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Evolution of a soul ... White

First excuses because it was an afternoon quite complicated ...

I know the first part is more artistic, but really what I was comfortable with what the end was that he was not inspired but needed to vent ...

murmuring among yourselves I do not excessively so, it was just a strange day (even though deep down I like)

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Oh girl. Oh

black cat. Oh

muse.

Oh

fairy who danced among the trees that were my dreams. Oh

innocent girl who laughed and looked for my protection. Oh

black cat that seduced me in the night, delighted me with your rebellious and scratched my soul with passion.

Oh my muse. You who inspired my spirit. Your aroma, the warmth of your flesh, the freshness of your smile, your joy ... served to feed my imagination and encouraged thousand and one stories fleeting.

Fairy because you were fantasy.

girl because you're innocence. Gata

because you were untamed and wild. Musa

because you were inspired.

Me:

Storytelling.

Child.

faithful dog.

Duende.

A mere buffoon. A naive storyteller who needed to remember that every story has an ending. A child who feels desarropado. A stray dog. A goblin not laugh.

Jester and storytelling because my soul wants to create, entertain and make you think.

Child care and home because I need and desire to laugh.

dog because I'm looking for who to be loyal. Duende

because I love nature, the occult and fun.

And sometimes:

I'ma writer. I

wolf. I

angel.

Writer joys and sorrows. Molding the words as I pleased and I feel wonderful to my readers.

Lobo faithful to his flock. Powerful, agile and attentive to my own. Noble creature, feared by man.

Angel because I unfold my wings and fly. I rise and see the world at my feet, and only wish you well.

Writer for molding sentiment. Lobo

because I feel powerful.

Angel because I can fly.

duality, complexity, doubt, truth ...

knots in my soul, clarity ...

Joy, joy, sorrow, sadness ...

Is this the soul of God?

Are the conditions for creating?

"To shape and name?

I hope so, because that is my soul, and has felt and feels well. A soul that thinks he knows the pain and knows the joy. A soul that seeks to expand, give a bit of herself to everyone. A soul that loves the world, life, fantasy, reality. A soul that no longer fear death. A soul that feels great. A soul that knows negligible. A soul that has known the fear of loneliness and has gone through.

And today, compared to paper, I find that I know the secret of happiness and I am able to create. Today I know that I love, I am sad. Unrequited love I am friendship, I am all of you. I'm lying. I am the truth. I'm just one more than dreams of flying.

Dreams.

feelings.

a point.

Everything.

Nothing.

Eternity.

words without definition, concepts that the mind only touches the tip of your fingers metaphysical ... Wild ideas that threaten our peace. I want to tame them, capture them, tie them to my art and bring them closer to our understanding.

Science.

Math.

Mechanics.

Electricity.

Medicine.

What good progress, live longer and more comfortable if there are no dreams? If there is no hope? In what society do we live where the laziness, ignorance, murder, are rewarded with honors and fame as he ejected from his podium, the place they deserve, those givers of hope, of knowledge. Who has driven the true artists of his throne?

Fight. Shout

.

Run.

Pintado. Write

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Sing.

Blow. Feel

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Rise creators and show the world once again that beauty is food for the soul. That feelings must be shared and dreams realized. Illusion about the people who open them eyes light hurts to have them closed for so long. Raise the enthusiasm and hope in the hearts off and bring man back to its rightful place among the gods.