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El puente que divide
los milagros de la realidad
es el mismo hombre
que con su ilusión
fabrica universos
que llamamos
conciencia...
Que con su amor perpetura
en la existencia
y con su devoción trasforma
su revolución en papeles
escritos en la memoria
del hombre.
Si declaro la paz,
conmigo…
Question the universe about itself, ask him where did it come from, where will it go, ask him where does it end, where does it start... Question the skies, about themselves, ask them why are they yellow, why are they blue, ask them why are they untouchable, why are they…
If you could choose into being a body that changes every bit of space without understanding where will actions go, where will deeds lead, where will it all grow... I would rather be nobody, if my heart is full of blossom. If I could choose into being a nobody that…
Strange people are those who captivate our feelings in such a way life becomes a melody echoing through the galaxies. If those who are blinded by the sun empty their pockets... May they find the flowers of their hearts being nurtured by the light of a trillion wonder stars! If…
No sabes lo que significa para mí, que me des una gota de aliento, luz en forma de esperanza, generosidad sincera que el hombre anhela. No sabes lo que dice el viento, por conocer tus alas liberadas al dar, perpetuidad en hojas de recuerdos alzadas a la verdad. Y si…