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La estrella del norte traerá el cielo claro y estrellado pero antes que aparezca una vela sobre el mar me volveré una ola y un fuego para abrazarte, tierra extranjera Y tú, mi pátria perdida y lejana te volverás caricia y herida cuando amanezca en otra tierra Ahora vuelo a la festividad de la vida, Ahora vuelo a la fiesta de mi alegría. Viejas lunas mias, mis nuevos pájaros despedid al sol y al dia desde el monte para que me veais pasar como un relámpago en el cielo.

regrets collect like old friends

This is not an illusion
This is not a temptation
People always try to feel
People always try to feel something different
Breathing in to the good times
Breathing out to the bad times
Everything's alive
Everything inspiring for human poetry
                    ♦
You were made of a endanger
You are made of embracement
But I' m just a hope
But I' m just a hope, you claimed, like the others
Now I hope I could be loved
Now I need to give more love
Turning to my left, turning to my right
I see tears on your face

K22712

I was a comfortable kid but I don't think about it anymore

And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage.
'What's up?' he asked.
'Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just...' She looked up at him. 'I thought I'd finally got rid of you.'
'I don't think you can.' he said” 

an adagio

“But why should you be interested in me?"
Good question. I can’t explain it myself right this moment. But maybe – just maybe – if we start getting together and talking, after a while something like Francis Lai’s soundtrack music will start playing in the background, and a whole slew of concrete reasons why I’m interested in you will line up out of nowhere. With luck, it might even snow for us.

Δ16712

“It strikes me that this may be one of the differences between youth and age: when we are young, we invent different futures for ourselves; when we are old, we invent different pasts for others.”
 
 “I certainly believe we all suffer damage, one way or another. How could we not,except in a world of perfect parents, siblings, neighbours, companions? And then there is the question on which so much depends, of how we react to the damage: whether we admit it or repress it,and how this affects our dealings with others.Some admit the damage, and try to mitigate it;some spend their lives trying to help others who are damaged; and there are those whose main concern is to avoid further damage to themselves, at whatever cost. And those are the ones who are ruthless, and the ones to be careful of.”