I can read my tomorrow....and you will be right here by my side.
When i hold you in my arms i know that its forever.
Gerardo
domingo, 5 de octubre de 2008
sábado, 4 de octubre de 2008
Amigos x Siempre
PARA TI MI AMIGO DEL ALMA.....TE ADORO....GERARDO
Si te sientes trsite
y algo anda mal
debes de ponerte
siempre a pensar
q tienes a un amigo
en quien puedes tu confiar
tu y yo siempre juntos
no nos detendran.
Tu eres la persona
q me ayudara
es nuestro destino
el q nos apoyara
a q tu
y yo
amigos x siempre
encontremos un gran final.
Eres alguien en quien confiar
vamos juntos vamos ya
buscando la felicidad.
Ven y acercate un poco mas
amigos x siempre hasta el final
luchando x la libertad.
Tu y yo siempre juntos
sin mirar atras
esa es la manera
de alcanzar la libertad.
Toma ya mi mano
tienes q confier
debes de ponerte
siempre a pensar.
Q tu y yo
los dos
amigos x siempre
encontremos un gran final.
Eres......
Ven......
Amigos x siempre
contra el muro debes luchar
amigos x siempre
amigos x siempre
contra el muro debes luchar
tu y yo hasta el final
tu y yo amigos siempre.
Si te sientes trsite
y algo anda mal
debes de ponerte
siempre a pensar
q tienes a un amigo
en quien puedes tu confiar
tu y yo siempre juntos
no nos detendran.
Tu eres la persona
q me ayudara
es nuestro destino
el q nos apoyara
a q tu
y yo
amigos x siempre
encontremos un gran final.
Eres alguien en quien confiar
vamos juntos vamos ya
buscando la felicidad.
Ven y acercate un poco mas
amigos x siempre hasta el final
luchando x la libertad.
Tu y yo siempre juntos
sin mirar atras
esa es la manera
de alcanzar la libertad.
Toma ya mi mano
tienes q confier
debes de ponerte
siempre a pensar.
Q tu y yo
los dos
amigos x siempre
encontremos un gran final.
Eres......
Ven......
Amigos x siempre
contra el muro debes luchar
amigos x siempre
amigos x siempre
contra el muro debes luchar
tu y yo hasta el final
tu y yo amigos siempre.
domingo, 28 de septiembre de 2008
Randy Pausch
http://pl.youtube.com/watch?v=hKRgLvmamUY
My friends i invite you to watch this video of Randy Pausch, its a really motivational video, chek it out and leave your comments..
Grettttinngsss for everyone.
Gerardo
My friends i invite you to watch this video of Randy Pausch, its a really motivational video, chek it out and leave your comments..
Grettttinngsss for everyone.
Gerardo
sábado, 27 de septiembre de 2008
Keep writing
My friends, i suggest you to write just write what you really think, really you will understand so many things when your mind and sould tell you what write, it really works,.....so lets write, and read, any comment is welcome
Gerardo Arias
Gerardo Arias
What is faith and why should we need such a thing?
My friends pay atention in this words, you choose what think.
Have a good day Gerardo :)
The reference to "faith" is in many ways the last line of defence for the true believer. These defence lines go through many stages from the cocksure assertions that their religious beliefs is proven beyond doubt, so common among fundamentalists, all the way down to saying "we gotta have faith."
Rhetorically, a reference to "faith" finds resonnance with most believers. But what, exactly, is "faith"? In Greek, and indeed many modern languages, there is no distinction between "belief" and "faith." English has retained this archaic word for belief, and today it is reserved for religious beliefs. So, in effect saying that "you need faith" is equivalent to saying "you need to believe." This begs the question: why, pray tell, do people need belief? What makes faith a desirable quality? Does this mean that anything and everything should be believed, or is this limited to some ideas only?
I think most people, even the most ardently religious, will agree that there are forms of belief that are not desirable. Christians will often say that faith in Allah or Vishnu, or ancient deities like Zevs, Odin or Ba'al, is not only undesirable but outright evil. And in the same way, believers in Allah may argue that faith in the Christian God is highly undesirable. And most people today will agree that belief in the tenets of certain totalitarian philosophies, like Nazism, is extremely undesirable and evil.
So what makes faith in God, or even the particular God of Christianity, a positive quality? By answering "you need to have faith" or along such lines, you simply assert that the belief is correct, without any supporting arguments whatsoever. You could just as well support belief in Ba'al, Nazism or invisible green unicorns, using the same slogan.
