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I run through paths of rainbow, catching memories, resonant I spread the wings of my childhood and I fly, an endless flight of ice and drops of crystal water, and while the music sounds in echoes, I let myself go, carefree. I do not stop, my soul is set free in seas of music and dreams of eras, and the places I go so unknown, personal, imposing and overclothed in  might, as I walk around, I encounter what I thought I already had, as I walk around I see you, with wings of forgetfulness and forgiveness, impeccable bathed in roses and jazmin, Wings spreaded, take flight, impose the sunset to stay still as we bathe in its light, sublime. poem written by jrqc  --------------------------------------- ABOUT THE POEM: As I wrote those lines above, a sense of tranquility came over me while my mind flew away to places that somehow I sensed I have been to. It might sound weird, foolish and even crazy, although I am pretty sure someone out there shares the same view as me.  The poem ...

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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...