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Do you want to know me, I'll wait for you

You can't go back because life is already pushing you like an endless scream. It is better to live with the joy of men than to cry in front of the blind wall. You will feel stuck, lost or alone. I know very well what they're going to tell you, that life has no purpose, which is unfortunate. So always remember what I wrote once. I think of you the way I think now. Life is beautiful, you'll see how despite regrets you'll have friends, you'll have love. A man alone, a woman taken like this, one by one. They're like dust, they're nothing. But when I speak to you, when I write these words, I also think of others. Your destiny is in others, your future is your own life. Your dignity is that of everyone. Others wait for you to resist, for your joy to help them with your song among their songs. So always remember what I wrote one day thinking of you as I think of it now. Never give in and never get away from the roadside, never say I can't do it anymore and I'll stay here. Life is beautiful, you'll see how despite regrets you'll have love, you'll have friends. Otherwise you have no choice and this world as it is will be all your inheritance. Forgive me, I don't know how to tell you anything else but you understand that I'm always on the road. And always remember what I wrote once. I think of you the way I think now

To be in love is to take over the nights and the days. It's a forgetfulness between excited fingers and a distracted head. It reminds us of the time when we sent the song from a forge. It's to read what the people write in space.. It is to see the evening star through the window of a peasant house. It's a train crossing the mountains with its headlights on. It is obvious that there is no boundary between sleep and awakening. It ignores the difference between sadness and joy. It's to listen to the midnight walker confess the dew. It's seeing a little light in the darkness of the heart. To be in love, friends, is to suffer space and time with gentleness. This is what one morning reveals the secret of flowers and fruits. The latter is free of itself and is part of the other creatures. It's not about whether things belong to someone else or to you. I am so sorry for your loss.. This goes back to the origin of the problems of the torrent Anguish. It's time to share the light of the world and at the same time it's time to share your dark night.. It is surprising and happy that the Moon continues to be the Moon. It is to verify in body and soul that the task of being a man is less hard. It's always about starting to say, and now to say no, never again. And they're friends, pour yourself into others, keep your hands clean

Don't let the day end without having grown up a little, without having been happy, without having increased your dreams.. Don't let yourself be overwhelmed by discouragement.. Ne laissez personne vous priver de votre droit de vous exprimer, which is almost a duty. Don't give up the desire to make your life something extraordinary.. Don't stop believing that the words and the poems can change the world.. No matter what our essence is intact. We are beings full of passion. Life is desert and oasis. It reverses us, it makes us sick, it teaches us, it makes us the protagonists of our own history.. Même si le vent souffle contre toi, le travail puissant continue: You can contribute with a single strophe. Never stop dreaming, because in your dreams, the man is free.. Don 't take it in the worst of mistakes.. The majority lives in a frightening silence.. Don't give up on me.. He's running away.. «J'émets mes cris sur les toits de ce monde said the poet. Appreciate the beauty of simple things. We can do the beautiful poetry of little things, but we cannot fight against ourselves.. ♪ Cell makes life hell ♪. Take advantage of the panic that cela vous provoque.. Live it intensely, without mediocrity. Think that the future is in you and face the task with pride and without fear. Learn from those who can teach you. The experiences of those who have preceded us poets dead, They help you to go through life ». Don't let life come to you without you living it

There are kisses that pronounce the sentence condamnatoire de l'amour, there are kisses that give with the look.. There are silent kisses, noble kisses, and enigmatic and sincere kisses, and kisses that only souls give themselves, and kisses that are forbidden, it's true.. There are a thousand mysterious kisses, a thousand lost and errant dreams.. There are problematic kisses that contain a key that no one has deciphered, there are kisses that engender tragedy How many roses in brooch have they removed their leaves? There are scented kisses, warm kisses that beats in intimate desires, there are kisses that leave traces on the lips like a field of sun between two ice creams. There are kisses that resemble lilies for sublime, naive and pure, there are kisses that are treacherous and cowardly, there are kisses that are cursed and perjured.. Judas kisses Jesus and leaves a mark before God, the crime, while Magdalene with her kisses fortifie pieusement are agony.. Since, ça palpite dans les baisers l'amour, la trahison et la douleur, dans les mariages humains, they resemble the breeze which plays with the flowers. There are kisses that drive crazy with passion in love, burning and crazy, you know them well, they are my kisses invented by me, for your mouth. Lama embraces it in printed trace They carry the grooves of a forbidden love, storm kisses, wild kisses that only our lips have tasted. You remember the first one? Unfathomable; Cover your face with purple redness and in the spasms of a terrible emotion,. I remember you from an après-midi d'excès fou I saw you jealous imaginer des griefs, I suspended you in my bras.. A kiss vibrated, and qu'as-tu vu ensuite. - What? Du sang sur my lips. I taught you to kiss: cold kisses They have a heart of impassive rock, I taught you to kiss with my kisses invented by me, for your mouth

