Thank you, for the amazing pictures that you send to me. I enjoy a lot all the dark magic that exist one by one.

estoi bored fine good u???:D>:D < muchos besos para ti te quiero mucho ..quidate :) b'bye!!!

bonita semana y muchos besitos y buena vibra

Amo las lluvias, amo el invierno, amo el frio, amo las nostalgia.........
Y las pequenas cosas de la vida
que hacen nuestra vida un poco mejor.....
Espero que estes bien saludos desde el caribe.....

Hola Cosme, que gusto me da recibir tus saludos. Gracias por pasar a visitarme! Que tengas una linda tarde amigo...

WISH YOU A WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY
TAKE CARE MY DEAR FRIEND
SLEEP WELL AND SWEET DREAMS
KISSES AND HUGS








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oh...and about my beloved....he went home with me...his parents live there too ...it was a great weekend in our hometown and now we have a great week toghether in Bucharest,were we live,study,work....and were we first got toghether...we are happy ...:)
best wishes....:)

hello my dearest friend...
thank yo for your message...it's great to have news from you...well I am happy...this weekend I went home,in Turnu Magurele (it 's my hometown-I grew up there) and I sow my grandmother who is the most important person for me because she raised me...she is 86 years old and she is the light of my eyes...:)
so I'm happy because I slept in my bed,I played with my cats and with my dog...I sat in my garden and I admired the nature....I love nature...It's my source of energy.When I'm sad or depressed I go to a park I go home and spend a hole day in my garden,thinking about the things that made me sad...I'm not an artist...I just have a soul and a spiritual life...I think about my spirit and I do things for it ...like connecting to the nature...maybe if next year I'll give my exam to the arts university,I'll be an artist to...for now it's just a hobby...I love to paint....
I hope you'll have a great week....

gracias espero que te vaya excelente en todo lo que hagas besos ^^

-mi

Hi Cosme ^^... Well solo pasaba para decearte un tenebroso tenebroso inicio de semana con interminables pesadillas y desveles nocturnos ... ENJOY ;) ... jajaj B-Y-E! :P
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Att: ~†¥ĐâЯҜRō§Ə¥†~ *HoPiNg YoU tHe DaRkEsT wEeKeNd Of YoUr LiFe ;)* ... TaKe CaRe ^^

Hey, muchas gracias, lo mismo para ti
Küses

III

If you hear: I died
here’s what it will really mean:

Thousands of colorful fish will be fluttering through my eye.
And the ground will hide me. And the weed will hide me.

And, in the meanwhile,
I’ll be flying high… High

Remember: there are no limits, but only temporary limits.

I’ll be sailing above you at downs. Downwind, slippery like silk.
I’ll be showing you horizons, outlines of rising era
and future sights with beauty of invisible wings.
…

I’ll be resting from unimportant, like galactic flocks,
that have grown together by pulsation ongoing in their souls.

I’ll be resting from unimportant, like deep forests,
that have grown together by branches into dense embraces.

I’ll be resting from unimportant like big birds,
that have grown together by wings and weaved a net in the entire sky.

I’ll be resting from unimportant like great loves,
that had grown together by lips, even before they met.

Do you really think that my hand, knee, or head,
could, tomorrow, turn into clay,
willow’s root
and grass?

Do you really think that a small secret, or a silly fear,
could, tomorrow, turn into silence,
darkness,
and dust?

You know I come from somewhere from the stars.
I’m all made out of light.

Nothing in me will
extinguish or shorten

I will only, as simple as that, at one random dawn,
return to my distant Sun, with gold in my eyes.

Because, I was meant for theatres
with plenty of heart and zeal, theatres of laughter and tears,
where there is no order, where there is quarreling,
and singing, and screaming, and applauses.
And the end is not known in advance.

Being punished for my every thought, let alone my every deed,
I’m suspected of tenderness
And found guilty for not extinguishing love with hatred
but with new, bigger love
and I don’t extinguish life with death,
but with something differently alive.

