El Estornudo.

Son sólo gotas sin esperanza
que vienen y van,
que delatan fugacidad

son olores neutros
llenos de fuerza,
son voces que corren
dentro de la impureza

es un simple gesto
lleno de peros,
que se pone de manifiesto

Son almas frágiles
y desnudas

Son doble viento,
que corren dentro del tiempo,
muy lento.

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On love

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Do you believe that love is found by means of reason (fatalistic view)? Or do you think that it is found by chance? Give me your hypothesis and let's get to the thesis.  I've been trying to analyse from many perspectives what love is or should be. We attempt to idealise the concept of love quite often. When we idealise something we (somehow) ignore the consequences of it. This is the reason why some of us fall in love so quickly, but it is good. The ones who fall in love too fast are the ones who get to know who they are. This way, knowledge is a complement of love. It creates balance between the ideal conceptualisation of love and the real one.  To my mind, love can be found either my means of reason or by means of chance. So I made a list of what I consider love involves. For my analysis i've read some ideas of such philosphers as Plato and Ortega y Gasset, among others.  1. Love as a path to find your goal 2. Love as a force of chaos that transforms e...
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He & she

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He looked at her, she was staring at him for a minute or so and then it stopped, he smiled.  It had been happening for three days in a row. Then it stopped again.  They could perfectly understand each other. His eyes were full of passion, hers were more kind of doubtful.  She read his mind. He read hers. There was a bunch of emerging emotions which had been inside both of them for a while. They blew up as it was expected.  He took her hand, assertively. Her eyes hold a bright shadow between her eyebrows and cheeks, and there was a peaceful expression upon her face. There was a transparent light between them. It linked them both in such a reciprocal manner that a burning desire of kissing emerged.  Then, a mark on his heart, like an ever fixed stain, appeared in the middle of his chest as if his emotions were going to be released. However, they were not. He kept the truth inside his heart and told it with his eyes.  They never let go ...
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LONDON RUNS OUT OF SUN

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One of the most exciting things in London could be the attitude. Today my friend and i were sat in a stone bench next to Soho, a very nice neighborhood here in London. There was a randomer sat alone looking to the sky. He asked us if we minded being on a photo he was going to take, and well… i would have said yes, but actually I replied no. He took it, we kept having lunch and, two seconds after, he told us well… you were not in the photo, we laugh, looked at each other and kept eating. As far as he returned to his original position like a chameleon changes its color, he firmly stood up and started again from the very beginning. As we finished our lunch… tried to went our way to the tube but the individual suddenly said; “well I pretended you both being in my photo but you are leaving”. After experiencing this weird and estrange situation, what should I think about attitude here? What do you make out of all this? -          Randomers go...
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