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Inspiration

Creativity

Design...and all other demons

are part of a very interesting life. 

Ask Salvador Dali. 

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Hmmm

Life is short.

Flying a kite

is to me like playing Chess

or having an Amaretto

...or having a vanilla milkshake!

I have an endless joy while doing it.

Kind of childish...I know.

Whatever.

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In times of trouble...

Take this into account 

in times of trouble and despair

"Kites rise against the wind".

The stronger the wind, the higher they fly.

Don't forget it.

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About "Go fly a kite"

Err...yup, it does happen. Very often.

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It's how do you do.

It's usually not WHAT you do

it's HOW do you do.

Use your imagination!

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Isn't that crazy?

In a world full of sky

full of clouds and sunshine

only some want to fly

Isn't that crazy?

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Where art thou?

Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly

Oh where art thou butterfly?

(Lisa Marie Simpson's style)

Now seriously, where are you?

Not in Doha?

Go fly a kite!

:-)

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Do you remember?

Do you remember when I liked you to scratch my back?

It felt awesome, like...flying a kite.

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Go fly a kite.

I'm on the "Ginger and Cinnamon" tea these mornings.

Try it!

It will cheer you up.

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Keep calm.

Fly a kite!

It will cheer you up!

Trust me.

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A B C

Hoydespertesintiysintiendomemuysolo
Mehepasadotodoeldiapensandoenti
Pordondeandarasysiteacuerdasdemi
Siacasopiensasenmiaunqueseaunpoquito.

Estodeescribirteenredadoydeunasentada
EscomoelABCdenuestroamormehacesfalta.

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El atajo.

Entre tu boca y tu alma
tomo el atajo perfecto
el camino ideal
tus besos.

Y siempre ha sido así.

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Dancing in heaven.

I never thought
I'll ever get my feet this far.

Costume party.

There's a costume party in your life...
A strange costume party in your room.
The masks are the usual ones,
the lies are the expected ones.

Every night you repeat the dance
-The songs are the ones you paid for-
There are no naked surprises,
the skin is part of the deal...

You want something more
You want to give up the mask
and breath clean fresh air,
but you're afraid to fly.

You want something more
-for sure-
I want you
I want you.

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Role model

The earth is flat.
-All sub systems de-activated-
The sky is blue.
-All main systems activated-

Your heart is mine.
-Main systems on-line-
I'm a positive role model.
-Get the keys and be ready to roll-

PSB

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Re education

Some people surprise me
they think that re education is for the infants
but if you could learn the facts
there's so much more left behind.

Do you have a heart of glass
...or a heart of stone?

How much do you need?

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Todo es posible en el amor...

Estoy arrastrando mis doce patas
por tu espejo, en tu habitacion
lamiendo el area donde minutos antes
se proyectaba tu hermosa figura.

Voy alzando mis antenas al aire
disfrutando la estela de calor oloroso
que despide tu cuerpo sudado
como si me sujetara a la vida en ello.

Me muevo pesadamente
com mis seis alas guardadas
ya no quiero volar por los cielos
soy esclavo de tu sensualidad.

Soy tu eterno admirador, recojiendo por tus suelos
migajas de tu amor al mejor postor.
and it doesn't matter that much to me
Because
-I'm pretty when I cry-

A Gregor Samsa.

(Este debió ser en inglés)

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Waves in the sea.

Where are all your kisses gone?
Who is the wizard of Oz in your tale?
How we keep on playing after the sun is gone?
When I think of you...I see your smile fading away slowly.

All our memories are fading away
sleeping with the dragons deep in the ocean.
...like waves in the sea,
going nowhere.

(The above lines are better felt with the song
"Life" by Clark Kent & Mimi Page
in the background)

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The metro

I remember searching for the perfect words
...but I was lost.
If there is no sky
there's no need to fly.

I gave you my dreams
You gave me cold hands.
I asked for more and more
I couldn't see through you.

And at the very end
with my emotions buried in the sand
and a bitter sweet taste in my lips
I felt if I was riding on the metro.


