Lets talk about L.O.V.E. and the E.V.O.Lution of that there of........shall we?
while i cant be positive... i may in fact be falling into some sort of cryptic seismic scientific gravitational pull of love. is pluto really not a planet anymore? what the hell is it?
for me (para mi)
the smelll at first. enchanting. drunken.. oler~to smell. here and there a thought una pensamiento.... nothing more.certainly nothing less...
its science. its chemical. its the fantastic fatasmo of the beautiful trait of fate.
when he told me there is no fear only love. and couldnt tell me a time where his heart hurt i didnt believe him at first.
next day. brushing my teeth. face in mirror. my realization.
HA! i was choosing fear accepting fear creating fear so i could stay in the warmth of the lie that it will protect me.
i choose NOW to open myself . to release fear for what it is: air, nothing!!! into the wind. so long farewell and adios..........and then....
the liquid crystal.....free falling into an ABISMO of destiny.
where the sun and the moon share the light and never leave us in the dark.
rico= rich cara= face. cara rica.
the lines around his eyes.. the juxtaposition of the teeth. ..
smiling.. always.. as if he knows the secret and wants to share it with you......green eyes like the forest like the hills like the promise of new life in the spring.
his mind /his mente/ he cried tears of joy freely and lovingly.
the fixer the magician the knower of things.
the lover of all. dancing painting. here. here .
i think i am falling down this abyss but its not scary. its lovely. and freeing.
and i finally feel the burn of it again.. slowly from the inside. somewhere deep. gaining momentum and coming through me every way it can.
reina sofia?
Life Is Beautiful.
Buon giorno, Principessa!
Guido: I forgot to tell you.
Dora: Go ahead.
Guido: You can't imagine how much I feel like making love to you. But I'll never tell anyone, especially not you. They'd have to torture me to make me say it.
Dora: Say what?
Guido: That I want to make love to you - not just once, but over and over again! But I'll never tell you that. I'd have to be crazy to tell you. I'd even make love to you now... right here for the rest of my life.
Don't know, don't care.
"I was born a poet, lived as air.. my lips showed me the way."