Why does the word "faith" have such a good sound in the western hemisphere? Obviously, because through centuries of Christian propaganda, this word has been reverred as the highest of virtues.
When Christianity was new, this new religion met with opposition and skepticism. Claiming that an executed criminal had been resurrected and was indeed Divine, was obviously beyond what many would accept. While we should not exeggarate the skepitcal climate of the day, it is not a stretch to assume that many people asked the Christians for some evidence supporting this extraordinary claim. Christians had no such things. So, as part of their preaching, they argued that being skeptical, being a doubter, was inheritently sinfull, and that faith -- indeed, blind faith -- was the noblest of virtues.
So, what happened was that a religion made gullability the highest of virtues. And this continues to this day. Only, this obvious fact is hidden behind the word "faith."
One amazing example of how doubt was villified, we find in the story about Thomas the doubter (as depicted in the painting). Apparently alone among the disciplies, Thomas proclaimed that he needed more than the claims of some more or less hysterical believers to accept this extraordinary claim. He would, he proclaimed, believe if he received evidence. Would not any sane person have reacted in the same way? And indeed, in this story, Jesus accepts the challenge, and proves to Thomas's satisfaction that he is the resurrected Christ. Alas, here we find Jesus, ruining the whole story by making an outragously stupid conclusion: "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."
In other words, the Jesus of John blessed blind superstitious faith and repudiated sound skepticism.
No doubt this literary product was created as an attempt to answer those who did not accept these supernatural claims, and especially to discourage any form of critical thinking among Christians.
And indeed, this rejection of rational thinking has been a hallmark of Christianity ever since. Luckily, or we would certainly not have anything resembling civilization today, the stranglehold of faith over reason has been fought back and greatly reduced.
Yet, we still hear people assert that "we must have faith."
Have a good day Gerardo :)
The reference to "faith" is in many ways the last line of defence for the true believer. These defence lines go through many stages from the cocksure assertions that their religious beliefs is proven beyond doubt, so common among fundamentalists, all the way down to saying "we gotta have faith."
Rhetorically, a reference to "faith" finds resonnance with most believers. But what, exactly, is "faith"? In Greek, and indeed many modern languages, there is no distinction between "belief" and "faith." English has retained this archaic word for belief, and today it is reserved for religious beliefs. So, in effect saying that "you need faith" is equivalent to saying "you need to believe." This begs the question: why, pray tell, do people need belief? What makes faith a desirable quality? Does this mean that anything and everything should be believed, or is this limited to some ideas only?
I think most people, even the most ardently religious, will agree that there are forms of belief that are not desirable. Christians will often say that faith in Allah or Vishnu, or ancient deities like Zevs, Odin or Ba'al, is not only undesirable but outright evil. And in the same way, believers in Allah may argue that faith in the Christian God is highly undesirable. And most people today will agree that belief in the tenets of certain totalitarian philosophies, like Nazism, is extremely undesirable and evil.
So what makes faith in God, or even the particular God of Christianity, a positive quality? By answering "you need to have faith" or along such lines, you simply assert that the belief is correct, without any supporting arguments whatsoever. You could just as well support belief in Ba'al, Nazism or invisible green unicorns, using the same slogan.
Why does the word "faith" have such a good sound in the western hemisphere? Obviously, because through centuries of Christian propaganda, this word has been reverred as the highest of virtues.
When Christianity was new, this new religion met with opposition and skepticism. Claiming that an executed criminal had been resurrected and was indeed Divine, was obviously beyond what many would accept. While we should not exeggarate the skepitcal climate of the day, it is not a stretch to assume that many people asked the Christians for some evidence supporting this extraordinary claim. Christians had no such things. So, as part of their preaching, they argued that being skeptical, being a doubter, was inheritently sinfull, and that faith -- indeed, blind faith -- was the noblest of virtues.
So, what happened was that a religion made gullability the highest of virtues. And this continues to this day. Only, this obvious fact is hidden behind the word "faith."
One amazing example of how doubt was villified, we find in the story about Thomas the doubter (as depicted in the painting). Apparently alone among the disciplies, Thomas proclaimed that he needed more than the claims of some more or less hysterical believers to accept this extraordinary claim. He would, he proclaimed, believe if he received evidence. Would not any sane person have reacted in the same way? And indeed, in this story, Jesus accepts the challenge, and proves to Thomas's satisfaction that he is the resurrected Christ. Alas, here we find Jesus, ruining the whole story by making an outragously stupid conclusion: "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."
