cried with emotion, of life that comes and moves the time on a wild impulse, thoughtful, crazy day that changes us, sighs and eyes ...
cried to the joy of growing future births, in the Flood said the vessel wall and the faces of mothers who learn to be as you feel the seed germinate ...
cried before the delivery, that deep love is a given continuous, without measure, without apology, with primitive fury that we are, we went and cried ...
the challenge of the unknown and yet is worth fighting for anything to live the experience ...
wept at the meeting, that we moves, it moves us, transforms us, every moment with each other forever ... we adjust
cried at the word, that is born, that it is pronounced for the first time, the naming and christening, which calls us and breeds forever mourn the essence ... the eyes
who know us, before the first hug and sensitivity to the shock of the flood of kisses ...
cried to the conviction of knowing what path we want to go, to the certainties life and enlighten us to the questions that we struggle ...
cry at the blood that flows between us, before the skin is full of stimulation, before the talks that we recognize a thousand times between
friends or enemies ... We cried with joy, the imagination, utopia, in the wild need to fly beyond ourselves, to the creation and simple songs ...
cried in the rain and rained us together and we clean the penalties and accumulated rain water for tears and kisses ...
cried to the sensitivity of the other, to the small daily acts that leave a smile, thanks to the unexpected and the stars falling in our way ...
cried to the empty bars , in the solitude that walking on Sundays and on stormy nights when the checkout
touches our door ... We mourn with the coffee shared and an outstretched hand when we most need, to the unknown future and love letters are always appropriate ... We mourn with the violins
ringing in the distant rooftops, in need of darkness and a cigarette, to the touch that define our bodies and to the stolen kisses in the wrong times ...
cried at the warmth of the shadow that always follows the steps to the lookout for those angels that protect us, before the flood of words that occasionally need to say or write to Pour a bit of both gut feeling ...
cried before the shelled fruit flavor in our mouths, at the pleasure of chocolate melting in our language, to the authors who wrote to us without ever having met ...
mourn with those stories that are whispered slowly, as if they were spinning as they relate ...
weep at the silence, one we cuddled, to the magical moments that hold the needles clock, those who are forever, because I never forget them and will be repeated in our unconscious eternal ...
cried in front of us, loves, friends, family, children, we do every day, the backbone of our We basically
lives ... we all cried, because happiness is shared and tearfully hugged ...
A Amparo, Juliet and Mariano
soyurbana@hotmail.com Published in Journal
Prop, March 15, 2009
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