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I love you more than a new world
More than a perfect day
More than a smooth wine
More than a long sleep
More than a ballad of a boy singing
More than my music
More than my years
Mas Mas
my sadness that my chores
More than my pulse
More than my pleasures
More than
our favorite game more than this I love you

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More than a long trip, but still blond
field rather than an old friend, more than any holy
More than your purity adorned
More mistakes than your tenacity that will not break
Mas your joy, rather than your colors
More than your sensuality hide
think more than our first kiss
more than this I love you, but
That our magical wedding night
more than this I love you I love you ....


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That would give to have near infinite love,
By living in the afternoons, your kisses and your cries, aged
both as timeless and fresh red wine ...
[Jorge A. Gauna]

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THE SADNESS AND THE FURY

In an enchanted realm where men can never reach, or perhaps where men pass forever without realizing ...
In a magical kingdom, where things are not tangible, concrete become ...
Once upon a time ... a wonderful pond. Was a gap of pure crystalline water where fish of all colors available and where all shades of green are reflected permanently ... until that magical and transparent pond came to bathe making mutual company sadness and anger. The two took off their clothes and bare the two, entered the pond.
Rage, apuarda (As always is the rage) in urgent need, without knowing why, showered quickly and went even faster in the water ... but the anger is blind, or at least not clearly distinguish the reality so naked and in a hurry, stood, leaving the clothes he found.
And it happened that this was not his clothes, but of sadness ... and dressed in sadness, the anger is gone. Very quiet, very calm and ready as ever to stay in the place where it is, the sadness finished his bath and without any trouble (or rather no sense of time) lazily and slowly left the pond.
on the bank found that his clothing was gone. As we all know, if there is something that sadness is not like being naked, so he got the only clothing habíajunto the pond, apparel fury.

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They say that since then, many times one meets with fury blind, cruel, terrible and angry but if we take the time to look good, we find that this anger we see is just a disguise and that behind the guise of anger, actually ... is hidden the sadness .

the book, Stories to think. Jorge Bucay Jorge A.

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Milarepa

G ran Tibetan Yogi, revered as "The Fully Enlightened" by other Asian countries. Initially a sorcerer of formidable powers.
Its name means "Mila-clothes-of-cotton" (Mila is understood as "oh, man!"), And was known for his power to generate tummo or psychic heat in order to maintain Heat oil in Tibetan environment without more clothes than a blanket of cotton. Milarepa experimented with elements of consciousness more than any other Buddhist yogi.

Prayer To Milarepa

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I love you Star *

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star in my night without stars
I have the memory of a waking dream
q by q
always escapes the star are you

in my dull days
I hide in the shadows to avoid q
see q
by light

are you going to shut him feel
q even cry in my
going to swallow the feeling
if I die without you

for q is q
star in my night did not shine
by q q
is light not shine my way I

q I am
silent scream inside of me but I will swallow

feeling even die without you I keep falling
vacuum

by q no where to fall

remain silent and nobody wants to hear
q by q
q is the star in my night

not shine for q is q
light not shine my way

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. I miss you.

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like dry leaves that fall,
as the mornings and evenings as the birds fly
tirelessly
how the applies a constant winter?

when I look and I looked, was it a future
or was an instant?
when I had you and you notice
you were not mine but someone
that was not yours but anyone.

as art song about singing

humiliate stories like the story that seeks hate
that trials could not be created.

as rain falls without getting wet ..
and lightning by day,
as no doubt you could read me ..
not think that would happen ...

like flower that grows whenever the muse
born strong,
as often touching ballad ...

so my love I love you , that simple and without collars.


Jorge A. Gauna
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