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ยกHey, everybody!
My name is Victoria and I am pleased to share my exciting journey as a virtual model.
From the moment I decided to bring my alter ego to life on screen, I knew this world of possibilities would be my home..
Let me take you on a journey full of laughter, joy and sensuality as I tell you my story..
Since my childhood, I was always known to be a smiling and cheerful girl.
My smile and my contagious energy were my hallmark, and that's something I've kept throughout my life. But there is something else that immediately catches my eye: my deep red hair. It's like a flame that frames my face and somehow reflects my vibrant personality..
When I discovered the world of virtual modeling, I felt I had found my true passion. Being able to be active and outgoing from the comfort of my own space was a revelation..
I love interacting with my followers, meeting new people and creating a special connection through the screen. It's amazing how technology can bring people together from different places and make us feel so close. Sensuality is another important aspect of my online presence..
I love to explore my seductive side and share it with those who follow me. Every movement, every look, is designed to evoke emotion and create a unique experience. However, I always do so in a respectful and consensual manner, creating a safe space for all my followers..
The content I create is an expression of my creativity and personality..
I strive to offer a wide variety of shows and themes to keep my fans excited and entertained..
From themed shows to gripping dance routines, I'm always looking for ways to surprise and captivate my audience. In addition, I love to spoil my followers with special gifts and personalized thanks. I want them to feel appreciated and loved for being part of my community.
Photos and videos are an essential part of my content. Each image captures a special moment, a look or a gesture that conveys my essence. The videos, meanwhile, allow me to take my followers on an exciting and sensual journey..
I take pride in offering high quality content that reflects my dedication and passion for what I do. But being a virtual model is not just about the surface. My attitude is fundamental to building a strong relationship with my followers. I always strive to maintain a positive, friendly and understanding attitude.
I am here to provide a space of escape and happiness, and that is reflected in every interaction I have with my audience..
In short, being a virtual model has allowed me to explore all these characteristics that define me: smiling, cheerful, red-haired, active, outgoing, sensual and creative. But it has also given me the opportunity to connect with people from all over the world, to create meaningful content and to share my passion for sensuality and entertainment..
Thank you for being part of my journey and for allowing me to share my story with you. See you on the screen!
With love, Victoria
Hello to all! My name is Victoria and I am happy to share my exciting journey as a virtual model. From the moment I decided to bring my alter ego to life on the screen, I knew this world of possibilities would be my home. Let me take you on a journey full of laughter, joy and sensuality by telling you my story. Since childhood I have always been known to be a cheerful and cheerful girl. My smile and contagious energy were my trademark, and it's something I've kept all my life. But, also, there is something that immediately catches your attention: my dark red hair. It's like a flame that frames my face and somehow reflects my vibrant personality. When I discovered the world of virtual modeling, I felt that I had found my true passion. Being able to be active and outgoing in the comfort of my own space was a revelation. I love interacting with my followers, meeting new people and creating a special connection across the screen. It's amazing how technology can bring people from different places together and make us feel so close. The sensuality is another important aspect of my online presence.. I love to explore my seductive side and share it with those who follow me. Every movement, every look is designed to evoke emotions and create a unique experience. However, I always do it in a respectful and consensual way, creating a safe space for all my followers.. The content I create is an expression of my creativity and personality. I strive to offer a wide variety of shows and themes to keep my fans excited and entertained. From themed shows to engaging dance routines, I am always looking for ways to surprise and captivate my audience. Plus, I love to spoil my subscribers with special gifts and personalized thanks. I want them to feel appreciated and loved to be part of my community. Photos and videos are an integral part of my content. Each image captures a particular moment, a look or a gesture that conveys my essence. Videos, meanwhile, allow me to take my followers on an exciting and sensual journey. I pride myself on providing high quality content that reflects my dedication and passion for what I do. But being a virtual model is not just about skin. My attitude is essential to build a strong relationship with my followers. I always strive to maintain a positive, friendly and understanding attitude. I am here to offer a space of escape and happiness, and this is reflected in every interaction I have with my audience. In summary, being a virtual model allowed me to explore all these characteristics that define me: smiling, playful, red-haired, active, extroverted, sensual and creative. But it also gave me the opportunity to connect with people from around the world, create meaningful content and share my passion for sensuality and entertainment.. Thank you for being part of my journey and allowing me to share my story with you. See you on the screen! With love, Victoria
