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so by Jose Quintero

There is always a time when our spirit within shakes a little and feels like going further away to a realm that our eyes, body and senses are not familiar with, but our soul seems to know pretty well. It just wants to fly to that place, to a place that feels like we actually belong there. Have you ever sensed it? Run! Fly! make it happen once and for all, do not stop fluttering your wings, do not stop for them,  do not take their heed, they'll say the sun doesn't shine, they have said dreams are not real, they have believed their souls won't heal. Run! Fly! make it happen once and for all, rise up, soar the skies to the blues, dance along its colors and shimmering, drink the pleasures it gives, eat the fruit it was for you reserved, and take no heed of the wingless ones, there is no truth in them, they only possess darkness and lies, their souls are blinded and binded up. Run! Fly! extend your wings and embrace the wind, look at them dance, the ones like you are there, show...

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Ese día el sol brillaba como siempre, bañandola en su resplendor, tornando el color de su piel en tonos de miel y nuez. Su juventud perfumaba la calle y los ojos de los espectadores no la perdían de vista. Ella era simplemente la frescura de la primavera y el calor del verano combinadas casi perfectamente en las carnes y la figura de su cuerpo.  Sus senos firmes dejaban entrever las aureolas de la juventud, mientras sus piernas daban paso a ese menear característico de su coqueteo, al que daba rienda suelta así como su castaña y ondulada cabellera. Su mente anidaba la sed de ver el mundo, de ir más allá de embriagarse del placer que éste le pudiera ofrecer y sin escatimar en ambiciones y sueños ella simplemente se dejaba ir. Era la carencia de estas vivencias y posesiones que la presionaban a sumirse y ser esclava de ambiciones que a veces eran malsanas y mezquinas, pero a ella eso no le importaba. Deseaba agarrar al mundo y hacerle su esclavo, deseaba ser complacida y en su parece...

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                                       - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -   No. There isn't much time to do everything you want to do. But, I would there say that there is and should be gratitude for what you are, what you have and what you can do, and make the most of what is at your disposal materialistically and personally.  Why would you say that you are not happy enough to be celebrating? Aren't you breathing? Don't you have people who genuinely care about you? Who love you? Don't you have a roof over your head and food on your table? Don't you? And no!, it doesn't sound cliche to say something that many have already said plenty of times. It is cliche not to realize the meaning of those words or not to acknowledge the truth in them. That is cliche! Saying you wouldn't be celebrating because you aren't happy is... selfish! There! I said i...

WRITING, PAINTING  AND GUITAR PLAYING by JRQC Once in a while I get asked why I write or paint or why I sometimes play the guitar. I am afraid there is no concrete answer or perhaps? How about yourself? There is something amazing that we as humans have: a talent. Even though some people might refute this notion by stating they are irremediably with no talent which I personally believe and regard as totally nonsense (no offense intended). Let me explain my point of view. As a kid, I remember my classmates being able to sing, play football, make cookies, draw and even have excellently molded handwriting. I remember admiring these qualities they had without realizing mine. I confess that I was jealous at times since I also wanted to be as good as they were. Certainly I was  not aware of my own good abilities back then: learning languages, skating and having a great imagination when playing with my toys. Being talented does simply not refer to knowing how to paint or know how to s...