2014 Fernando Alarcon Alarcon Corporation Inc. 16/04/2014
Many poems about all things in life. (My loves stolen from myself.)
Preface When I was younger and there was no email , text message , mobile feel free to buy any of the means used was to write a letter and even after some time I still used this feature to write letters . The energy that is expended when writing seems much greater than in an e- mail where you can not waste time in talking much, express feelings in more depth and stuff. Today we have e-books , audio -book , but still think the paper book never lost its glamour and have for years his faithful followers , know that give the book its due attention. The poems and essays I posted here had been made for years and were archived , I hope whoever reads like , enjoy and do well in the eyes and soul , though a little melancholy they were made in a time when people still cared to show their feelings . Many of them I posted in chat rooms of UOL being very cursed , praised or criticized on rare occasions ... Fading of love ... ( Written for a girl I met on the net , but we
were never together ... ) As nightfall comes suddenly . I stop to think about everything that happened Now love only exists in my mind . What was once beautiful , sad , soon died ... I see no reason my beautiful ... So once again you cry We 've been through this before ... Please , I beg you do not ignore me ! At all times of our lives . I never lied when I told her my wishes . Today I woke up and my dreams became empty ... And I felt that my wish turned longing. I could not notice the passion in your eyes This could be goodbye for eternity . Things change my cat , forgiveness ... Because today we live in longing ... I know you think up sleeping Without further intentions of hurting you Everything was just a misunderstanding .
I wish I could explain without harming this time a whole tight feeling Have a little quiet to think, resignation ... If I did not commit a crime because they feel robbed me? Because I feel this pain in my heart? * Aloprada , back at me , waiting for you to ... 2
Poetry withering the illusion! (Written for a great love of the Oyster River RJ) Walking through life, now I’ve learned what is burning ... After hurting my feet on the stones of fascination. I see the calluses were made sorrowful in my soul ... And a lot of ghosts who accompany me in loneliness. The ephemeral passion is a fire burning in the
chest ... An ethereal flame that runs out fast. I engrossed myself for making paths adventures. Leaving a trail of trouble behind my mind. When I met you, I realized that it was actually better. You threw away my fanciful dreams ... And sorry for my shyness to take what was not. I felt how all my moments are precious! I tore my heart to worship this image. To place on the altar of vanity all my affection. My illusions lent, little remains . But you unlearned what is loneliness ... Unless ashes of memories of a past not so far. It seems that I lived another life where I do not remember which ... Full of unfulfilled desires and dreams unfulfilled ... Vain expectations , a life was not enough to see if it had an end . I have an old folder very yellow letters, perhaps
remnants. That one day there was a great passion forgotten in time ... I have had in a lifetime person esteem temporary ... And all the words that I told her ... “They left with the wind “. Nowadays I'm not remembering at the thought of someone! Why actually be submerged in the paths of reflection ... And there was a part of my heart bleeding in goodbye! That one day deceive me something true ... a passion! If you do not remember, I never remember me ... From each of your sweet words. And with every minute that you dreamed ... I dreamed awake, or awake, no matter, no, yes ! Finally, this story of “soul mate " is somewhat deceiving. And that elude me that you were made for me ... 3
Rude awakening ... Dawned ... I do not want to open your eyes and see the empty next to me! I still remember the last evening when you kissed me ... This fantasy can come to an end ... No... never, never want to lose you again . As a mint . Your taste with my taste in the mouth mixed ... Now what do I do with this memory you have left ... Show me your step to be able to follow them through. I have no direction nor E- mail, no cell to investigate. Did not remember to note me, because beside you feel an infant, you hid from me to suffer see me, belittled. I'm here waiting on that beach stone to talk. And now this, the last moment and the last second is the term ... Come on now, why you laugh today, tomorrow
may cry. Why would delay the inevitable, his eyes seeking mine! Listen to the voice of your heart and let me tell you how it is. In my life have meaning in my right as an equation Because your name is my love, for thy name is woman...!
4 Despair! You do not know how hard is hurting me when he asks : Where your joy this man ? Ask me slyly with your voice that hurts , where such distress , which is now intense and manifest in my being comes . You know this bitterness that I try in vain to hide from thee comes from unrequited love : a long distance from your eyes , an affection that cannot flourish by your whims premeditated .
