Thepuredirty

Let me play ...
And while you cling to your reality, I will make you dream ...
I will make a drawing to reality ...
Lock you all wrong on paper, where you can change ...
Just give me one more time ...
I will change the months in eternity.

One eventually begins to realize things.

Sometimes recalls moments in his head, going to elections took at that moment, wondering if the change. He wondered what would happen if he said such a thing or such other.

At the same moment, a little breeze coming through the window, announcing a return to reality. And for a second, it seemed time had stopped, leaving you in a kind of limbo, something absent transformándote that also remains. A strange feeling.

You look toward the window, as if waiting for someone was behind her, blowing wind for you that docile. But there is nothing. You get lost in your eyes infinity limit, a horizon where you're alone. You miss, no return.

Give head starts spinning. You close your eyes. An immeasurable darkness numbs you, you hammock in his arms, as if it were a small child. Suddenly you start seeing strange lights shapes, different colors, perhaps unprecedented.

It seems that the light is concentrated within you, you stand still, for fear that the image disappears. A light becomes sharper, enlarges, becomes a photo, a moment in the past where it seemed that apretas button "Play" and start playing.

A moment after another, like a list of videos, you remember your past, more quiet, that way you do not always give you the time to see it.

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Occasionally it's nice paused to enjoy what we live. No stress or continuous time thinking about what you do or say.

From time to time we find ourselves next steps, build, knead, bake a little and then remove them with a good smile.

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I hope you enjoy a good end of the year, remembering everything that made her smile even once, and have a great start of another, which continue walking with beautiful personalities with whom I met ...


HAPPY 2013!!

En la sombra de mis árboles todo se deforma.
Pequeños estes se dispersan, abrazando las veredas, jugando por el cesped. Y yo danzo alrededor de aquellas sinfonías creadas por la gran naturaleza.
Mi vecina me observa con un rostro parecido a la extrañeza, o quizás, ¿es acaso envidia?

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In the shade of my trees all deformed.
Small're dispersed, hugging the sidewalks, playing on the lawn. And I dance around those symphonies created by the great nature.
My neighbor notes with a face like the surprise, perhaps, is it envy?

Hojas en blanco...
Lápices nuevos...
Gomas sin usar...
Ningún atisbo de concentración...
Ninguna pista de creatividad...
Tan solo esperar a que llegue la inspiración...
Estando en un vaivén continuo...
Esperando a que algún día la balanza se desequilibrie.

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Blank sheets of paper ...
New pencils ...
Gums without using ...
No hint of concentration ...
No hint of creativity ...
Just wait for inspiration ...
Being in a continuous swing ...
Waiting for someday desequilibrie balance.

En este año se vienen...nuevas experiencias...
Relaciones un poco cortadas, con las que trataremos de no cortar definitivamente...
Nuevos lazos.... con los que conpartir momentos inolvidables...
Nuevas ideas.... con las que volaremos, como si fuesen las alas que nos levantasen...
Y en especial... nuevos pensamientos encontrados, con los que daremos lo mejor de nosotros mismos para brindar NUEVO ARTE!!!