me, a person who doesn't care to know me... (Caption...) (Read caption..) You know the couples in the movies? I think I've seen too many. Those where the protagonist makes extraordinary gestures and looks at her as if there were no other people in the world. I have always looked for that look in you and I never had it, just as I did not have the gestures. And I started thinking that love is not what we see in movies ... So why have I always made gestures? The kilometers on foot, the thoughts for you, the phone calls when you needed them. I was there

I love a person who doesn't know me, a person who doesn't care to know me... (Caption...) (Read caption..) You know the couples in the movies? I think I've seen too many. Those where the protagonist makes extraordinary gestures and looks at her as if there were no other people in the world. I have always looked for that look in you and I never had it, just as I did not have the gestures. And I started thinking that love is not what we see in movies ... So why have I always made gestures? The kilometers on foot, the thoughts for you, the phone calls when you needed them. I was there

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I don't want to write like everyone else, I want to sneak into people's hearts and I don't want to get out of it anymore. (Caption..) I don't want to write like everyone else. I don't want to tell about an ordinary day, I don't want to describe with a thousand adjectives how big a house is and I don't want to write yet another love story. I want to describe emotions. I wish I could find the right words to describe an abandonment, the emptiness you feel when people disappoint you, I wish I could describe the anger that eats you alive and leaves no room for anything else. I would like to write what people feel, you know? I w

I don't want to write like everyone else, I want to sneak into people's hearts and I don't want to get out of it anymore. (Caption..) I don't want to write like everyone else. I don't want to tell about an ordinary day, I don't want to describe with a thousand adjectives how big a house is and I don't want to write yet another love story. I want to describe emotions. I wish I could find the right words to describe an abandonment, the emptiness you feel when people disappoint you, I wish I could describe the anger that eats you alive and leaves no room for anything else. I would like to write what people feel, you know? I w

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You are special and I don't need anything else, that's why I'm with you. And if this is not enough for you, I will tell you a thousand more times. (Caption..) (Read Caption ..) is there something wrong?" I asked you that night when we were lying on your bed and you stroked my face. "Why are you with me?" "Why are you with me if I'm like that?

You are special and I don't need anything else, that's why I'm with you. And if this is not enough for you, I will tell you a thousand more times. (Caption..) (Read Caption ..) is there something wrong?" I asked you that night when we were lying on your bed and you stroked my face. "Why are you with me?" "Why are you with me if I'm like that?

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Words, they are my dialect. Do not give me a direct objective noun, if you lack subjective substances, hitting me indirectly. For each adjective, an objective. For each conjunction, a subordinate sentence. For each sentence, one word. For each word, an obstacle that the mind unlocks. (Caption..) (Read Caption...) Speaking of words, today I am going to speak a hundred of them, today I will speak without you in them. I want those words to speak, to shut up, today those words have more spells than Salem. When you hear them, you will never forget. It will be like a curse. Speaking of words, today they will speak with their eyes, about love, about leaving. With the pulse, today they will speak without speaking, they can be mine and they can be yours. I make words, mine. I make these lines,

Words, they are my dialect. Do not give me a direct objective noun, if you lack subjective substances, hitting me indirectly. For each adjective, an objective. For each conjunction, a subordinate sentence. For each sentence, one word. For each word, an obstacle that the mind unlocks. (Caption..) (Read Caption...) Speaking of words, today I am going to speak a hundred of them, today I will speak without you in them. I want those words to speak, to shut up, today those words have more spells than Salem. When you hear them, you will never forget. It will be like a curse. Speaking of words, today they will speak with their eyes, about love, about leaving. With the pulse, today they will speak without speaking, they can be mine and they can be yours. I make words, mine. I make these lines,

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Your body fell on the ground and the huge transparent mirror turned into a vortex and in an instant it absorbed all the hooded figures from the hall. (Caption..) The roses are red, violets are blue, you promised me you'd always tell the truth and now I don't know it's meaning anymore. At night, Your ghosts knocked on my door, screams, sighs, heavy breaths, the shadows of your demons appeared when I was trying to dream. At the age of five, you met someone that changed your life with these words: "being honest will lead you to live alone, like me sitting on the ground and you with the backpack on your shoulders ". Your voice in the evening with disconnec

Your body fell on the ground and the huge transparent mirror turned into a vortex and in an instant it absorbed all the hooded figures from the hall. (Caption..) The roses are red, violets are blue, you promised me you'd always tell the truth and now I don't know it's meaning anymore. At night, Your ghosts knocked on my door, screams, sighs, heavy breaths, the shadows of your demons appeared when I was trying to dream. At the age of five, you met someone that changed your life with these words: "being honest will lead you to live alone, like me sitting on the ground and you with the backpack on your shoulders ". Your voice in the evening with disconnec

