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Ella sabe que está buenota
Y no la presumen
Si yo fuera tu gato
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Coconut Dessert 🥥
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Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, silent, night and day.
Loving you is not
reject your flaws;
is to make me sensitive to them
and make you sensitive to them,
never expecting you to change them.
Loving you is not demanding of you, it is not forcing you,
It is not to pressure you, it is not to convince you,
It is not defeating yourself;
is to help you free yourself from yourself,
of me, of everything,
is to lend you my breath, to seduce you
without desires, or objectives,
is to enjoy yourself.
Loving you is not
be my colleague
in happiness,
is to be colleagues
in adversity,
where whe join anymore.
Loving you is not
take refuge in your person;
is to build a shelter together,
with our own hands,
where the whole world can fit.
Loving you is not wishing
be the center of your life;
is to drive you,
If you let me,
if I can do it,
to the life of your center,
without seeking rewards.
Loving you is not
give you my umbrella in the rain,
is that we close it and run
like children jumping
with no direction or destination.
Loving you is not giving up
to my dreams for you;
is waking up from my dreams,
with you,
taken from your hand.
Loving you is not flattering you
is not puffed up,
It is not weakening you
is not to get your attention,
it is not confusing you;
is to show you worth
of your shadow, the wonder
of your own light,
is to help you live alert,
is wanting you to fly
while I look at you, absorbed,
happy.
Loving you is not fearing you
is not owning you,
it is not guarding you,
It is not watching over you;
is hugging you warmly,
is to open my door for you,
is to observe you in full light,
in total darkness,
with the soul’s eyes.
Loving you is not just looking at you,
smell you, or taste you;
is looking with you at the same time
anything,
make me one with your smell,
be part of you.
Loving you is not
tell you that I love you,
It’s not to think that I loved you
that I will love you;
is asking myself
Yes I love you,
is to feel it, leaving
let it develop in me,
without any need to tell you.
Loving you is not
always be by your side,
It is not always thinking of you
It is not always dreaming of you;
is to be available to you,
is to be you, to become one with you,
is to be aware of your dreams,
and of mine with you,
is to allow
know me completely
to the very center of my pain,
and of my love.
Loving you is not
look at you from above,
or from below, from behind,
from the front;
is to cultivate a balance
that again and again
feel what happens
for our common center.
Loving you is not projecting
ideas about you is not idealizing yourself;
is to see you from afar, from close,
from within (from you),
from outside,
see you from beyond me.
Loving you is not loving you
only when you love me,
when you’re pretty
when you smile at yourself,
when you kiss me,
when you caress me,
when you walk gracefully,
when you are calm,
when you are happy;
is to accept you whole
As you are,
always and everywhere,
with simplicity,
gladly.
Loving you is not
accompany you anywhere,
is to go to that place
when we both feel like it,
and not by one obligation relationship.
Loving you is not writing that I love you;
is to share with you
the best of me (love),
no return,
without horizon.
Loving you is not writing you
my love poems;
is to be love when I write to you,
and when not.
- Ousía Poética (cc)
Amarte no es esperar algo de ti;
es simplemente esperarte,
en silencio, de noche y de día.
Amarte no es
rechazar tus defectos;
es hacerme sensible a ellos
y hacerte sensible a ellos,
sin esperar jamás que los cambies.
Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte,
no es presionarte, no es convencerte,
no es derrotarte;
es ayudarte a liberarte de ti,
de mí, de todo,
es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte
sin deseos, ni objetivos,
es disfrutar de ti.
Amarte no es
ser mi compañera
en la felicidad,
es ser compañeros
en la adversidad,
donde no unimos más.
Amarte no es
rechazar tus defectos;
es hacerme sensible a ellos
y hacerte sensible a ellos,
sin esperar jamás que los cambies.
Amarte no es
refugiarme en tu persona;
es construir un refugio juntos,
con nuestras propias manos,
donde pueda caber el mundo entero.
Amarte no es desear
ser el centro de tu vida;
es conducirte,
si tú me lo permites,
si soy capaz de hacerlo,
a la vida de tu centro,
sin buscar recompensas.
Amarte no es
entregarte en la lluvia mi paragua,
es que lo cerremos y corramos
como niños dando saltos
sin rumbo o destino.
