Loose Pages of my Diary

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"In the life of every man and every woman there is a son of a bitch who puts foot to bring down, but there is also this helping hand us raises from the ground"

Loose Pages of my Diary.

All newspapers, regardless of the content seem to and talk about the same things, Ana Frank's diary despite the critical time of its author meets requirement perfectly translate into a role of perpetrators, and the awakening to love.

Bridging the gap, seem loose pages Lucas Lazar and the diary of Ana Frank, in both there is claustrophobia, misunderstanding, intolerance, fear and terror, and although Anna pages do not exceed the adolescent period, we can imagine their maturity if it had not been assassinated in a concentration camp.

So far I've posted some black pages of my diary, moments of maturity and chapters corresponding to the childhood, but loose pages, these are the first and exclusive to COSMOFUNNEL, as is reality, sweet, bitter and impossible to change.

Loose pages are characterized by timeless, not knowing locate if the writing is recent or many years ago, in my life as the crab all seems to go back. Personal appointments and other authors that for various reasons can not locate, there are bits of songs, translations, poems and fiction and real-world situations, each row of the loose page is written based on sentiment, reasoning, understanding, but above all, on the basis and for the love.

What Nice Right?

Be sure that once the presentation starts with the first loose pages published on the Internet with a burst of luxury, a Norma Jean poem dedicated to his unique love and which is entitled...

* From how Many Ways I Love You? *

I wonder in the silence of the afternoon,
In the vast stillness of the night,
How many ways do I love?
Let me tell them...
Let's think! (LOL)

I love you with my breath,
I love you with the smile,
In tears, I love you
With all my life, and
Even in death,
I hand over my day.

Norma Jean.

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* ¿De Cuantas Maneras te Amo? *

Me pregunto en el silencio de la tarde,
en la inmensa quietud de la noche,
¿de cuantas formas te amo?
déjame que las cuente…
¡Vamos a pensar! (LOL)

Te amo con mi aliento,
te amo con la sonrisa,
te amo en las lágrimas,
con toda mi vida y,
aún en la muerte,
te entregaría mi día.

Norma Jean.

The history of Norma is standard is the story of a tragedy, a broken life and a crime yet to resolve.

United States and that phobia to Communism is leaving a trail of victims falls on behalf of the morale and morality of The American Families, is making a serious mistake, opening the door to the slander, persecution and insults to be completed stirring against all States that make up the nation, while is for Communists to below the stones racists sexists, the violent and uncompromising moralists are placed in positions of power and that will lead to the abyss all the ideals and rights who one day wielded The Union of American States.

There is no perfect crime, if the poorly researched, some times by default and others with premeditation and with complicity with the author or authors.

Body and soul,
Sadness and joy,
Life, and death
Input and output.

Earth and water,
Fertility and drought,
Ice and forge,
Truth and lie.

Opals and margaritas,
Cicadas and ladybugs,
Malachites October,
Shadows of dusk.

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Cuerpo y alma,
Tristeza y alegría,
Muerte y vida,
Entrada y salida.

Tierra y agua,
Fertilidad y sequía,
Hielo y fragua,
Verdad y mentira.

Ópalos y margaritas,
Cigarras y mariquitas,
Octubre de malaquitas,
De sombras de atardecer.

Is the image you have of me is that I wanted that outside, you've treated poorly but, sweetheart, don't you know that no one more important there is to me? Honey, do not you see beyond that, please? Tea master in a place where there is no the space or time, I love life.

Irons and stalactites,
Figures and switchboards,
October's bow ties,
Eyes trying to see.

Oil and water,
Lost belief,
Sweet and sour,
Whole and split.

Body and soul,
Sadness and joy,
Life, and death
Entry without exit.

Body Over Soul. Ethereal and Carnal.

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Hierros y estalactitas,
figuras y centralitas,
octubre de pajaritas,
de ojos que intentan ver.

Aceite y agua,
creencia perdida,
dulce y agria,
entera y partida.

Cuerpo y alma,
tristeza y alegría,
muerte y vida,
entrada sin salida.

Cuerpo Sobre Alma. Etéreo y Carnal.

Corrupt societies generate abominable laws and unjust sentences, when the judiciary is corrupt and journalism are prostitutes are always on the horizon plucked birds death incarnate to politicians.

Wine is written w, Government with v, use commas and parentheses gives the writing intonation, and after a stop there whenever lower row.

My dear diary, today I'm going to call Bat, (LOL), and I will put your name on it after your flaps of cardboard with black felt lining.

Dead leaves
petals in the wind and,
seeds to grow.

Quiet hours,
Stiff minutes and,
Seconds per drink.

If I die tomorrow,
Will I feel by your skin,
Will I feel by my dog,
And things undone.

But if tomorrow I die,
Anyone feel pain,
That it held not a duel,
To continue life in color.

Dried flowers,
Hay in the barn, and
Desire to run.

Red strawberries,
Deserted fields, and
Eagerness to learn.

If tomorrow I die,
That no one weep for me,
Remember that I love you,
And that we are born to die.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

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Hojas muertas,
pétalos al viento y,
semillas por crecer.

Horas quietas,
minutos yertos y,
segundos por beber.

Si mañana me muero,
lo sentiré por tu piel,
lo sentiré por mi perro,
y por las cosas sin hacer.

Pero si mañana muero,
que nadie sienta dolor,
que no celebren un duelo,
que siga la vida en color.

Flores secas,
heno en el granero y,
deseos por correr.

Fresas rojas,
campos desiertos y,
las ansias de saber.

Si mañana muero,
que nadie llore por mi,
recuerda que te quiero,
y que nacemos para morir.

Lucas Lazar. Contando Historias.

"In the garden of dates there are a few flyers who do not want to fall, that speak to us from the past and that lead us towards knowledge, these phrases, own and of others thoughts sprinkled with poems, songs and some reflection, events and events as seen from the perspective of the time acquire other color, other intention and another interpretation of the facts"

The Loose Pages of my Diary.

Dedication:

These pages are dedicated to all those people who have the courage to get lost between the lines of such extensive writings, but especially for Mireia Hadziomerovic, within a few hours will come into the operating room and will make you hope when you exit the intervention. Blessed is the devotion, blessed are the readers, it always accompanies them knowledge, magic and emoción.

A hug for everyone.

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