Here begins the unexplored field, Round because of the eyes that look at it, And deep because of my own heart, Filled with probable sapphires, From the hands of a sleepwalker, aerial funerals, Moving like the dream of dwarfs, Or the bouquet cut to infinity, What does the seagull bring to its children? There is an empty space What is needed to populate Eyes with open seeds Low voices of eternity Nocturnal games and violin fireballs Of the noise of a herd without permission Escaped from the comet that was about to crash Do you know the miraculous fountain What brings back to life the castaways of yesteryear? Do you know the flower called nun's voice that grows down and opens at the bottom of the (land? Have you seen the boy who sang sitting on a tear The boy who sang next to a sigh Or an inconsolable dog barking? Have you seen the terribly aged colorless rainbow What comes back from the time of the pharaohs? Fear changes the shape of the flowers Trembling for the Last Judgment One by one the stars are thrown from the balcony The sea falls asleep behind a tree with its usual calm Because it has known since biblical times That the return is unknown in the North Star No navigator has found the rose of the seas The rose that recalls the memory of your grandparents From the depths of her heart tired of dreaming Tired of living in every petal wind you think of the rose of the sea I wait for you standing at the end of this line I know where the flower that is born of sex is hidden (mermaids in the moment of pleasure When under the sea it starts to get dark And you can hear the waves crashing under the feet of the horizon I know I know where it hides The wind has the voice of the bee of the pale girl The girl pale as her own statue Whom I loved in a corner of my life When I wanted to jump from hope to heaven And I fell from shipwreck to shipwreck from horizon to horizon Then I saw the rose that hides And that no one has met face to face Have you seen that bird of the distant islands Washed by the tide at the foot of my bed? Have you seen the hypnotic ring that goes from one eye to the other From love to love from hate to hate From man to woman from planet to planet? Have you seen in the desert sky The dove threatened by the years With eyes full of memories With a breast full of silence Sadder than the sea after a shipwreck? Behind the last eagle the singer sang I had a ring on my heart And sat in the dirt of his toil In front of the volcano challenged by a flower The athlete would like to be a lighthouse To have ships watching him To make them sleep to fall asleep And rock the sky like a tree The athlete He has a ring in his throat And so time passes hold on Why do anemones grow in his brain? Here is the orphan who stood at his age Because of the rivers that carry little water Because of the mountains that do not descend Grow grow says the cello as I grow As the idea of suicide grows in the (magnificent gardener The little sapphire becomes more tender than anguish In the eyes of the burnt bird I will grow, I'll grow up when the city grows When the fish have drunk the whole sea The past days are turtle shells Now I have ships in my memory And the ships are getting closer day by day I hear a dog barking around the world In three weeks And it dies on arrival The heart broke the moorings because of the winds And the child becomes an orphan If the landscape became a dove Before night the sea would eat him But the sea is preparing a shipwreck And he has his thoughts elsewhere ship ship You have the short life of a fan Here we laugh about it all Here in the distance The mountain haunted by a nightingale Follow the honey of the poisoned bear Poor bearskin bear poisoned at night ( Boreal flee who flees death From death sitting by the sea The mountain and the mountain With his moon and with his moon The blooming flower and the blooming flower A flower they call sunflower And a sun called a giraflor The bird can forget that he is a bird Because of the comet that does not come For fear of winter or an attack The comet that was to be born from a telescope and a hydrangea That he thought he was looking at and that he was being watched An aviator is killed on the one concert And the angel who bathes in a piano He becomes enveloped in sones again In search of the receiver in the peaks Where words and rivers flow, wolves work miracles in the steps of the night When the incognito bird becomes troubled And the sheep graze on the other side of the moon If it is a memory of music No one can prevent the circus from developing in The silence nor the bells of the dead stars nor the serpent that feeds on colors nor the pianist that emerges from the earth not even the missionary who has forgotten his name If the road sits down to rest Or bathes in the autumn of the constellations No one will prevent a bishop