You hardly know that the days are passing , and with it my desire to have you in my arms , will be slipping away ... I wish I could vent , tell you many naive , simple and pure words , however are striking when spoken to soul ... There is so much to say and so much to be unforgettable . I do not know if I feel selfish wanting you and loving you , and crazy for loving you and without even giving up the most precious thing in my life ... I'm giving up the air I breathe , the water I drink every time I try to forget you , every time I lay in the distance you my mind ... In my fantasy you are like red-hot brand , and made an eternal tattoo shaped my conscience in my ethereal plane of consciousness ... Loving you is insanity , is contradiction , people call me crazy , say there is no longer that ... unfortunately I have hopes for you yet , I still feel the last kisses ... I'm mad because you're not here to listen to cry your name ... A roar of despair echoes a cry of agony skew arises only echo comes in combination , to show that I am not abandoned , not to say I'm
empty ... I'm like a sea without fish without you , without a dry tree and fruit , a cloudy morning dawns raining abundantly , you are my everything and my whole and every day I am nothing without all you can give me . I forgive you because I know you do not know what you do you fall in love and fall out in a split second , your laughter bursts can become decadent tears ... I feel that your heart girl tells you many things , but never tells you what is right and what is wrong, as thou knows ... Do not destroy this heart that implores him a sincere affection and a few words of affection , it can be your only friend and tomorrow may be far due to its assumption ... When scrolling through the hard path of life takes you these words to one day not have to drink their own tears of loneliness ... 5 For you " Aloprada " ( Leticia , Rio ) , who entered the room UOL of Spiritualism :
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Impossible to love someone who did not come from some part or came to a certain place , who knows ... Counting the minutes time suffocates my hope of happiness even for a measly moments for the unknown . Despite living under the same sun and the same sky he does not shine to me as more shining, why not see you shine! The stars seem opaque near the brightness of your look that brings me to the distant sea and the lost illusions of my unconscious lose myself increasingly ... II Navigating these seas of my being , I know I 'm nothing ... I suffer too much with the distance of our hearts is greater than is defined . The heart is bleeding in pain and desperate
looking you in the most beautiful star of the night and you are light years from me in every way. Your kisses are forbidden , even came in a letter printed with red hot lipstick successfully sent by a daring emissary ... I cannot try your hug albeit as a friend and am content with the warmth of your sweet words . III Other differences divide us and separate us ever today , leftover only in dreams where everything is consent . Chimerical find that happiness is the world’s dream our love would be possible, yet that does not pass by beautiful words ... I'm happy. Impossible and insane is this love that I do not try to plan ... not idealize for finding sin not to steal you , free will . I was your love for a few hours , but I rejoice in the madness of your time and appeal to God in a prayer ... IV And I can only say so shy that these expressions are pleased you to ... Cause I'm not troubadour, just blown away writing love letters to whom this far ...
What then are passionate and beautiful letters as blue skies , but showing kindness and friendship above all things . Charged with respect and reverence thy person , full of grace and acceptance ... Because these lines cannot describe the beauty I see when I 'm talking to you very simply : - I like you ! 6 To be or not be without you! I look for a reason to be what I do not want to be ? To be what I want to be and always will be without you ? What be worth or what have you without ? Only a lot of dreams to fade ... To be or not to be, to be , if I want to be without you , matter to me ? If the path, towards the north, the direction seems pie? If all , utopia , the dream , the idea , the fantasy seems dead ? If who I hope ( ! ) , Or do not expect ( ? )
And I despair not hit my door ... Rain that comes in the morning and hides my pain ... Do not leave ... Do not! Please never pass another night of torment ... Wipes, dry, wrinkles, wash the tears off my face right now! And this particular rainfall suspends the floor to the sky. In my bloody hands cut thorn. Beautiful red roses were born of disarray. A love that left me dejected, melancholy, alone ... Which deprived me without pity, without mercy, your love! Ah powerful woman ... Bewitched! You have full submission. Caresses of your surroundings become captive, servant, thief ... My sensible head, correct, concise, became a melting pot! Where I became a diversion in their skillful, and vivid
Shrewd hands! Hears the call, the growling, the cry of your love slave. What in your hands 'm just simply just a poor dazzled. Obeying your orders without scold without ringer without sin ... I wanted to throw you a charm and you just enchanted ... Have mercy this humble mortal! Victim of your charm, wonder, lullaby, fatal ... That burning in your arms found the end. Let me in on your plans, goals, and dreams. Let me be your clown, your clown, a smiley! Strip myself, this apathy, routine, leaving ... 7
Daydreams ...
