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lonely lover think, if possible, away from the hustle and noise, provided I agreed to sing Machadian: In my solitude / I've been very clear with / that are not true . The talk and the eyes of a friend after steaming coffee can bring down the opaque mirrors in which sometimes we get lost, tripping over our own shadow. The face and gestures factions soon learned that surprises us with a different character, with an unpredictable outburst of joy or tenderness. The other throws a coin and ... voilà!, We discover a side of reality that we never suspected in a very long half-sleep, and in all our walks lyric old parks and sunset. And our speaker captivates us with all those words that spring under the exhilarating challenge of dusting off ideas ofrecérnoslas sleepy and transparent and lucid, even by the pure desire to have fun. But any day, any corner, think about the fragility of life and we feel fortunate to walk beside that person. Then we want to pronounce a sentence, and authentic, touched a soul, would say Juan Ramón. But those few words shrink before reaching the platform and back down, step by step, by stealth. At the end time comes, the train whistles and other noise words fill the large wagons. Then felt like the dots are extended with a gesture of supplication, we cling to the coat and stretch to take us back. With sadness, we remember the protagonist of Lady in red on gray when regrets not having told his wife while he loved her, how necessary it was, and concludes that " life would be more bearable if we had a second opportunity. " But now it's too late: the phone drowned your voice in a high beep, started the engine of the car and after the panel does not hear what Mushites from the sidewalk around the corner, his image faded. So it is better to remain silent and to the light air, trying to guess whether what the poem says Salinas is true that silence for those who live in love, there is more than two voices trembling sought flying. Who knows.
lonely lover think, if possible, away from the hustle and noise, provided I agreed to sing Machadian: In my solitude / I've been very clear with / that are not true . The talk and the eyes of a friend after steaming coffee can bring down the opaque mirrors in which sometimes we get lost, tripping over our own shadow. The face and gestures factions soon learned that surprises us with a different character, with an unpredictable outburst of joy or tenderness. The other throws a coin and ... voilà!, We discover a side of reality that we never suspected in a very long half-sleep, and in all our walks lyric old parks and sunset. And our speaker captivates us with all those words that spring under the exhilarating challenge of dusting off ideas ofrecérnoslas sleepy and transparent and lucid, even by the pure desire to have fun. But any day, any corner, think about the fragility of life and we feel fortunate to walk beside that person. Then we want to pronounce a sentence, and authentic, touched a soul, would say Juan Ramón. But those few words shrink before reaching the platform and back down, step by step, by stealth. At the end time comes, the train whistles and other noise words fill the large wagons. Then felt like the dots are extended with a gesture of supplication, we cling to the coat and stretch to take us back. With sadness, we remember the protagonist of Lady in red on gray when regrets not having told his wife while he loved her, how necessary it was, and concludes that " life would be more bearable if we had a second opportunity. " But now it's too late: the phone drowned your voice in a high beep, started the engine of the car and after the panel does not hear what Mushites from the sidewalk around the corner, his image faded. So it is better to remain silent and to the light air, trying to guess whether what the poem says Salinas is true that silence for those who live in love, there is more than two voices trembling sought flying. Who knows. 
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