If you can keep your head up when everyone around you loses control and blames you. If you can keep believing in yourself when everyone doubts you, but you also accept that there are doubts. If you can attend and you cannot attend; or if, being deceived, you do not respond with deception, or if, being hated, you do not encourage hatred. And yet you don't think you're good or wise. If you can dream without dreams dominating you; if you can think and not make your thoughts your only goal; if you can experience triumph and failure, and treat both impostors on an equal footing. If you can bear to hear the truth you have spoken, distorted by the wicked to deceive the foolish. Or see how what you gave your life for is destroyed and recover your stains to rebuild it with used tools. If you can accumulate all your winnings and risk them in one game; And I will lose, and I will start again after the beginnings and there will never be a word of your loss. If you can force your heart, your nerves and your tendons to protect your objects lastingly after they are exhausted, and still resist when you are not above the Will that says: "Resist! » If you can speak to the masses and maintain your virtue. Or walk with kings, without despising the people. If neither friends nor enemies can hurt you. Yes, everyone can count on you, but not too much. If you can fill the unceasing minute, with sixty seconds of hard work. Yours is the earth and all that is in it, and -

I've spent half my life seeing women in pieces: a clavicle, a fesse, a mesange, a pubis in a subtle confluence.. Des fragments d'amour dans lesquels j'ai déversé the prosaic concept of beauty. Cela semble superficiel Je sais mais pour trouver des trésors, your creuses de l'extérieur et je n'ai vu que des fragments de la carte I know but to find treasure, your creuses of the outside and I have seen only fragments of the menu. Once, I fell in love for a month and a half with a knee.. And for a while I wanted the two paupières of a girl until I discovered what they were hiding.. C'est comme ça that I've lived until'à maintenant love the pieces of a female puzzle that I'd been afraid to finish. Because any morning I saw from afar an ear that didn't match those ankles or hands that insulted the beloved pair of shoulders. Sans parler de l'oeil impertinent qui commençait à me juger d'un nombril oblong I was not to be seen with the eyes of a fool. And more nothing was the same. À toi à la place I saw you finish the première fois that you t'est nu en trois secondes. Je t'ai vu complet en tant que scientifique I saw the perfect formula in a glance or a sculptor saw the siren under the marble. I didn't know if I should stay with your vertiginous cou with those palm bras the rocker handles of your hips the black holes in your eyes your mouth kissed by the vin the signature rose et parfaite de I'm going to tell you something.. Sans parler du vice sur ton cou l'invitation au péché qui crie dans ton dos or ton cul et sa tentation reversée I'm not going to lie to you, you're not going to lie to me. I could continue phalange par phalange onglet par onglet. But faced with the difficulty of choosing one of your pieces, I have no choice to love you all.. And so on until now I've only spoken of what's happening outside. What's inside is a mystery I examine blindly because all clairvoyance would be an insult to you.. No one knows what a panther looks like inside no one can claim to know the specific weight of the wind nor predict the elans of affection in gravissant the ladders the storms that obscure the look of the men of time or the gusts of your desire that are bursting The autumns and they make them sprout. I don't know if this poem was about the weather.. I'm sure I'll try to touch you without cards all inside without negligently touching you outside.

Unfortunate is the poor in spirit, for under the earth he will be what he is now on earth. Unfortunate is he who weeps, for he has already taken the miserable habit of weeping. Blessed are those who know that suffering is not a crown of glory. It's not enough to be the last to be the first. Happy is he who does not insist on being right, because no one is right or everyone is right. Blessed is he who forgives others and he who forgives himself. Blessed are the meek, for they will not indulge in discord. Blessed are those who do not thirst for justice, for they know that our fate, unfavorable or merciful, is the work of chance and the impenetrable. Blessed are the merciful, for they are blessed when they do mercy and do not expect reward.. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are those who are persecuted for the sake of justice, for justice counts more for them than their human destiny. No one is the salt of the earth; no one at any time in his life is. Let the light of a lamp be lit, even if no one sees it. God will see it. There is no commandment that cannot be broken, and also those that I say and those that the prophets have said. He who kills for the cause of justice or for a cause he believes right is not guilty. The deeds of men deserve neither fire nor heaven. Do not hate your enemy, for if you do, you are somehow his slave. Your hatred will never be better than your peace. If your right hand offends you, forgive it; you are your body and you are your soul and it is difficult, if not impossible, to establish the boundary that divides them. Do not exaggerate the worship of the truth: there is no man who, at the end of a day, has not lied with reason many times. Do not swear, for every oath is an emphasis. Resist evil, but without surprise and anger. You can turn the other to someone who hurts your right cheek, provided you are not moved by fear. I'm not talking about revenge or forgiveness; forgetting is the only revenge and the only forgiveness