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The drop of water is recognized in the fullness of the ocean. After the torpor of unconsciousness, we disintegrate in the ardor of transcendence.. (Caption..) Do not tend to understand, don't try to explain. The mind is too limited a resource for achieving this splendor. The Infinite cannot fit in to the finite. Ethereal silence that translates the Absolute that words do not touch. Come on, be perfect! For alchemical fire lapids the rough stones into luminescent crystals. Ineffable mystery silence the voices that separated us. Jump off , for the wings of the Goddess invite us to supreme ecstasy. If she lives in me, why open your eyes? From the bow

The drop of water is recognized in the fullness of the ocean. After the torpor of unconsciousness, we disintegrate in the ardor of transcendence.. (Caption..) Do not tend to understand, don't try to explain. The mind is too limited a resource for achieving this splendor. The Infinite cannot fit in to the finite. Ethereal silence that translates the Absolute that words do not touch. Come on, be perfect! For alchemical fire lapids the rough stones into luminescent crystals. Ineffable mystery silence the voices that separated us. Jump off , for the wings of the Goddess invite us to supreme ecstasy. If she lives in me, why open your eyes? From the bow

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Fusten me with the overwhelming shape of the tridents. Shelter the occult and the vile in the winds of ethereal destruction. Slow down the fear of death, until the out cry of the eternal devours me to cosmic luck. (Caption..) Brave the non-time, fiery and imperious, to set the reminiscent thoughts on fire. Fusten me with the overwhelming shape of the thousand tridents. Shelter the occult and the vile in the winds of ethereal destruction. Slow down the fear of death, until the out cry of the eternal devours me to cosmic luck. The primordial sound, alchemistry ascends, impelling me to the supreme liberation. Undisputed paradise that you promised me, devas laughing on the cypresses of the Being. When the clothes are fin

Fusten me with the overwhelming shape of the tridents. Shelter the occult and the vile in the winds of ethereal destruction. Slow down the fear of death, until the out cry of the eternal devours me to cosmic luck. (Caption..) Brave the non-time, fiery and imperious, to set the reminiscent thoughts on fire. Fusten me with the overwhelming shape of the thousand tridents. Shelter the occult and the vile in the winds of ethereal destruction. Slow down the fear of death, until the out cry of the eternal devours me to cosmic luck. The primordial sound, alchemistry ascends, impelling me to the supreme liberation. Undisputed paradise that you promised me, devas laughing on the cypresses of the Being. When the clothes are fin

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Between one death and another, I celebrate every rebirth. Amidst the dry leaves that fall, I glare, further ahead, the exuberance of my long-awaited dawn. (Caption..) I let go of what never belonged to me, for eternity to come. In renunciation, I lose nothing; I free myself, immensely from old weights, false truths, fears, vanities. Strengths so high that I rise against my progress. It distresses my heart to understand that the more I am willing to conquer the higher regions of the essence, the greater the obstacles that stand in the way of my rise . What do I do then? Between one death and another, I celebrate every rebirth. Amidst the dry leaves that fall,

Between one death and another, I celebrate every rebirth. Amidst the dry leaves that fall, I glare, further ahead, the exuberance of my long-awaited dawn. (Caption..) I let go of what never belonged to me, for eternity to come. In renunciation, I lose nothing; I free myself, immensely from old weights, false truths, fears, vanities. Strengths so high that I rise against my progress. It distresses my heart to understand that the more I am willing to conquer the higher regions of the essence, the greater the obstacles that stand in the way of my rise . What do I do then? Between one death and another, I celebrate every rebirth. Amidst the dry leaves that fall,

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Find the strength of your lion and unleash your roar of freedom. Let go of everything, and don't hold anything else, let go of what has to go, detach and forgive. (Caption..) Don't feel guilty about feeling the fire of your anger. It is not a “sin” to shake hands with your shadows and bring them up to the surface, face to face, and let them manifest by showing you it's dark side. It's not wrong to feel your inner rage, let your volcano erupt and feel its strength. Illusion is hiding the anger from you and leaving it burning deep in your heart and pretending to be in your calmness. Do not oppress your feelings, no matter how sublime or harmful they are, bring awarene

Find the strength of your lion and unleash your roar of freedom. Let go of everything, and don't hold anything else, let go of what has to go, detach and forgive. (Caption..) Don't feel guilty about feeling the fire of your anger. It is not a “sin” to shake hands with your shadows and bring them up to the surface, face to face, and let them manifest by showing you it's dark side. It's not wrong to feel your inner rage, let your volcano erupt and feel its strength. Illusion is hiding the anger from you and leaving it burning deep in your heart and pretending to be in your calmness. Do not oppress your feelings, no matter how sublime or harmful they are, bring awarene