Remembering who we are

Do what you feel like doing. But do not hesitate, do not move by impulses. We, humans, are victims of temptation.

We all know the truthfulness of sincerity,we all know when we are lying, we all know all about ourselves. The truthfulness of sincerity has much to do with one's inner thoughts. It is nothing but a mere chain of personal steps. Our minds, bodies and souls are three separate entities acting differently among them, but strongly related. The mind determines whether we hesitate to tell the thuth or lie and it has a pact with the body that makes gestures in order to make the other believe the truthfulness of what is being said. What is being said is obviously thought by the soul. One's soul thinks apart from decide. The soul is the entire person. It concerns the body and the mind. The soul is our entity and our confident, our friend and our guide. Its materiality is the body, its second face.

Levanté la mirada y vi tu sombra. al principio un poco tenue… luego te acercaste. Tu mirada era intensa de ojos claros y transparentes, reflejaban ganas de pasión preocupaciones interiores entre dulces pensamientos Con sólo mirarte supe como eras qué pensabas, qué sentías… te aterraba el acercarte. Fue inevitable. Sin darme cuenta, me besaste y no pude hacer nada… sin quererlo te conocí entre sueños. Me enamoré de ti. La sombra se fue desvaneciendo No pude olvidarme de tu olor, se quedó impregnado sin remedio.

Son los rayos del sol los que no dejan de brillar, Los que sostienen un leve recuerdo a miel amarga, Los que incitan a la pasión de sus labios A provocar ese constante deseo Que hoy ya no es nada. Por un camino verde de yerbajos cortos, Una vez caminaste, Deslumbraba doquier su sombra estuviera… Dulce y amarga luz, que corrompiste la pasión… Y, en el carmín de sus manos, derramó su conciencia Cuan pura era antes, cuan necia es ahora. Que por la codicia que deslumbraba, Sufrió de pena.

Close your mouth. push your lips. Now, open them. Once the air is passing through your tooth, just relax, close your eyes and, think about your heart the air is about to enter in your body. Now, dont think it is air. Think about what it really is. It is LOVE.

It is felt when thinking about anything A sort of blank hole to fall down, It opens the path to a new world full of either happiness or pain Because of not knowing what to think about, Neither about pity nor about joy Pleasure, by means of it, is difficult to achieve But easy to feel through illusions Heart pounds in such a deep way that is in love with it. It gets rid of rules and obligations It provides delight Brimming with happiness is the path to such an uncertain hole But the tree broke my fall. It keeps me through. The uncertain is such a delightful way for insatiable desires It is a constant want. It actually seems to be a life’s must Maybe yes or maybe not, why maybe? Because it is unclear Would it be risky to jump into the hole? Imagine a sort of flying looking for pleasures Two melting shadows under the sky Kissing each other under the sun But are the beams of light who do not allow the shadows to kiss Why such a ...

I have no tears, but feel like crying. Dissatisfied with this Even knowing that I can have something much more better Than this mere mode of life that anyone desires For me it is neutral, a balance between the good and the evil A kind of thing that will never go ahead Never in such a good way Never full of happiness but anxiety Anxiety of thinking about a near future In which happiness is not going to be present If I had had the opportunity to go back in time Anything would have been started There would be nothing right now but fate Predestination and time are the only who in believe in They will decide what is about to happen I have no tears, but pain No regret but sorrow But a grief hindering to advance To achieve happiness To fulfill an essential need