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PassionMelts as lava, burns like fire.
This intense candor, i'm captivated
Cloud my thinking, takes away my peace of mind,
corrupts my sanity, enslaves me
Bristle my skin, are brutal.
Explosion stormy, Fury and Desire,
concentrated in a mighty stream,
seduces me, unties my desire, captures me.
Becomes the unreal to reality, make me tremble.
I'm in this hell and I keep burning
I'm enthralled, I am scared, I am delighted.
It's a sin, but what a pleasing is to sin ...
Mad Passion, catch me, takes me, condemn me.
WingsWe are blessed with two beautiful wings,
with them we can touch the stars
Childhood, Adolescence, Youth, experiences ...
Where we can lose one of them.
Desire, Strength, Instinct,
we can maintain a survivor wing
we cure the shattered wound, we heal
we will fly as high as we can.
We're artists, we create, we dance, we build.
Dreaming, Feeling, Loving, raise a family,
bring new life to the world,
we live deficiencies, abundances, successes and defeats.
We meet wonderful people and selfless,
those that motivate us to learn and grow,
people not having our blood,
are closer than our own family.
Blessed are those who love and are loved,
blessed are those who fall and they stand up,
blessed are those who lose their wings and part of his being,
and survive, fight and giving their best.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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