Altazor, why did you lose your first serenity? What evil angel stood at the door of your smile With sword in hand? Who has sown anguish in the plains of your eyes like the adornment of a god? Why did you suddenly feel the terror of being? And that voice that cried out to you to live and you don't see yourself living Who brought your thoughts to the crossroads (of all the winds of pain? The diamond of your dreams has broken in a sea (of stupor You are lost Altazor Alone in the middle of the universe Just like a note that blossoms on the heights of the void There is no good, there is no evil, no truth or order nor beauty Where are you Altazor? The nebula of anguish passes like a river And it drags me along according to the law of attractions The nebula with solidified smells flees from its own ( solitude I feel a telescope pointed at me like a ( stirring The tail of a comet whips my face and passes (filler of eternity Tirelessly seeking a quiet lake where (refresh your inescapable task Altazor you will die your voice dries up and you will be (invisible The Earth will continue to revolve in its orbit Fear of stumbling like the tightrope walker on (the thread that connects the gazes of fear. In vain you look for a crazy eye There is no way out and the wind moves the (planets You think it doesn't matter if you fall forever ( manages to escape Don't you see that you are already falling? Clear your head of prejudice and morality And if you want to get up you haven't gotten anything Let yourself fall without stopping your fall Without fear to the bottom (of the shadows Without fear of the enigma of yourself Maybe you will find a light without night Lost in the cracks of the precipices Fall fall forever Fall to the bottom of infinity Fall to the bottom of time fall to the bottom of yourself Fall as low as you can fall fall without vertigo Through all spaces and all ages Through all the souls of all desires and (all shipwrecks) It falls and burns as the stars and seas pass Burn the eyes that look at you and the hearts that (they wait for you Burn the wind with your voice The wind that tangles in your voice And the night that is cold in its cave of bones falls into childhood falls in old age falls in tears falls with laughter Falls in music on the universe Falls from your head to your feet Falls from your feet to your head falls from the sea to the fountain Falls into the last abyss of silence Like the sinking ship extinguishing its lights all is over The man-eating sea knocks at the door of the rocks (merciless Dogs bark at the moment of death And heaven listens the passage of the stars that (they are moving away You are alone And you are going to death straight like an iceberg that (detaches itself from the pole Night falls in search of its heart in the ocean The gaze swells like the torrents And as the waves turn The lunar child of light escapes from the high seas looks at this full sky Richer than my streams Sky full of stars waiting for baptism All these stars springing from a star of stone thrown into the eternal waters They do not know what they want or if there are hidden networks (beyond nor what hand holds the reins Nor what chest the wind blows over them They do not even know if there is no hand and if there is no breast Mountains of fishing They have the height of my desires And I throw from the night my That the songbirds are dispersed throughout the world. Repairing the engine of dawn As I sit at the edge of my eyes To make it easier to capture images it's me Altazor Altazor Locked in the cage of his destiny In vain I cling to the bars of escape ( possible A flower closes the way And they stand like the statue of flames The impossible escape Weaker I walk with my desires Than an army without light in the middle of ambushes I opened my eyes in the century When did Christianity die? Twisted on his dying cross, He is about to take his last breath, And tomorrow what will we put in the empty place? We'll set a dawn or dusk And do I have to put anything on? the crown of thorns Dripping from its last stars, it dries up Christianity that has solved no problem That has taught only dead prayers dies after two thousand years of existence A huge cannonade ends the era ( Christian Christ wants to die accompanied by millions (souls sink with their temples And pass through death with an immense procession A thousand planes greet the new era It is the oracles and the daux it Only six months ago I left the freshly cut equatorial In the warlike tomb of the patient slave Crown of mercy on human stupidity It is I who speak in this year 1919 It is winter Europe has already buried all its dead And a thousand tears make a single cross of snow Look at these steppes that shake hands Millions of workers have at last understood And they raise their daux from dawn to heaven Come on, come we are waiting for you 'cause you are the ( hope the only hope The last hope. Je suis Altazor deux fois moi-mรชme Celui qui se regarde agir et se moque de l'autre devant I'm the one who looks at myself and mocks the other
There's no time to lose Nurse of shadows and distances I return to you fleeing the incalculable realm From the angels forbidden by the dawn behind your secret you hid In a smile of eyelids and air I raised the course of your laughter And I cut the shadows they had Your signs of distance pointed Your dream will fall asleep in my hands Marking the lines of my inseparable destiny In the chest of the same bird That burns in the fire of its song Of its crying song at the time because it slips through your fingers You know that your look adorns sailboats Nights rocked in fishing You know that your gaze forms the knot of the stars And the knot of the song that will come out of the chest Your gaze that speaks to the heart And to the haunted mouth of the nightingale There is no time to lose To the time of the body in the ambiguous shipwreck I measure infinity step by step the sea wants to win And therefore there is no time to lose Then Oh then beyond the last horizon You will see what there is to see That is why you must take care of the precious gift of the eyes of the ( brain The eye anchored in the middle of the worlds Where the boats come to the beach But if the eye gets sick, what should I do? What will we do if they have made the evil eye to the eye? To the watchful eye feverish as a lynx lighthouse The geography of the eye I say it is the most complicated The sounding is difficult because of the waves The riots that pass The continuous pressure The