Amarte no es renunciar
a mis sueños por ti;
es despertar de mis sueños,
contigo,
tomado de tu mano.
Amarte no es halagarte,
no es envanecerte,
no es debilitarte,
no es llamar tu atención,
no es confundirte;
es mostrarte la valía
de tu sombra, la maravilla
de tu propia luz,
es ayudarte a vivir alerta,
es querer que vueles
mientras te miro, absorto,
dichoso.
Amarte no es temerte,
no es poseerte,
no es custodiarte,
no es vigilarte;
es abrazarte cálidamente,
es abrirte mi puerta,
es observarte a plena luz,
en total oscuridad,
con los ojos del alma.
Amarte no es sólo mirarte,
olerte, o probarte;
es mirar contigo a la vez
cualquier cosa,
hacerme uno con tu olor,
formar parte de ti.
Amarte no es
decirte que te amo,
no es pensar que te amé,
que te amaré;
es preguntarme a mí mismo
si te amo,
es sentirlo, dejando
que se desarrolle en mí,
sin necesidad alguna de decírtelo.
Amarte no es
estar siempre a tu lado,
no es pensar siempre en ti,
no es soñar siempre contigo;
es estar disponible para ti,
es ser tú, hacerme uno contigo,
es ser consciente de tus sueños,
y de los míos contigo,
es permitir que
me conozcas por entero
hasta el mismo centro de mi dolor,
y de mi amor.
Amarte no es
mirarte desde arriba,
o desde abajo, desde atrás,
desde delante;
es cultivar un equilibrio
que una y otra vez
sienta que pasa
por nuestro centro común.
Amarte no es proyectar
ideas sobre ti, no es idealizarte;
es verte desde lejos, desde cerca,
desde dentro (desde ti),
desde fuera,
verte desde más allá de mí.
Amarte no es quererte
únicamente cuando me amas,
cuando estás guapa,
cuando te sonríes,
cuando me besas,
cuando me acaricias,
cuando caminas con elegancia,
cuando estás tranquila,
cuando estás feliz;
es aceptarte entera
tal cual eres,
siempre y en todo lugar,
con sencillez,
con alegría.
Amarte no es
acompañarte a cualquier lugar,
es ir a ese lugar
cuando los dos nos apetece,
y no por una relación de obligación.
Amarte no es escribir que te amo;
es compartir contigo
lo mejor de mí (el amor),
sin vuelta atrás,
sin horizonte.
Amarte no es escribirte
mis poemas de amor;
es ser amor cuando te escribo,
y cuando no.
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Es muy triste la situación en la que se encuentran los perritos de la calle. No seas malo con ellos y si puedes darles un poco de comida y agua, hazlo, nada te quita.
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Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, silent, night and day.
Loving you is not demanding of you, it is not forcing you,
It is not to pressure you, it is not to convince you,
It is not defeating yourself;
is to help you free yourself from yourself,
of me, of everything,
is to lend you my breath, to seduce you
without desires, or objectives,
is to enjoy yourself.
Loving you is not
reject your flaws;
is to make me sensitive to them
and make you sensitive to them,
never expecting you to change them.
Loving you is not
take refuge in your person;
is to build a shelter together,
with our own hands,
where the whole world can fit.
Loving you is not wishing
be the center of your life;
is to drive you,
If you let me,
if I can do it,
to the life of your center,
without seeking rewards.
Loving you is not giving up
to my dreams for you;
is waking up from my dreams,
with you,
taken from your hand.
Loving you is not flattering you
is not puffed up,
It is not weakening you
is not to get your attention,
it is not confusing you;
is to show you worth
of your shadow, the wonder
of your own light,
is to help you live alert,
is wanting you to fly
while I look at you, absorbed,
happy.
Loving you is not fearing you
is not owning you,
it is not guarding you,
It is not watching over you;
is hugging you warmly,
is to open my door for you,
is to observe you in full light,
in total darkness,
with the soul’s eyes.
Loving you is not just looking at you,
smell you, or taste you;
is looking with you at the same time
anything,
make me one with your smell,
be part of you.
Loving you is not
tell you that I love you,
It’s not to think that I loved you
that I will love you;
is asking myself
Yes I love you,
is to feel it, leaving
let it develop in me,
without any need to tell you.