In other words, the Jesus of John blessed blind superstitious faith and repudiated sound skepticism.
No doubt this literary product was created as an attempt to answer those who did not accept these supernatural claims, and especially to discourage any form of critical thinking among Christians.
And indeed, this rejection of rational thinking has been a hallmark of Christianity ever since. Luckily, or we would certainly not have anything resembling civilization today, the stranglehold of faith over reason has been fought back and greatly reduced.
Yet, we still hear people assert that "we must have faith."
I already got an Objective, not a Dream.
I am able to say right now, that i got a objective, it was get into the best university of Art and keep learning, well Its done, i am student in one of the best university in Art and now it depends of me just to fail or to get, i want my live to get better every day, this depend of me, this is my next objective, to show how much i am able to give, and show my pharents how much they can still trust me....
Grettttttinnnngsss for everyone
Gerardo
Grettttttinnnngsss for everyone
Gerardo
Never get off in a Objective
My friend i tell you something, i just write about my experiences in every day that i am in this world, and i share you out my fragment due to some good experiences that i got, could be negative as could positive.
Like everyone in this world, we have dreams, i even hear in Television, dream is for free, so keep dreaming, i dont know some words like this, but i dont have dreams, cause if you dream something you never will get it, thats why i tell you dont dream, just keep proposing OBJECTIVES, not dreams, cause if you have objectives in your life, you will fight for it, just dont give up never, cause everything is possible even fly, thats why i tell you that i have objectives in my life, that if i dont get this in real i will tell myself GERARDO YOU FAILED.
Like everyone in this world, we have dreams, i even hear in Television, dream is for free, so keep dreaming, i dont know some words like this, but i dont have dreams, cause if you dream something you never will get it, thats why i tell you dont dream, just keep proposing OBJECTIVES, not dreams, cause if you have objectives in your life, you will fight for it, just dont give up never, cause everything is possible even fly, thats why i tell you that i have objectives in my life, that if i dont get this in real i will tell myself GERARDO YOU FAILED.
Just realizing some things
I realize that people who really has someone in love should show always how much they love each other cause when one of them wont be alive will be so late for showing it.......anyway nobody understand it.....
lunes, 22 de septiembre de 2008
Never let go
By Gero
Already one year has happened from that beautiful meeting, since this boy entered his life without knowing that it would happen, from that moment in which she fell in love with the voice of his letter, with the stamp of his voice, with his eyes of emerald of sea ... that moment in which there were two strangers who later would fall in love and would live through a sleep of love ... but that in the end the destination would separate them...
One year during which she did not do another thing any more that to think about him, his eternal and big love, step this time loving it with sincere love ... that was denying to all and only it was delivering him ... it gave him his heart, knew the happiness with his look ... his voice hypnotized her .... every phrase was captivating her ... every poem conquered it ... to have it now would be a miracle, but to lose it was his end.
In the heart of her it even was living through the spark of this big love, but the things had changed, they changed very much but I never change into her this big love that he was feeling for him.
What always supported it of foot and motivated her to going forward with this illusion of becoming someone in the life of, they were the pretty words full of tenderness that he had said to him time behind and that he did not forget and day with day remembered them, was hoarding them in his heart joined this big love that he said to him to feel for her.
The distance and the time they could not kill in her the love that for him he was feeling, the idea of being again next to you again was strengthening it, they were cheering her up to fight for him, for his love
So she decided to go after, to go to look for it ... it decided to fight for his ideal one, for what he wanted, so I join silver to go after his dear one, to fighting for the life and for him, for his love and did everything all that was to his scope for being along with that one to be that so much it loved.
She was chasing a hope, it was after an illusion, it was after his big sleep of love... It divided with the heart, with the sleep and the hope ... between lights that were clarifying nothing, I leave his empty city, to sad theirs and the whole ballast in the track.
It flew far, towards the south, thinking about how to look accidentally, throwing to the wind his question .... but and if it was not finding response??? if only he was finding cold??
She knew that his last letter was played betting everything him on the life, EVERYTHING for him, without lowering sight you have not even hope...
Was it looking like a sleep but there it was a few steps from meeting his look, these eyes green emerald, flood of nerves down the plane, feeling that the heart was going out for him of the breast, I wait for so much time and finally in a few moments she would be opposite to his dear one, but that she would do when it had it opposite to her?? would it be thrown to his arms and would kiss it that it would do?? what would he think of his arrival?? even would she live in the heart of his dear one?? this age the big question that was born of his mind...