crowded squares and avenues The processions with their banners Descending the iris until it is lost The rajah on his elephant in tapestry The lion hunt in the jungle of eyelashes (secular The migrations of cold birds to Others (retinas I love my eyes and your eyes and eyes The eyes with their own combustion The eyes that dance to the sound of internal music And they open like doors to crime And they come out of their sockets and go like comets (bloody random The eyes that pierce and leave slow wounds (heal So don't stick your eyes like cards And they are inexhaustible cascades of love And they change day and night Eye for eye. Eye for an eye as a host for a host tree eye bird's eye river eye mountain eye sea eye eye of the earth eye of the moon sky of the silent eye Eye of loneliness for eye of absence eye pain for laughing eye There's no time to waste And if the prosaic moment comes Follow the boat that is perhaps the best Now that I sit down and start writing What is the swallow I saw this morning doing? Signing letters in a vacuum? When I move my left foot What does the great Chinese mandarin do with his foot? When I light a cigarette What do the other cigars that go into the boat do? Where is the future fire station? And if I look up now, What does the explorer do with his eyes riveted on the (pole? I'm here, Where are the others? Echo from gesture to gesture Electrified chain or without correspondences interrupted the solitary rhythm Who die and are born While my pen flows on the paper? There's no time to waste standing joy And the needle of your silk passes from pore to pore hurry hurry Opt for balloons and wet crocodiles Lend me, woman, your summer eyes I lick the watered clouds when the fall (follow the donkey cart A rising periscope debates the modesty of ( winter From the point of view of the kite blued by the ( infinity Young color of birds one hundred percent Maybe it was a love watched over by doves (unfortunate Or the importunate glove of the attack that goes (born of a woman or a poppy The vase of the flying blackbirds who kiss Bravo night calf of the friendliest who (hides in her flower skin Pink upside down pink again and pink and pink Even if the jailer doesn't want Agitated river for miraculous catch Night, lend me your wife with flowery calves (harvester of young poppies Drenched in color like the little donkey (unfortunate The bride without flowers or balloons birds Winter hardens the doves present Look at the cart and the attack of the crocodile (bluish What are the periscopes in the clouds of modesty Bride in ascent to a hundred percent celestial Lick the prospect that is about to be born strewn with (kites And the pleasant autumn gloves that are debated in the skin of love There's no time to lose Indecision on a boat for travels It's a gift from the cruelties of the night Because the wicked man or the stern woman They can't do anything against the mortality of the house or the lack of order Whether it's gold or disease Noble surprise or domestic spy for victory (stranger Internal quarrel produces just distrust Washed eyelids in the prison Penalties tending to an end are crossbars in front of marriage Unprotected waterfalls Military dissensions and all obstacles Because of the declaration of this blonde woman Who criticizes the loss of the expedition Or the extreme usefulness of justice As a separation of love without a future Prudence mourns the false deviations of
Goodbye thank you! The crisis, the danger is over and the endless sorrow Finally over, and this fever called living has been defeated in the end. Unfortunately I know I've been stripped of my strength, and without moving a muscle I stay lying Nothing else matters, I feel I'm finally feeling better. And so I still lie now in my bed that all those who have seen me I could imagine that I am dead could shudder as they look at me believing myself dead Lamenting and groaning, crying and sighing, they were at peace; and with them the horrible beating of the heart. Ah, that's horrible awful beating! Dizziness, nausea, incessant pain, they stopped with the fever that tears my brain, with the fever called living that burned my brain The torture also calmed down, of all the worst: that horrible torture of thirst for the deadly waters of the cursed river of the Passion; Well, for that I drank from a water that quenches all thirst. Of a water that flows with a murmur of a lullaby; a spring that lies a few meters underground; a cave that is very close to the ground. Let it not be said foolishly that my dwelling is dark and shrink my bed; well never any man slept in another bed and you all, sleep, They will sleep in an identical bed. my tormented spirit rests gently, forgets, never desires its roses; your old desires for myrtles and roses. Well now, lying quietly a more sacred aroma is imagined around; a fragrance of thoughts, a fragrance of rosemary mixed with thoughts, with street leaves and the beautiful and humble thoughts of the. And so he rests in peace, immersed in an endless sleep of Annie's truth and beauty, drowned in Annie's mats. She kissed me gently she caressed me tenderly and I fell asleep gently on her chest, deeply asleep in the paradise of her breast. When the light went out, it covered me carefully, and I prayed to the angels to protect me from all evil: to the queen of angels to keep me from all evil. And so I lie on my bed (knowing his love), that you imagine that I am dead; and so peacefully rest in my bed (with his love in my bosom), that you imagine that I am dead, They tremble at my look, believing me dead. But my heart is brighter than the stars that splash by myriads the sky, So shine with Annie, shine with the love of my Annie, with the thought of the light of my Annie's eyes!
