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De regreso a la memoria
1 min read
Writer: Juan
Y el calor del amor de él
solo se comparaba con la luz en los ojos de ella
cuando, cogidos de la mano,
se amaban por las calles de esa Venecia improvisada
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Y el calor del amor de él
solo se comparaba con la luz en los ojos de ella
cuando, cogidos de la mano,
se amaban por las calles de esa Venecia improvisada
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Improvisada
1 min read
Writer: Juan
Y el calor del amor de él
sólo se comparaba con la luz en los ojos de ella
cuando cogidos de la mano
se amaban por las calles de esa Venecia improvisada
Pensado como entrada, dejado como diario, porque más que arte, aún siendo arte, es mi vida contigo.
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Ban's drawings account here in dA
Juan's long stories account here in dA
Great friends
Y el calor del amor de él
sólo se comparaba con la luz en los ojos de ella
cuando cogidos de la mano
se amaban por las calles de esa Venecia improvisada
Pensado como entrada, dejado como diario, porque más que arte, aún siendo arte, es mi vida contigo.
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Ban's drawings account here in dA
Juan's long stories account here in dA
Great friends
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Open letter to myself
3 min read
Writer: Ban
Hello there~
I just wanted to say you are young. Incredibly young, and happy inside, laughing in the shower for no reason, smiling in the bus because you exist, without realizing it, without willing to admit it. Why are you worrying about the future, like you were going to die the day after tomorrow? Why are you refusing to live your youth like there was so little time left it would not worth it? You are 21 years old. Since the day before yesterday, and you will live another 21 years, and another 21, and another 21, and maybe 21 more, before having to say goodbye to this world.
Time is not over, dear. Time just started, and you have been wasting it these last months and few years because... why? Because you are afraid? Because yes? Because it would come to and end anyway? Are that reasons at all? Years won't come back, and maybe it will be some regrets for having let them go, but that's not the end. The end is far away, in the future you are afraid of, in the conditional tense you refuse to turn into present tense. Erase the blame, honey.
Listen to your friends and loved ones, that have said this to you so much times before me. Listen to the music you like, sing out loud, do what you want, stop complaining. Live, for your own sake, live and be beautiful the way you know to be, give light to the world, light that is the only thing you have and the only thing you are. Free your happiness from the little dungeon you have at the bottom of your soul, and let it arise and illuminate our lives. Next time you cry, let the tears be sincere. Don't try so hard. You know the lyrics.
Please save me from the dark,
The person who better knows you.
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The Ban drawings account here in dA
The Juan long stories account here in dA
Great friends
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Précaution: Dans cet espace il n'y a pas beaucoup français (ou autres langues) parce qu'avec eux nous ne pouvons pas exprimer toutes nos idées malades avec la même plasticité qu'avec l'Espagnol. Excusez-nous, ami étranger.
Warning: In this profile there isn't very much English (or other language) because with that language we can't express all our sick ideas with the same plasticity than with the Spanish. We're sorry, foreign friend.
Hello there~
I just wanted to say you are young. Incredibly young, and happy inside, laughing in the shower for no reason, smiling in the bus because you exist, without realizing it, without willing to admit it. Why are you worrying about the future, like you were going to die the day after tomorrow? Why are you refusing to live your youth like there was so little time left it would not worth it? You are 21 years old. Since the day before yesterday, and you will live another 21 years, and another 21, and another 21, and maybe 21 more, before having to say goodbye to this world.
Time is not over, dear. Time just started, and you have been wasting it these last months and few years because... why? Because you are afraid? Because yes? Because it would come to and end anyway? Are that reasons at all? Years won't come back, and maybe it will be some regrets for having let them go, but that's not the end. The end is far away, in the future you are afraid of, in the conditional tense you refuse to turn into present tense. Erase the blame, honey.
Listen to your friends and loved ones, that have said this to you so much times before me. Listen to the music you like, sing out loud, do what you want, stop complaining. Live, for your own sake, live and be beautiful the way you know to be, give light to the world, light that is the only thing you have and the only thing you are. Free your happiness from the little dungeon you have at the bottom of your soul, and let it arise and illuminate our lives. Next time you cry, let the tears be sincere. Don't try so hard. You know the lyrics.
Please save me from the dark,
The person who better knows you.
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The Ban drawings account here in dA
The Juan long stories account here in dA
Great friends
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Précaution: Dans cet espace il n'y a pas beaucoup français (ou autres langues) parce qu'avec eux nous ne pouvons pas exprimer toutes nos idées malades avec la même plasticité qu'avec l'Espagnol. Excusez-nous, ami étranger.
Warning: In this profile there isn't very much English (or other language) because with that language we can't express all our sick ideas with the same plasticity than with the Spanish. We're sorry, foreign friend.
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Requiscant in pace
2 min read
Writer: Juan
Luego de la tormenta no sale el sol
sino que las nubes cansadas se pintan de gris
luego de la catástrofe no viene Dios
pero en el silencio se le oye sonreír
Tras los tiempos de dolor no llega la alegría
sino la calma chicha que trae la paz
el hormigueo en la espalda tras bajar la carga
y el callado contento de la soledad
Feliz año 2013
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The Ban drawings account here in dA
The Juan long stories account here in dA
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Précaution: Dans cet espace il n'y a pas beaucoup français (ou autres langues) parce qu'avec eux nous ne pouvons pas exprimer toutes nos idées malades avec la même plasticité qu'avec l'Espagnol. Excusez-nous, ami étranger.
Warning: In this profile there isn't very much English (or other language) because with that language we can't express all our sick ideas with the same plasticity than with the Spanish. We're sorry, foreign friend.
Luego de la tormenta no sale el sol
sino que las nubes cansadas se pintan de gris
luego de la catástrofe no viene Dios
pero en el silencio se le oye sonreír
Tras los tiempos de dolor no llega la alegría
sino la calma chicha que trae la paz
el hormigueo en la espalda tras bajar la carga
y el callado contento de la soledad
Feliz año 2013
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The Ban drawings account here in dA
The Juan long stories account here in dA
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Précaution: Dans cet espace il n'y a pas beaucoup français (ou autres langues) parce qu'avec eux nous ne pouvons pas exprimer toutes nos idées malades avec la même plasticité qu'avec l'Espagnol. Excusez-nous, ami étranger.
Warning: In this profile there isn't very much English (or other language) because with that language we can't express all our sick ideas with the same plasticity than with the Spanish. We're sorry, foreign friend.
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Twenty years old
2 min read
Writer: Juan
I am the happiest man ever
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The Ban drawings account here in dA
The Juan long stories account here in dA
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Précaution: Dans cet espace il n'y a pas beaucoup français (ou autres langues) parce qu'avec eux nous ne pouvons pas exprimer toutes nos idées malades avec la même plasticité qu'avec l'Espagnol. Excusez-nous, ami étranger.
Warning: In this profile there isn't very much English (or other language) because with that language we can't express all our sick ideas with the same plasticity than with the Spanish. We're sorry, foreign friend.
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I am the happiest man ever
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The Ban drawings account here in dA
The Juan long stories account here in dA
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Précaution: Dans cet espace il n'y a pas beaucoup français (ou autres langues) parce qu'avec eux nous ne pouvons pas exprimer toutes nos idées malades avec la même plasticité qu'avec l'Espagnol. Excusez-nous, ami étranger.
Warning: In this profile there isn't very much English (or other language) because with that language we can't express all our sick ideas with the same plasticity than with the Spanish. We're sorry, foreign friend.
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People of the Lie:
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