Was this the reason for which she was there, it wanted to known that it had happened with this big love that one day was had, it would have survived at the distance and the time?? would it be like that for him as it it had been for her?? the only way of knowing it was this trip, in which she dyed puttings all his put hopes and all his heart.
He was there waiting for her in the airport, on having seen it, did not know that to do not that to say, it wanted to embrace it so much and to kiss it, but the only thing that he found on the part of him one was " Hello how are you " ... she was waiting for another type of reception, perhaps he also was nervous and and did not know that to do, as the first time that was seen that both did not know that to say.
I settle in the house of him, she was feeling a little uncomfortable was feeling as that it was invading his space, in addition to which given so much attention, alone most of the day was remaining. One day they spoke and I ask him if it even loved her ... the response made her cold and grew sad very much on having known the truth, on having discovered it saw like his world was breaking, eliminating everything what knew and was allowing being what was, he felt the sweet breath of the death ... he had forgotten her, she was not any more in his heart.
What it began since a fairy tale was happening for diverse stages and like a small flower to the one that they denied to him the caresses of the sun, the rain and an affectionate hand that should with seeing that it was blooming, withered the love.
The sun was already appearing, a new day was appearing but for her it was the saddest, the beginning of a series of sad days, it was last day that saw this boy who so much loved, she did not want to go away, it was enough only one marked word of the lips of him so that she was remaining, but it was known that that would not happen...
This day woke up much early, he wanted to speak for last time with him, was keeping even a spark of hope, so scarcely it woke up, it entered his quarter, he even was sleeping, the idea was to wake up it and to speak, but it could not wake up it, could not do it, he was so slept there stretched in his bed, she felt so many pretty things in this moment that he did not want get to losing so it sat down in the flat and I continue observing it, as watching his sleep, counting the freckles of his back, memorizing every feature of his face, of every crease of his body, every pore, every hair and every spot that God drew in his body, was such a tender magic and sweet moment that it might not explain with words. It remained there perhaps more than one hour taking care of his sleep, listening to the voice of the memory in what it was and dreaming in what could be and was not ... to what it had and disappeared.
Without he was imagining it she was sat there next to you and with a made heart bits in the hands...
But everything all that did was useless, since the man whom so much it loved was not sharing the same idea, the same one to feel ... she was living in a warm world of love and you venture where the princes die for his dear one and fight for the love and the justice. But in the real world it it is not so much and the prince sells for a few cents and the princess always dies to hands of the prince and the struggle for the love limits itself to putting to bed with someone during one night ... but late he realized that she was costing so little for him, and that was not worth while as so that he was fighting against the distance, the problems, the destination of shit or against the time for her.
So it went away of that country, with the sad eyes and the farewell pointing in the soul stopping in to the being that more it loved, leaving his life, leaving his soul and a suitcase loaded with hopes, illusions and sleep, there his heart was remaining.
And I continue dreaming of the illusion on the back and of the hope kept in a broken pocket ... for him I stop thinking about the sea, stop concentrating on the sky and he has felt like crying as the sea, I have put it is to sob as the sky....
For him the tenderness refuses with her, the bitterness continues her, she is going mad of jealousy and his wishes turn against her, the life has turned a hell, this so sick deceased with love, they have turned ulcer the sun and the pain
She is very sad ... the blood, that as the waves of the sea, break against his heart with such force that depress her so much. The wings of the love, cut so many times, have damaged his personality and now only he can only, walking towards no place, as traveler.
Doubting to come to some place, since it already does not have any goal. It could not have gone out of the city of the desperation. It turns on if same as if it was a God's simple and already old marionette.
Eternal to stroll, eternal bitter flavor that refuses to make her free.
He has already taken a different way. But, the heart of her remained suspended in the past. Obstinate, senseless, in opened disobedience, says one: NOT! round to the negligence.
Masochism?: Absence in willpower? " is started " of the breast this thorn that it hurts and doblega in the night and day, oppressing and destroying avenues towards the happiness because while the door does not close to the past the love will happen of length for his life.
Fear of staying with a searing gap, which it drowns and annihilates? Call him him as he wants. But, although it is known that the things will never be able to be again like earlier, and that it is important to "cure" the heart, there are so many people who dilates the capture of the decision TO FORGET the one who in a given moment was so important as the air that is breathed....