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Zig Zag towers

I have seen the dreams of the blue turtles
exploding in a multicolor prism...
full of life, full of straight lines,
like twin sphinxes dressed by rainbows.

There were few curious eyes
floating around, thirsty of colors, techniques...
And I was standing there
stealing eternity from the source.

It was an earthquake of intersecting lines
and a warm soup of techniques.
Like a sketch for gardens at the olympus
or the secret color code for the Greek's DNA.

And there I was
a silly magician's apprentice
surrounded by Goddesses...
hypnotized by their moves.

Life is hard outside Shangri-la.

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Squared planet.

It's a squared planet.
It's a mechanic orange.

An endless noise of souls
living stolen dreams.

Sense it
Sense it

Is this soul shocked?

It's a squared planet
to be lived in squared rooms.

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Woman

I've been hiding here in my cave
like a silly bear with a cold nose
smelling an old bunch of wild flowers
wondering what went wrong.

The river sometimes enter in the cave
bringing some funny little fish in
that makes me smile. Still...
Is so cold here, so cold.  

I gaze at the stars on clear, lonely nights
and hear the whispers of the forest
(Thousand tiny voices)
spelling your name.

Can this pain be stopped?

I have lots of words
written in each of my bones.
Your hips are sailing through my veins.
It's a non sense world.

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Rain

Truth is all that matters.
Don't stop the rain.
Fill your moments with passion.
Love is all that matters.

Life is too short.

It's raining in Doha.

I love Rain.

I do.

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Just what I needed.

I sometimes think
of boys and girls affairs
It is like a game of wind and fire
...at the same time history is been set up.

I've been thinking also
on the burning sun of your ideas
and how it feels as a gap
impossible to jump over.

But love changes everything.

I guess it's just what I needed.

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Your picture.

Your picture, woman, is beating
to the rhythm of my pulse.
Your face is vibrating
in synchrony with my breathing.

You hair moves with my steps,
Your eyes dance with my moves!
The reason is plain and simple
...and couldn't be a better one.

I have your picture anchored
at the bottom of my heart.

And it feels so good
that I feel like dancing in the air.

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Dance with me.

Do you want to dance with me?
I'm the one who's been rollin dice
It's more than what I deserve
...But together we can melt the ice.

We will reach the stars.

Dance with me.

Alpha Towers.

Kochurani's dream

And after all the fireworks
I'm pretty sure
that if I told you that I love you
you may think there's something wrong...

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Loneliness.

Loneliness is not a bad thing
is ok sometimes to be alone.

Loneliness could be a source of inspiration
could even be seen as a step.

Loneliness only hurts
when I think of love. 

It hurts badly.

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Tic toc.

You can't see me. 

You don't even notice me.  
...but I can see you,

from my cave. 

Tic toc.

To be ignored.

Do you know how it feels
to be ignored by the person you love?
Do you know how it feels
to be invisible?

I know it.
I know it for sure.
I feel it every week...
You taught me how.

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A veces digo tu nombre.

A veces, mientras voy manejando
digo tu nombre
completito, nombre y apellido.
Muchas veces, hasta el cansancio.
(Que no llega nunca!)

Es mi mantra favorito
Tu nombre completo.
Y lo digo y lo repito
como si al hacerlo te tocara
como si estuvieras conmigo.

Digo tu nombre en voz alta
como invocando tu presencia.
A veces, con los ojos envidriados
digo tu nombre en voz queda. 

Como terminará esta historia?

Does darkness ends in light? 

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Tea, Fish and Curry.

I wouldn't change one minute with you
for all the Tea in China...
all the fish in Philippines
or for all the curry in India!

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Give yourself to me.

The reason is simple
I have all the keys
to melt your ice
to melt your heart.

Give yourself to me.

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Empty promises.

Is all the desert receive from the clouds
Empty, hollow promises.
Like a fairy tale
whispered in the ear of a toy.

A little Rain
perhaps
Petit, Bielle
If that.

The rest are just
empty promises.

And it may not change.

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Don't tell me why

All the dreams I stole to Istanbul
were destroyed in Amsterdam
Don't tell me why
there are no castles in the sky.