I would like to give you a piece of my skirt, Today blossomed like spring. A flash of color that would stop your eyes on my waist -arm of the sea with elusive waves- the intoxication of my fruity feet with its timeless steps. The root of my ankle with its eternal green, the testimony of a look that will leave you in the mirror as archetype of the eternal. The capricious beauty of my face, so close to dying every moment because of living in haste. The shadow of my wandering body stopped in the very corner of your house. A dream buzzing of my pupils as they slide on your forehead. The beauty of my face in a girl of clouds. The shore of my child's voice with your shadow of an incredible size, and the unscathed tongue that does not abuse the speech. My joy of a girl who lives in the shelter for you to cover it with the armor of your chest. Or with the aerial hand of the one who goes on a journey because his underwater blood never stops. The fever of my nights with goblins and ghosts and the virgin rain of the most hidden river. That at the level of air, earth and fire, the belly unfolds in a fan. The back where you embroider your hands inflated with waves, clouds and happiness. The passion with which you tear yourself in the bed of the same endless torrent as if the same heart becomes liquid and escape from your mouth like a thirsty sea. The bouquet of my feet awake walking on the grass. As if he were anxiously awaiting the tacit rendezvous where only by silence the chains were broken. And in your fingers captured the urgency of life that in freedom left your blood, although with its waterfall, with its ray, the trees of thaw, something of yourself will destroy. The hair that grows out of the air in unbreakable liquid miniatures so that your unscathed hands make a nest as in the very sex of a trembling rose. The inside where you dive like looking for stars or the dusty taste that will make our bones fertile. The mouth that bites you as if it tasted rivers of aromas; or clenching teeth would color life with death. The thalamus where you measure my height in smooth intransitive survival, traveling through the diffuse foam or by the humanized blood on fire the world in which I live shaken by inexhaustible gestations. The minute that anoints me with dawn or an indescribable iridescence. As if the rhythm of your sovereign fragrances you will save the moment of honey unnoticed; or you will leave in the magical horizon of the lights extinguished the excessive and corrected time. where the senses will remain imprisoned and finally without language, totally naked. As if we repeated the flight, the wings were burned or having scars the arms will be exhausted. The skin that clothes me, contains me and sums me up, the one that binds and unleashes my branches. The one who opens the white residence of my body and he gives you his most intimate secret. My vein, living in pain, almost burns, marked by the fire that devours me. The name I call you so you're welcome. The face that is born with dawn and is guarded by angels at night. The chest with which I sigh, the heartbeat, the attaching tick-tac that illuminates your arrival. The sheet that wraps you in your waking hours and leaves you captive in it sleep, dream of love. shaft of my skeleton even with its minimal hinges. the dark chamber of my elongated femurs. The dwelling of my skull, torn lamentation, little molecule of flesh never humiliated. The sustained pride of my bones to which even with my nails I cling. My song lively and stubborn that in a house of struggle and hope that I defend. the timeless home that my dust of love offers you. The level of the violation or injury that could have ended up with me. the tears that washed me and that this little body has transcended. my lying shadow at the mercy of your memory
Last stanzas of the poem submitted previously A homeland, a song and a dau When all the children greet her wherever she goes and flowers that her hands have grown the three most beautiful treat her like mom. They form the great wealth of their loves her family, all the children and flowers Give to the needy all you can give She is the queen of the house, which I call my home.