The days were happening and she kept on weeping for the loss and the rejection of the love ... so I declare his life in solitude, the pain and the sadness were consuming it little by little, the smile in his face was withering and the light of his eyes was going out, the sun was looking with sadness at this poor flower and the moon was listened to sigh night by night for this distant star that stole the heart from him, until one day the sun did not see her any more and the moon did not listen to her any more, this day she did not wake up already....
His sad eyes did not turn to open, the moon and the sun either they were happy again so that flower either he would not suffer any more, she was sunk in a big sleep of love ... because only in his sleep it could have the man who so much loved only in his sleep it could love it freely, only in his sleep it could touch it, only in his sleep it could kiss it, and only in his sleep it was corresponded and he the mistress, only in his sleep could have it and if this was the only way of being happy, then it preferred living sleeping to live in his sleep ... and this way to be able to be Happy along with the man who so much loved in life...
" The Happiness is not achieved any more than with sorrow and suffering. The Beauty is what captivates your soul, and that prefers giving to receive "
HOWEVER they will have each other in their memory forever
Never let go
Gerardo Arias.
Already one year has happened from that beautiful meeting, since this boy entered his life without knowing that it would happen, from that moment in which she fell in love with the voice of his letter, with the stamp of his voice, with his eyes of emerald of sea ... that moment in which there were two strangers who later would fall in love and would live through a sleep of love ... but that in the end the destination would separate them...
One year during which she did not do another thing any more that to think about him, his eternal and big love, step this time loving it with sincere love ... that was denying to all and only it was delivering him ... it gave him his heart, knew the happiness with his look ... his voice hypnotized her .... every phrase was captivating her ... every poem conquered it ... to have it now would be a miracle, but to lose it was his end.
In the heart of her it even was living through the spark of this big love, but the things had changed, they changed very much but I never change into her this big love that he was feeling for him.
What always supported it of foot and motivated her to going forward with this illusion of becoming someone in the life of, they were the pretty words full of tenderness that he had said to him time behind and that he did not forget and day with day remembered them, was hoarding them in his heart joined this big love that he said to him to feel for her.
The distance and the time they could not kill in her the love that for him he was feeling, the idea of being again next to you again was strengthening it, they were cheering her up to fight for him, for his love
So she decided to go after, to go to look for it ... it decided to fight for his ideal one, for what he wanted, so I join silver to go after his dear one, to fighting for the life and for him, for his love and did everything all that was to his scope for being along with that one to be that so much it loved.
She was chasing a hope, it was after an illusion, it was after his big sleep of love... It divided with the heart, with the sleep and the hope ... between lights that were clarifying nothing, I leave his empty city, to sad theirs and the whole ballast in the track.
It flew far, towards the south, thinking about how to look accidentally, throwing to the wind his question .... but and if it was not finding response??? if only he was finding cold??
She knew that his last letter was played betting everything him on the life, EVERYTHING for him, without lowering sight you have not even hope...
Was it looking like a sleep but there it was a few steps from meeting his look, these eyes green emerald, flood of nerves down the plane, feeling that the heart was going out for him of the breast, I wait for so much time and finally in a few moments she would be opposite to his dear one, but that she would do when it had it opposite to her?? would it be thrown to his arms and would kiss it that it would do?? what would he think of his arrival?? even would she live in the heart of his dear one?? this age the big question that was born of his mind...
Was this the reason for which she was there, it wanted to known that it had happened with this big love that one day was had, it would have survived at the distance and the time?? would it be like that for him as it it had been for her?? the only way of knowing it was this trip, in which she dyed puttings all his put hopes and all his heart.
He was there waiting for her in the airport, on having seen it, did not know that to do not that to say, it wanted to embrace it so much and to kiss it, but the only thing that he found on the part of him one was " Hello how are you " ... she was waiting for another type of reception, perhaps he also was nervous and and did not know that to do, as the first time that was seen that both did not know that to say.
I settle in the house of him, she was feeling a little uncomfortable was feeling as that it was invading his space, in addition to which given so much attention, alone most of the day was remaining. One day they spoke and I ask him if it even loved her ... the response made her cold and grew sad very much on having known the truth, on having discovered it saw like his world was breaking, eliminating everything what knew and was allowing being what was, he felt the sweet breath of the death ... he had forgotten her, she was not any more in his heart.
