Carton Hearts

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"A tablespoon of"The Memory"at night, another in the afternoon and another tablespoon in the morning keeps our mind fresh and completely renovated, and the body as healthy and as flexible as a branch of"

The Sentimental SparrowSong Clinic.

After an advertising Council of our sponsor I will read a letter from the small Vegas and coming signed by...

One Undecided.

My dear Dr. SparrowSong:

In principle, I want to tell you that I'm still his program almost from the beginning of his editing in Internet, all the subjects you addressed seem cutting edge, I would ask you please not tell you my real name on the Web, I beg to safeguard the privacy of the people involved in my dilemma, a dilemma that has become a problem and that gives me great sorrow I'd like you with your wise experience could advise me. Having said that I tell him the reasons of my letter.

Due to the work of my father I've used to change the House regularly, it is not uncommon that you start the course in Arkansas and finished it in Canada, Pope says that travel is always an item added to a writer's life, but the reality is much more grim and depressing, when I start to get used to a land, a home an Institute, a sky and a few friends, always... always we have to move.

The year last Pope was teaching a seminar in Hawaii, during a typical Festival of the island met Homer, went out several times, and almost without realizing it I fell for it, when we left there, kissing, between hugs and tears I promised to love you always, promised to us and each other we commit ourselves heart, our relationship has been maintained until today through FB and video conferencing by Skype.

So far everything seems perfect and normal, but a few months ago my father was transferred to Nevada and without hardly give me account I've become in love, is called Roland, I love him, but the memory of Homer makes me feel very bad, very unhappy and with strong feelings of guilt.

My beloved and admired SparrowSong I would like to know that I have and that I can do, waiting for his answer bids farewell to someone that admires her, following her and that trusts that it will try to put a little light to so much uncertainty and so much disappointment.

No more goodbye one… Undecided!

* My Heart is All *

My heart is not an apartment,
It is not a hovel but a great mansion,
My heart is a bright room,
Decorated red and full of passion.

My heart is not a grotesque,
It is not a live without but a big reason,
My large heart has opinion,
Imbued with joy, happiness and passion.

My heart is not a chorus,
Or a litany of a single song,
My heart is a composition,
Dedicated to the life, death and the illusion.

My heart is not just yours,
Within it there is a real legion,
Are not two cups of you my religion,,
There are thousands of cups waiting for observation.

My heart is a quiet river,
Without uncertainty and indecision,
My heart is a composition,
Dedicated to the life, death and the illusion.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

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* Mi Corazón es de Todos *

Mi corazón no es un apartamento,
No es un cuchitril sino una gran mansión,
Mi corazón es un luminoso salón,
Decorado de rojo y repleto de pasión.

Mi corazón no es un esperpento,
No es un sin vivir sino una gran razón,
Es de todos mi amplio corazón,
Impregnado de gozo, de dicha y de pasión.

Mi corazón no es un estribillo,
Ni una letanía de una sola canción,
Mi corazón es una composición,
Dedicada a la vida, a la muerte y a la ilusión.

Mi corazón no es tan solo tuyo,
Dentro de él hay una auténtica legión,
No hay dos tacitas de te en mi corazón,
Hay miles de tacitas esperando su porción.

Mi corazón es un tranquilo río,
Sin incertidumbre y sin indecisión,
Mi corazón es una composición,
Dedicada a la vida, a la muerte y a la ilusión.

Lucas Lazar. Contando Historias.

SparrowSong reply:

My dear friend, I gather by your letters that you're very young, almost girlish and are giving great importance to something which really don't have it.

I certify that due to your few years you are confusing friendship with love, you're not fooling anyone, Homer and Rolad are two friends who you like, apart from that there is nothing more, will be the time who say if one or the other can be something else.

You must do the following, send a poem to one and other, depending on your answers, you will have to follow with both, one or none and eliminate your contacts both friends forever, the poem is as follows:

* Carton Hearts *

You gave my heart,
And I have no regrets,
But my young heart,
It is not an apartment,
But a large mansion.

You gave my heart,
next to the garment,
You showed my heart,
Planning heat,
And a vibrant passion

You gave my heart,
And I have no regrets,
But my young heart,
It is not an apartment,
But a large mansion.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

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* Corazones de Cartón *

Te ofrecí mi corazón,
y no me arrepiento,
pero mi joven corazón,
no es un apartamento,
sino una gran mansión.

Te entregué mi corazón,
a la sombra del huerto,
te mostré mi corazón,
planeando con el viento,
y vibrante de pasión.

Te ofrecí mi corazón,
y no me arrepiento,
pero mi joven corazón,
no es un apartamento,
sino una gran mansión.

Lucas Lazar. Contando Historias.

If your friends are faithful they will accept a heart that is shared with other people, but if his selfishness is unhealthy shown jealous and that's when still loving them must immediately cut until the affair go more.

Looking forward to being released from your soul a little weight I say goodbye with a Council of our sponsor and wishing you and all readers the best.

"Gone are those confusing names, those fuzzy places with"The Memory"and all those forgetful things that we never managed to remember, a tablespoon of"The Memory"at night, one in the afternoon and one in the morning after breakfast will give our minds brightness, ability and conviviality"

The Worlds of SparrowSong.

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