Without compassion we are nothing but flesh in my eyes and tongue ... to speak, with ears ... to listen, to think with a brain ... with heart ... to love ... but, without a soul ... to really mourn. We do not need freedom, we need to laugh ... because that helps us be free men and women, if we do not smile at every new day again the little death of sleep and pain to bed so alone with ourselves ... but we share with another bed-linen. Life going too fast wrapping of apparent truths, that seem important ... when the important thing is staring ... the shadows of my furry friend blind, half-time coffee warms your inner restlessness ... does it matter that the concepts retype lost in some odd hundreds of bits of memory! ... in a blog, on the ocean cyber ... What transcends is that I am a free man smiling ... and a very little I care if my name philosophize and say I'm a slave to a pronoun or an adverb ... continue smiling. As I will continue to walk among friends and strangers who pass ... looking at the sky, looking for familiar shapes in the clouds of a beautiful evening walk cycle ... I'm here because I want to be, who want to be. With you ... and with them. At that ... I sent a smile. And you think this is corny (or message decode it incomprehensible ...) I feel sorry for him or her, so busy in defining the things that really concern us and belong.
enjoy listening to the Dalai Lama ... especially, taking his gentle smile as she talks with that cadence quiet ... as I delight in listening to people disoriented and anxious at the supermarket checkout queue. Looking around in fear, and yet ... waiting impatiently for someone to brew them to speak up and talk with other aggrieved. This is without doubt ... a perfect world, full of bright colors that seemingly go unnoticed ... like those little yellow flowers in the pot of nasty neighbor across the street, as night falls. (Herding his banner with the laundry cleaner) and always ... there is an old plastic ball and longing in the yard I apetecerÃa kick at goal from the corner ... (A space ... for a homespun nirvana) Suddenly without understanding it very well ... a while now, I love the little things ... Tripping over an old movie in a new television channel. Imagine how it will be that different shades of Nassau on a Saturday morning in rain and reflection. Eat half a tomato with salt and olive oil. Contemplating this moment absolutely wonderful it begins to rain in the street and the mediocrity of an afternoon of boredom ... Things that make me laugh. Like watching a black and white stray cat challenge me to a duel of eyes in the middle of the sidewalk, when I passed him ... or stepped on, fuck a mutt pedigree whatever his master decided to leave a gift for me side. And never stop smiling ... (for those unable to do so) but look like an idiot ... or, is who you want to define as such, judging from a coma ... or become a smiley. (A brief pause)
enjoy listening to the Dalai Lama ... especially, taking his gentle smile as she talks with that cadence quiet ... as I delight in listening to people disoriented and anxious at the supermarket checkout queue. Looking around in fear, and yet ... waiting impatiently for someone to brew them to speak up and talk with other aggrieved. This is without doubt ... a perfect world, full of bright colors that seemingly go unnoticed ... like those little yellow flowers in the pot of nasty neighbor across the street, as night falls. (Herding his banner with the laundry cleaner) and always ... there is an old plastic ball and longing in the yard I apetecerÃa kick at goal from the corner ... (A space ... for a homespun nirvana) Suddenly without understanding it very well ... a while now, I love the little things ... Tripping over an old movie in a new television channel. Imagine how it will be that different shades of Nassau on a Saturday morning in rain and reflection. Eat half a tomato with salt and olive oil. Contemplating this moment absolutely wonderful it begins to rain in the street and the mediocrity of an afternoon of boredom ... Things that make me laugh. Like watching a black and white stray cat challenge me to a duel of eyes in the middle of the sidewalk, when I passed him ... or stepped on, fuck a mutt pedigree whatever his master decided to leave a gift for me side. And never stop smiling ... (for those unable to do so) but look like an idiot ... or, is who you want to define as such, judging from a coma ... or become a smiley. (A brief pause)