The last borders of infinity are just the beginning of more endless.

He who lasts longer than more lasting knows not for short term knowledge.

Never torture yourself with the question: how to survive,
But: how not to die after the final death.

IV

If you hear: I died
Don’t worry. In every century somebody mistakes me for
the tired and old.

There’s nowhere as many people as in one man.

There is nowhere as many differences as in the same things.

If you scratch through the spaces, you’ll dig me out of the wind.
I’m in the water, in the stones, in every dusk and dawn.

Being humanly versatile doesn’t mean being dehumanized

I am dividable by all sorts of things, but not destructible as well.

And all those miraculous states and renewal of myself
are nothing but a maelstrom
dull,
persistent,
long.

Do you know what are prophecies?
Molds of past occurrences and their breathlessness that chases itself around.

So why say goodbye? What are we sorry for?
I have lived a magnificent life
because I really knew how to do it
If you hear: I died,
- don’t believe it.
Because it’s something I don’t know how to do.

Love is the only air I’ve ever breathed
and laughter the only language in the world that I understand

I have just dropped by on this earth, to give you a wink.
To leave something behind
like a fluttering trace.

Therefore, don’t be sad.
The only thing I care for is
to remain silly in your eyes and strangely dear to your heart.
At night, when you look up to the sky,
you give me a wink too
let it be a secret.

In spite of gray days,
when you see a comet turning the horizon red,
remember: its me
still silly flying and living.

I
If you hear: I died
and I was dear to your heart
Maybe something inside you will also suddenly turn gray…
Have you ever at all thought about the true meaning of life?

Like snow on your palm, childhood melting away in you.
Worries…. Are there any worries? Sorrows… Are there any sorrows?
On the ladder of imagination boldly climb up to your youth.

That beautiful but enticing rainbow is waiting for you over there.

And live your life.
Live it to the very last drop. Don’t nibble days like a mouse.
Chew the air with all your teeth.
Run faster than the winds and the birds. Overtake them all.

Because, in the end, nothing lasts for long.

Smiling faces, in some mirrors, all of a sudden become wrinkled.
Unexpected: at some corner, a tear ambushes you.
Troubles come tiptoeing. Years turn grayer.
All of a sudden, the world, while you’re walking
becomes more and more narrow
And your laughter quieter and quieter and somehow distorted

Therefore, live, but completely!
…

II

Really, have you sometimes thought about what does it mean to die?

And where in fact does a man disappear?

What is it that takes him away forever?

Don’t go to cemeteries.

You won’t understand a thing.

Cemeteries are the darkest fair and an ugly theatre.

You are not meant for such theatres, with no hope and fire,
the theatres of dried up tears, where graveyard rules reign,
where there are no quarrels and songs, and no applause.

And the end is known in advance.

When playing riots and your formlessness,
don’t you ever wish to secretly reach new dimensions of sense
in neighboring futures?

I’ll explain it to you one day. If you find me there.

You know what I’ll do: I’ll brake your toy,
the one called pain,
if you get up the courage.

I’m not lying to you - I invent
things that have to exist,
but you haven’t discovered them yet, because you haven’t even looked for them.

Remember: reality is more real if you add unreal to it.

You will know me by silence. The eternals don’t talk.

To outwit the wisdom, learn how to listen.
Great answers show themselves to you

After countless births and some petty deaths,
when you realize one day that all that breathing doesn’t make a life,

Really, come to me,
to touch you with light and turn you into thought.

Even the farthest future has its future that carries inside the voice of its future

And there are no empty worlds.

The thing that we are not aware of is not nonexistence
but existence without us.

I've already understand it on your language :-)) hm...I like this "ANATOMY OF MONOTONY" I really do:-) I really apreciate everything from you and it fills my heart with joy :-*

hola mm no he esperaba que estubiera mejor pero mmmmm y tu que hiciste