What it began since a fairy tale was happening for diverse stages and like a small flower to the one that they denied to him the caresses of the sun, the rain and an affectionate hand that should with seeing that it was blooming, withered the love.
The sun was already appearing, a new day was appearing but for her it was the saddest, the beginning of a series of sad days, it was last day that saw this boy who so much loved, she did not want to go away, it was enough only one marked word of the lips of him so that she was remaining, but it was known that that would not happen...
This day woke up much early, he wanted to speak for last time with him, was keeping even a spark of hope, so scarcely it woke up, it entered his quarter, he even was sleeping, the idea was to wake up it and to speak, but it could not wake up it, could not do it, he was so slept there stretched in his bed, she felt so many pretty things in this moment that he did not want get to losing so it sat down in the flat and I continue observing it, as watching his sleep, counting the freckles of his back, memorizing every feature of his face, of every crease of his body, every pore, every hair and every spot that God drew in his body, was such a tender magic and sweet moment that it might not explain with words. It remained there perhaps more than one hour taking care of his sleep, listening to the voice of the memory in what it was and dreaming in what could be and was not ... to what it had and disappeared.
Without he was imagining it she was sat there next to you and with a made heart bits in the hands...
But everything all that did was useless, since the man whom so much it loved was not sharing the same idea, the same one to feel ... she was living in a warm world of love and you venture where the princes die for his dear one and fight for the love and the justice. But in the real world it it is not so much and the prince sells for a few cents and the princess always dies to hands of the prince and the struggle for the love limits itself to putting to bed with someone during one night ... but late he realized that she was costing so little for him, and that was not worth while as so that he was fighting against the distance, the problems, the destination of shit or against the time for her.
So it went away of that country, with the sad eyes and the farewell pointing in the soul stopping in to the being that more it loved, leaving his life, leaving his soul and a suitcase loaded with hopes, illusions and sleep, there his heart was remaining.
And I continue dreaming of the illusion on the back and of the hope kept in a broken pocket ... for him I stop thinking about the sea, stop concentrating on the sky and he has felt like crying as the sea, I have put it is to sob as the sky....
For him the tenderness refuses with her, the bitterness continues her, she is going mad of jealousy and his wishes turn against her, the life has turned a hell, this so sick deceased with love, they have turned ulcer the sun and the pain
She is very sad ... the blood, that as the waves of the sea, break against his heart with such force that depress her so much. The wings of the love, cut so many times, have damaged his personality and now only he can only, walking towards no place, as traveler.
Doubting to come to some place, since it already does not have any goal. It could not have gone out of the city of the desperation. It turns on if same as if it was a God's simple and already old marionette.
Eternal to stroll, eternal bitter flavor that refuses to make her free.
He has already taken a different way. But, the heart of her remained suspended in the past. Obstinate, senseless, in opened disobedience, says one: NOT! round to the negligence.
Masochism?: Absence in willpower? " is started " of the breast this thorn that it hurts and doblega in the night and day, oppressing and destroying avenues towards the happiness because while the door does not close to the past the love will happen of length for his life.
Fear of staying with a searing gap, which it drowns and annihilates? Call him him as he wants. But, although it is known that the things will never be able to be again like earlier, and that it is important to "cure" the heart, there are so many people who dilates the capture of the decision TO FORGET the one who in a given moment was so important as the air that is breathed....
The days were happening and she kept on weeping for the loss and the rejection of the love ... so I declare his life in solitude, the pain and the sadness were consuming it little by little, the smile in his face was withering and the light of his eyes was going out, the sun was looking with sadness at this poor flower and the moon was listened to sigh night by night for this distant star that stole the heart from him, until one day the sun did not see her any more and the moon did not listen to her any more, this day she did not wake up already....
His sad eyes did not turn to open, the moon and the sun either they were happy again so that flower either he would not suffer any more, she was sunk in a big sleep of love ... because only in his sleep it could have the man who so much loved only in his sleep it could love it freely, only in his sleep it could touch it, only in his sleep it could kiss it, and only in his sleep it was corresponded and he the mistress, only in his sleep could have it and if this was the only way of being happy, then it preferred living sleeping to live in his sleep ... and this way to be able to be Happy along with the man who so much loved in life...
" The Happiness is not achieved any more than with sorrow and suffering. The Beauty is what captivates your soul, and that prefers giving to receive "
HOWEVER they will have each other in their memory forever
Never let go
Gerardo Arias.
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