Loving you is not
always be by your side,
It is not always thinking of you
It is not always dreaming of you;
is to be available to you,
is to be you, to become one with you,
is to be aware of your dreams,
and of mine with you,
is to allow
know me completely
to the very center of my pain,
and of my love.
Loving you is not
look at you from above,
or from below, from behind,
from the front;
is to cultivate a balance
that again and again
feel what happens
for our common center.
Loving you is not projecting
ideas about you is not idealizing yourself;
is to see you from afar, from close,
from within (from you),
from outside,
see you from beyond me.
Loving you is not loving you
only when you love me,
when you’re pretty
when you smile at yourself,
when you kiss me,
when you caress me,
when you walk gracefully,
when you are calm,
when you are happy;
is to accept you whole
As you are,
always and everywhere,
with simplicity,
gladly.
Loving you is not writing you
my love poems;
is to be love when I write to you,
and when not.
Loving you is not writing that I love you;
is to share with you
the best of me (love),
no return,
without horizon.
Amarte no es esperar algo de ti;
es simplemente esperarte,
en silencio, de noche y de día.
Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte,
no es presionarte, no es convencerte,
no es derrotarte;
es ayudarte a liberarte de ti,
de mí, de todo,
es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte
sin deseos, ni objetivos,
es disfrutar de ti.
Amarte no es
rechazar tus defectos;
es hacerme sensible a ellos
y hacerte sensible a ellos,
sin esperar jamás que los cambies.
Amarte no es
refugiarme en tu persona;
es construir un refugio juntos,
con nuestras propias manos,
donde pueda caber el mundo entero.
Amarte no es desear
ser el centro de tu vida;
es conducirte,
si tú me lo permites,
si soy capaz de hacerlo,
a la vida de tu centro,
sin buscar recompensas.
Amarte no es renunciar
a mis sueños por ti;
es despertar de mis sueños,
contigo,
tomado de tu mano.
Amarte no es halagarte,
no es envanecerte,
no es debilitarte,
no es llamar tu atención,
no es confundirte;
es mostrarte la valía
de tu sombra, la maravilla
de tu propia luz,
es ayudarte a vivir alerta,
es querer que vueles
mientras te miro, absorto,
dichoso.
Amarte no es temerte,
no es poseerte,
no es custodiarte,
no es vigilarte;
es abrazarte cálidamente,
es abrirte mi puerta,
es observarte a plena luz,
en total oscuridad,
con los ojos del alma.
Amarte no es sólo mirarte,
olerte, o probarte;
es mirar contigo a la vez
cualquier cosa,
hacerme uno con tu olor,
formar parte de ti.
Amarte no es
decirte que te amo,
no es pensar que te amé,
que te amaré;
es preguntarme a mí mismo
si te amo,
es sentirlo, dejando
que se desarrolle en mí,
sin necesidad alguna de decírtelo.
Amarte no es
estar siempre a tu lado,
no es pensar siempre en ti,
no es soñar siempre contigo;
es estar disponible para ti,
es ser tú, hacerme uno contigo,
es ser consciente de tus sueños,
y de los míos contigo,
es permitir que
me conozcas por entero
hasta el mismo centro de mi dolor,
y de mi amor.
Amarte no es
mirarte desde arriba,
o desde abajo, desde atrás,
desde delante;
es cultivar un equilibrio
que una y otra vez
sienta que pasa
por nuestro centro común.
Amarte no es proyectar
ideas sobre ti, no es idealizarte;
es verte desde lejos, desde cerca,
desde dentro (desde ti),
desde fuera,
verte desde más allá de mí.
Amarte no es quererte
únicamente cuando me amas,
cuando estás guapa,
cuando te sonríes,
cuando me besas,
cuando me acaricias,
cuando caminas con elegancia,
cuando estás tranquila,
cuando estás feliz;
es aceptarte entera
tal cual eres,
siempre y en todo lugar,
con sencillez,
con alegría.
Amarte no es escribirte
mis poemas de amor;
es ser amor cuando te escribo,
y cuando no.
Amarte no es escribir que te amo;
es compartir contigo
lo mejor de mí (el amor),
sin vuelta atrás,
sin horizonte.
- Ousía Poética (cc)
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