With the sound of the eclipse the night removed its skirt, the moon of the great silence our roof palpable and while covering your face the star of its border I had you in my arms on the balcony of the beach. On the sand they loaded the bulls fighting water and bring us the ocean its twelve waves of silver for the pampa of my chest your cheek was stuck. In the world of dreams your two little eyes have swam, the breeze has crossed the coast like a salty tongue and the freshness of its caresses put your two tabs the weathervane and a smile on my face. What a joy! , what sweetness! emanated his young soul, my little son slept and something beautiful dreamed, that is why in my two eyes tenderness came to the forge, that three months have their faces that his lips are scarlet and for his alabaster skin my heart pours out. I couldn't stop humming from my throat a lullaby thoughts without twisting into braided poetry of the love I carry within, poured into the golden notes, when a shooting star with the dust of their wings came after my song to see how he kissed you, I stopped singing, then, still far from dawn, And when all the lights go out, messy neon, caught in all its splendor, the brilliance of the Milky Way. The embrace of the shell to my ears it whistled, the papyrus moon on you it was bombarded and at that precise moment the harps were silent of all my thoughts place to the fairies of this landscape of love how much you gave unconscious, immerse me completely in the atmosphere of the beach, submerge my universe in the dreams of your gaze, feel the pleasure of loving you Surrounded by sweet nothing
Every year that goes by Fewer little birds are seen on the field The mornings are sad They no longer rejoice in their song. The beautiful fool With her red breast The thrushes, diucas and thrushes They hid in the bushes. There are no more old pellines Where the pitios have made their nests There are no doves or turtledoves Birds are all gone. The man with his shotgun The boy with his slingshot They hunt them for fun And they even destroy their nests The little birds were created by God He gave them a beautiful throat Of all things that sing The one with the little birds has a beautiful voice. The crecerelle, peuco, traro Little birds are your enemy as they are of man When they sow, they eat the wheat. Never kill a birdie maybe it has a nest And if they miss their mother, the puppies They starve and freeze to death. learn from nature The most beautiful thing God has created Where without drugs and intoxication They only praise the Lord. They eat worms and you can watch them They run and then they listen And so they can find them.
Beyond all our blue skies where the sun shines on black backgrounds lived a very beautiful little princess who walked on flowery fields. Princesses born on distant planets temper the character during the hours of solitude, they are taught by stern-faced tutors, love the beautiful and speak softly. One morning when I prayed her dawn lying before the altar a refined fragrant message arrived wrapped in a sigh of real presence. "I am the little prince of this story How humble longs to have your love, that in the middle of a small planet grow, for you, the most beautiful of flowers. Come to me, my spoiled little prince, come here, beloved little princess, that the most I want in life is that you are always my beloved. We will go together through the sidereal directions, We will visit a fox that lives in the desert, a snake will be the dearest friend, we will enjoy the grass that grows in the open field ยป And one afternoon the princess set out on a journey Could it be that she came on a wandering kite, at the beginning of a crystal-sounding laughter, Or in the glow of a morning star? But, in the enormous distances that there are in the sky the little princess has just lost her way He did not find the place where the prince was waiting it was never her will, but her destiny too. He has set his feet in a land at the edge of the earth with many rivers that flow down the mountain, a great desert, a chain of mountains, beautiful lakes And a huge very calm sea that bathes it. And he gave up the journey back seduced by the great beauty of a copihue that captivated her with its fiery red color while hanging from the branch of a colihue. And the ancients gave it a beautiful name ending with ENE and beginning with SEA selected from among many other names as the cutest they could find. And the princess walks through places on earth planting very beautiful flowers everywhere in their gardens they are always in bloom and there are many others waiting to bloom. A.. All right.
I spoke of you to my humble heart, and although she refused to listen to me, I decided to speak to her with force, I told her that you were like an angel, this tender, this perfect. I told her that you were my most beautiful dream and all my devotion.. I also warned him not to fall in love because looking at your face was like having happiness in front of him.. I told her not to think you were a lie because I would describe you as beautiful or maybe better than a truth. In this he looked at me with skepticism, because, he still did not believe anything, so I showed him your name engraved in the furthest enclosure, of my memory. So I said to her: I discovered that she is not beautiful like roses, but that roses are beautiful like her, and I added that you were my insatiable desire. I told her that your eyes are not like stars but rather that stars are beautiful but only because they are like your eyes. And it was like he had found his motivation to which I told him that if he knew a fine pearl.. Then he was already frequenting your teeth. I also told him that I don't know if he understood it, but since I started reading you, I haven't read poetry anymore. And at that moment, my heart was like a child in the middle of a world full of sweetness. And at that moment, my heart was like a man kneeling before a divine majesty. And at that moment, my heart for you was already clinging to life. Well, it's no coincidence that he's asking you today. He tells me to look for you and find you, that he has never felt such an intense and strong desire as he now feels to see you.. That if being without you is living; then what better to have you in a fleeting moment, touch you and die later, touch you and die later, touch you and die later.. Because since I told him about you; You can live in peace now. 'Cause ever since I told him about you; the blood will intoxicate him like wine. 'Cause since I told her about you; There's no other way. In such a case, I tell my friend of heart, we live the same thing, because I wait for it vehemently.