Unfortunate is the poor in spirit, for under the earth he will be what he is now on earth. Unfortunate is he who weeps, for he has already taken the miserable habit of weeping. Blessed are those who know that suffering is not a crown of glory. It's not enough to be the last to be the first. Happy is he who does not insist on being right, because no one is right or everyone is right. Blessed is he who forgives others and he who forgives himself. Blessed are the meek, for they will not indulge in discord. Blessed are those who do not thirst for justice, for they know that our fate, unfavorable or merciful, is the work of chance and the impenetrable. Blessed are the merciful, for they are blessed when they do mercy and do not expect reward.. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see the. Blessed are those who are persecuted for the sake of justice, for they care more about justice than about their human destiny. No one is the salt of the earth; no one at any time in his life is. That the light of a lamp is lit, even if no one sees it. There is no commandment that cannot be broken, and also those that I say and those that the prophets have said. He who kills for the cause of justice or for a cause he believes right is not guilty. The deeds of men deserve neither fire nor heaven. Do not hate your enemy, for if you do, you are somehow his slave. Your hatred will never be better than your peace. If your right hand offends you, forgive it; you are your body and you are your soul and it is difficult, if not impossible, to establish the boundary that divides them. Do not exaggerate the worship of the truth: there is no man who, at the end of a day, has not lied with reason many times. Do not swear, for every oath is an emphasis. Resist evil, but without surprise and anger. You can turn the other to someone who hurts your right cheek, provided you are not moved by fear. I'm not talking about revenge or forgiveness; forgetting is the only revenge and the only forgiveness. To do good to one's enemy can be a work of justice and is not arduous; to love him, a task that belongs to angels and not to men. Doing good to your enemy is the best way to please your vanity

I spent half my life seeing women in pieces: a collarbone Fragments of love in which I poured the prosaic concept of beauty. Cela semble superficiel Je sais mais pour trouver des trésors, your creuses de l'extérieur et je n'ai vu que des fragments de la carte I know but to find treasure, your creuses of the outside and I have seen only fragments of the menu. Once, I fell in love for a month and a half with a knee.. And for a while I wanted the two paupières of a girl until I discovered what they were hiding.. C'est comme ça that I've lived until'à maintenant love the pieces of a female puzzle that I'd been afraid to finish. Because one morning I saw from afar an ear that did not correspond to those ankles or those hands that insulted the pair of shoulders so loved.. Sans parler de l'oeil impertinent qui commençait à me juger d'un nombril oblong I was not to be seen with the eyes of a fool. And more nothing was the same. À toi à la place I saw you finish the première fois that you t'est nu en trois secondes. Je t'ai vu complet en tant que scientifique I saw the perfect formula in a glance or a sculptor saw the siren under the marble. I didn't know if I should stay with your vertiginous cou with those palm bras the rocker handles of your hips the black holes in your eyes your mouth kissed by the vin the signature rose et parfaite de I'm going to tell you something.. Sans parler du vice sur ton cou l'invitation au péché qui crie dans ton dos or ton cul et sa tentation reversée I'm not going to lie to you, you're not going to lie to me. I could continue phalange par phalange onglet par onglet. But faced with the difficulty of choosing one of your pieces, I have no choice to love you all.. And so on until now I've only spoken of what's happening outside. What's inside is a mystery I examine blindly because all clairvoyance would be an insult to you.. And no one knows at all what a panther looks like inside no one can claim to know the specific weight of the wind or predict your bursts of affection as you climb the ladders Your storms that obscure the eyes of the meteorologists or the gusts of your desire that blow the autumns I don't know if this poem was about the weather of treasures or riddles. I'm sure I'll try to touch you without cards all inside without negligently touching you outside.