All your nervous smiles and cold hugs
were buried deep, deep inside my eyes
Please, don't tell me why
we have no castles in the sky.

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TOY

The fact that I was a toy for you
is not as painful as the fact
that I always knew it.
Maybe I deserve it.

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High Voltage

Our past love used to be high voltage

-a short circuit phase to phase-

Zero resistance, 

and a very, very high current.

The heat used to melt the busbars.

It was in the order of GigaWatts!

I'm glad you survived it.  

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BB

Ahora, que ya tengo el poder

Ahora es que se vas a bb.

Con brisa.

:-)

Te dije que no te fueras,

que esto se ponia bueno.

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Lío.

Al salir me dejaste la vida vuelta un lío

-it took me ages to start again-

tuve que aprender a reir

hasta tuve que aprender a caminar de nuevo...

Lo que no sabia

- y gracias a ti aprendí-

es que no hay nada mas sabroso

que pescar en rio revuelto.

En la proxima pared solida que veas

acerca tu frente varias veces con velocidad e intención

Y repite conmigo en voz baja

" por mi culpa, por mi culpa, por mi gran culpa"

:-)

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You pay his rent.

You're his puppet. 

...and you love it. 

:-)

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Aguila miope.

Las aves que habitan las alturas
estan dotadas de una vision superior
para discernir a distancia y con certeza
a los lobos feroces de los dociles ciervos.

Y de esta forma la madre naturaleza
dota de alimento tierno y presto
a algunos de sus privilegiados hijos
y sigue su curso, ingravida y gentil.

El asunto es que algunas Aguilas son miopes
y acaban siendo parte del almuerzo.

(Es que vengo de muy lejos)

☺️

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Vengo de muy lejos

He visto las planicies polvorientas
donde los dragones se acuestan frente al sol
a digerir placidamente los caballeros
de armadura blanca y reluciente.

He visto el punto exacto
donde Venus y Marte hacen las paces,
donde se tornan los arcoiris en perlas doradas
que resbalan por los cuellos de seda de los cisnes.

He visto de cerca el Yaque y el Yuna,
la Pelona y el Valle de la Vega Real.
El refugio de los Unicornios
y el santuario del colibrí.

Vengo de lejos
de muy lejos...

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The Family

The Family is the cell, the origin
of Society -through all the times-
and is correct -and a beauty deed-
to protect it the way you did it.

Remain confident
that you will get your prize for it.

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Too late

We should be intelligent enough
to realize when we can still fix things
and when it's too late.
For example, now it's too late.

Sometimes the future disappears
...like fine sand through our fingers.  

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El dolor

Es en ocasiones el dolor profundo
el ingrediente magico
el ingrediente poderoso
de una poesia magistral.

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Secrets

How many secrets can your heart keep?

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Como gotas gitanas.

Se escurren por los ruedos de tu falda

las ultimas gotas de mi sangre latina

que habian ido a peregrinar a tu templo
como gotas gitanas, pitonisas de tu vientre.

Resbalan por tu conciencia palida

gotas furtivas color rojo vino

desdibujando el futuro exotico
fundado en la exquisitez de tu raza.

Se van a dormir el sueño eterno

las gotas de mi sangre, que te siguen

desde los primeros trazos de tu sonrisa
que son tuyas desde antes de salir del corazon.

Se van allende los mares,

escapan por el desfiladero de tus piernas

las gotas gitanas de mi sangre caliente
para no tocarte nunca mas.

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In your own language.

I wish I could explain to you
-in your own language-
how slow is Te time passing by...
I wish I knew how to do it.

It is my true desire
to make you fully aware
of the deepness of the blue sea
on your own language.

But all I have are these silly words...

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Acostumbrado.

Me he acostumbrado
a seguir viviendo
a hacer las cosas de todos los dias
pensando en ti cada cinco segundos.

A veces me pregunto
si eso es un regalo o un castigo. 

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SHOPPING

Your eyes
Your smile
The beats of your heart
Your dreams...

Your hugs
The smell of your hair.
The way you walk
Your love.

Everything's for sale!

We're S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G

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