No one gets rid of a habit or vice by throwing it out of the window; you have to go up the stairs, step by stepNothing is magically created, not even just reading beautiful sentences will make your problems go away. For this reason, beyond taking it as a saying, something romantic or "exaggerated" positivism, take it as advice to act, which is why it is called a motivational phrase; it's nothing more than aNever think about the consequences of missing a good shot. When you think about the consequences, you think of a negative outcome
The sun wanted to shine in the past Beyond the radiant face of a star And when it set its lightning on the Earth It found that there was a very beautiful girl. And while traveling the whole Earth, contemplating all this great beauty, embracing the flowers of their sweet caress, He tasted its immense glass of sweetness. And comparing the flowers with the girl He found that none was so pretty Neither the lilies, fuchsias and carnations And that's why he gave her the name Martita. And Martita grew up in great haste, Chasing away the elusive butterflies, Already flying in the transparent air, Or stopped in the corolla of roses. He ran barefoot into the field I picked up the pebbles from the estuary I contemplated the beauty of the afternoon And he did his chores carefully. He made the fifth his playground He conquered the height of the cherry and pear trees He enjoyed the shade of the palm and apple tree He danced to the rhythm of the breeze and the wheat field. And he rode his horse always fiery When she ceased to be a girl, she was a girl And he would leave for the city in an instant To buy a bra or a pill. And if some great sorrow overtook him And he needed to be well protected Or just when you felt sad he would play in don Genaro's forge. Until one of many days, any day Probably a Sunday morning He saw a honey, handsome boy While she looked out the window. And love came with its immense charm Love came with its joys and its torments She devoted herself to him with all her senses. With its days, its hours and its moments. And to the charm of mutual love To the infliction of its overwhelming strength He gave up his luxurious family life And being almost a girl, she became a lady. That's how God wanted it, that's how it should have been What God allows, man doesn't refute Even if everyone opposed it And a familiar debate was generated. The girl born in fortune was left in memory He lived poverty with distinction and decorum The swing of his arms replaced the cradle His children were his warmth.
Yesterday I visited the cemetery of my city and I stopped at the tomb of the empty cross I went there several times but he never looked at it and did not see it either. There is the name of a woman written on it and with beautiful characters in relief that remain over the years with its rains, storms and snow. But who is this woman who lives there? What is the story of the life you lived, it will remain in the memories of the past, will the remnants of the life he led remain? Did you enjoy the fragrant scent of flowers and the zigzag flight of beautiful butterflies, admired the curved glow of the rainbow and the pale pink that paints some roses? Were you a direct part of the countless story of unbridled, vile, cruel passion written in big white letters on a little piece of white paper? How radiant in your wedding dress? Bouquet in hand, you have reached the altar and the mischievous comment rude your purity no one will ever be able to defile it? Have you conquered the beginning of dawn, you have cultivated manly sighs on your way, you have worked under inclement suns when they wander walking towards their sunset? Have you loved love and pleasures, tasted the elixir of happiness, or lived in continuous suffering under the dark reign of unhappiness? Have you ever crossed my path Or have you just passed by my side? Covered with a cloak of sadness Walk with your measured step? Will we find ourselves face to face one afternoon And on your lips a beautiful smile blossoms And in modesty your cheeks have reddened You have fled from me precipitately? Has your smile caressed some wanderer, or are you spreading your smile all over the world, or your hand was spreading the tares with deeds of wickedness and cunning? Have you given yourself to the wrong man and your life has become a galloping winter, or have you given yourself to whom you loved passionately with all your heart full of joy? Have you ever fallen asleep gently, you have forgotten to simply wake up Or your life will be.
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