If you can keep your head up when everyone around you They lose it and blame you. If you can keep believing in yourself when everyone doubts you, but you also accept that they have doubts. If you can wait and not get tired of waiting; or if, being deceived, you do not answer with deceit; or if, being hated, you do not incur hatred. And yet you don't think you're good or wise. If you can dream without dreams dominating you; if you can think and not make your thoughts your only goal; if you can meet triumph and failure, and treat these two impostors equally. If you can bear to hear the truth you said, twisted by the wicked to deceive the fools. Or see how everything you gave your life for is destroyed, and roll up your sleeves to rebuild it with worn-out tools. If you can stack all your winnings and risk them on a single game; and lose, and start over from the beginning and never say a word of your loss. If you can force your heart, your nerves and your tendons, to achieve your goals long after they are exhausted, and thus resist when you have nothing left but the Will that tells them: "Resist!" If you can speak to the masses and maintain your virtue. Or walk with kings, without despising the people. If neither friends nor enemies can hurt you. Yes, everyone can count on you, but not too much. If you can fill the incessant minute, with sixty seconds of diligent work To you is the Earth and all that it contains, And more

your old heart put it in my hands and let it open in the stories, the dead aromas, bells and bell echoes. You come today to tell me, you come down from the mountains, the apron full of flowers and the fear of the pine forest in your eyes. Come and love me too; you already know how little it is to live; rest your helplessness in mine, without words. You, like me, au retour de la côte, or des forêts, or des montagnes, face à la vie or au printemps or au bord de l'année qui se termine, you think: les choses arrivent plus vite que nos yeux ne peuvent les contempler. You, like me, au retour de la côte, or des forêts, or des montagnes, face à la vie or au printemps or au bord de l'année qui se termine, you think: les choses arrivent plus vite que nos yeux ne peuvent les contempler. You, like me, think: the things arrive faster than our eyes can contemplate them.. To dream every minute I lived, it would take him a year.. Do you want to have the days reread, like letters, having released all its nobility for the day you will stand before the Lord. You come back in les rêvant lentement, to the ephemeres things you left barely touched; don't stay there, half hurried, like oranges. You will now improve everything because what was, after death, changes; and the light of the old house. You assembled a couple of toys of memory, the light fishing boats, with the name in black letters on the green and white knot, when, in the afternoon, the high breeze-lames He receives them in his vast shadow; the seasons in the plain, the sky in the light of the sun that walks.. But now that I love you gather your prints with mine; with its seals of the world, the color of strange lands. We will walk together in the fields in laughter without glance, of the hours past; we will speak slowly in the afternoon, moving the deep coffers.. Now that it's time, don't turn into anything, and from this littleness let's take a day full of hands. Les deux souvenirs confondus nos hiers ne font plus qu'un, et de lui, dans un rêve commun le possédant, notre avenir unique est né The two souvenirs confused us here and now, and of him, in a dream common to him, our unique future is born. Weaving together the tissue of souvenirs we'll carry like a shroud, we'll sleep with the days of the past each day of tomorrow.. Every hour with a souvenir apparent and resonant, every image of thee among my own s'emmêler mal, tout dans une telle confusion grandit et porte ses fruits, ce qui s'est passé avec ce qui se passe, et chaque chose se déroule dans le temps; comme ton cœur, bien-aimé, ça sent les vieilles sources And without end it unfolds and spreads in sounds, in echoes and echoes, like the carillons recalled.

Don't let the day end without having grown up a little, without having been happy, without having increased your dreams.. Don't let yourself be overwhelmed by discouragement.. Ne laissez personne vous priver de votre droit de vous exprimer, which is almost a duty. Don't give up the desire to make your life something extraordinary.. Don't stop believing that the words and the poems can change the world.. No matter what our essence is intact. We are beings full of passion. Life is desert and oasis. It reverses us, it makes us sick, it teaches us, it makes us the protagonists of our own history.. Même si le vent souffle contre toi, le travail puissant continue: You can contribute with a single strophe. Never stop dreaming, because in your dreams, the man is free.. Don 't take it in the worst of mistakes.. The majority lives in a frightening silence.. Don't give up on me.. He's running away.. «J'émets mes cris sur les toits de ce monde said the poet. Appreciate the beauty of simple things. We can do the beautiful poetry of little things, but we cannot fight against ourselves.. ♪ Cell makes life hell ♪. Take advantage of the panic that cela vous provoque.. Live it intensely, without mediocrity. Think that the future is in you and face the task with pride and without fear. Learn from those who can teach you. The experiences of those who have preceded us poets dead, They help you to go through life ». Don 't let life get to you without living it..