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Rosewood Finish Single Wine Presentation Box with Artwork on Hardboard Lid
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In a world that
doesn't want us anymore
my free spirited song is you
And the vastness
opens up around us
beyond the limit of your eyes
Brought forth is the feeling
brought forth among the tears
and it rises pretty high
and it goes
and it flies out to people's accusations
to all their indifferent legacies
supported by a desire for love
for true love
In a world that
(the wall falls one day)
is prisoner
(covered with wild roses)
we were breathing free
(revives or not)
you and me
(rises or not)
But the truth
(The abandoned forest)
shines clear today
(and for this surviving virgin)
and it's music crispy
(opens or not)
has sounded
(closes or not)
New sensations
new emotions
expressed now pure
for you
The veil of the ghost of the past
fallen leaves the immaculate picture
and timidly blowing is a wind of love
of pure love
And I rediscover you
Sweet companion
you don't know how to ask but you know
that wherever you go
I'll be by your side
if you want it
Stones, one day, houses
get covered with wild roses
they're reviving, calling us
The abandoned forest
and for this surviving virgin
opens or not
closes or not
In a world that
is prisoner
we were breathing free
you and me
But the truth
shines clear today
and it's music crispy
has sounded
New sensations
new emotions
expressed now pure
in you
The veil of the ghost of the past
fallen leaves the immaculate picture
and timidly blowing is a wind of love
of pure love
And I rediscover you
and I rediscover you
Laura Pausini
About Juliediela Hermoso Correa
I currently identify with this Canticle:
"Come over here," some with sweet eyes tell me,
and they extend their arms to me, sure
that it would be good for me to hear them
when they say "Come here!"
I look at them with exhausted eyes
(there are, in my eyes, ironies and fatigue)
and I cross my arms
and I never go there ...
My glory is this:
Create dehumanity!
Do not accompany anyone.
-I live with the same indifference
with which I tore my mother's belly.
No, I'm not going around! I'm just going where
They take my own steps ...
If what I want to know, none of you answers me,
Why do they repeat "Come over here"?
I prefer to slip through muddy alleyways,
remove the winds
like rags, drag your bloody feet,
to go out there ...
If I came to the world, it was
to deflower virgin forests
and draw my own feet in the unexplored sand!
The rest I do is worth nothing.
How, then, will you be
those who give me impulses, tools and courage
to tear down my obstacles? ...
In his veins runs the ancient blood of the grandparents
and love the easy things!
I love the Mirage and the Distant,
I love the abysses, the torrents, the deserts ...
Platform! You have streets,
they have gardens, they have pots,
they have homelands, they have roofs,
and they have rules and treaties and sages and philosophers.
I have my Madness!
I pick her up, like a torch, let her burn in the dark night,
and I feel blood and foam and chants on the lips ...
God and the Devil are the ones who guide me, nobody else.
Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother,
but I, that I do not start or conclude,
I was born of the love between God and the Devil.
Oh, may no one give me pious intentions!
Nobody ask me for definitions!
Nobody tell me "Come here!"
My life is a gale that broke loose.
It is a wave that has risen.
And one more atom that is animated ...
I do not know where I'm going,
I do not know where I'm going,
- I know I do not go there!
José Regio