When I thought all my fantasies were buried and that my life would be a clear and unwavering certainty, I found in your eyes the mysterious magic of love ... Crossing your path again I was on the ropes ... not between good or evil ... And between the sweet of your kisses made my life earning a taste that I had not tasted before. You were the woman I always dreamed with all the beautiful qualities and defects that may have a muse ... Think he would ever find a someone so special in my empty life ... But was I in thee rediscovered the magic of implied terms in the most romantic declarations , those spoken only with the look . The statements are not manifested only in your mouth, they’re like a song echoing my poetry in motion ... You are not you just ... floats your step! With its small steps walks the sidewalks spreading your beauty and your flooding the air with intoxicating fragrance that wave leaving May where raisins ... You are my permanent spring !
When I open the window, the birds sing blissful, feeling my joy though they are mere sparrows chirping repeatedly! Because you are the sun that lights my life at dawn creating the light of my consciousness and lucidity that clarifies my way when fumble in the darkness of my darkness ... If God made anything better than you , he kept this secret with him , nor the wisest managed to unlock them ... Before , I felt an immeasurable void, lived in an existential ostracism seemed to be endless ... Looking instruct me confine myself in books and homilies , so never needed you, living as a hermit , you haunt me in dreams at night walking roads illusion of my desires . Crawling in the memories of a past ruins of my fallen ego that held my lack of love , running away from you like the devil runs from the sky ... The salvation I sought in books and in my prayers was your love and I did not realize this ... At dusk where I do a meditation , you are the brightest star in the sky for those who superstitiously I practice a plea that does not leave me more nor this , nor the other to come ...
In immerse dusk where I lay my colorful costumes , you are in my dreams even awake! Protecting me from myself, helping me in my trials, you are the essential energy that flows in the arteries of my will. You are the ocean and the mermaids that delight me , the waves that come and go on the backwaters of days that make me have daydreams of love and daydream with your candy kisses ... The menacing reef in my life where I want to drag me in this seat adventures to hunt your love through the seven seas internal ... Breaking all the monstrosities that lie on me and make me so intense that sometimes distill so sweet you call me a fool ... Becoming bashful as a child succumbs sweetly at your feet ... You well know that a violent boredom was around me , I planned everything that happened to me in letters and prayers , surrounding me all care not to be surprised and not suffer as many times before ... Living depressed without affection and without enthusiasm my life seemed to have a poetic sense ... All my poems were all written expressions Dead and lost in a vain piece of paper that was
going to waste my restless mind , since there was to whom I dedicate this affection long soaks in me ... He lived alone like a leaf in the wind , lost in any corner of the cold city , being swept by the wind of changes outlined , as a verbal begging , my poetry was miserable and disqualified ... And even in my rare outbursts , did not have a final shot ... I needed this love , to notice that he was alive ... Today , I opened my eyes and thinking of you reached see the blue sky on this and all my relive the depths of my sea be getting lost in the glare of his eyes ... And there you were , shining on the horizon of my soul , was the Sun that night will be turn in to moon , with its full brightness my live and soften my wounds with his power of love and love is so much joy that my heart seems to be in celebration ... This love makes me jump for joy and sing , and praise thy noble love of a woman, what I could say to win within you ? What is this port that many have tried and they have not envisioned anything other than a physical contact? Only the poor in spirit only see the beauty in a
woman , I see more , I see the words behind it all ... But I better be quiet ... Only admiring , because to me , you're like a work of art done by " nobody " unless God ... Need I say anything more ? 8 Return! Now ... I long to remove myself from this illusion of isolation. Leave, and outside, casually looking a shooting star. To calm my spirit this affliction fast burning. Ordering the heavens for everything to be different. When you rest, I sleep a child ... And from what I remember bad ... I do not even know! And wake up late with good dreams in memory ... Remember any person that ever loved ... Or perhaps a reflection of the back of someone
special! That there is much more unforgettable not expect to see. And in a tight and long hug meet ... If overfilled with joy with your return. Remember all shed tears And explain that here by my side is your place. Wiping the face look bright and quick to be kind ... To tell you once again how took you to arrive! Make a cake filled with love ... Ask a lot of times how was your day. Cover you with many hugs and kisses ... Tell your side your hours ... Record the minutes that at my side. Although it is utopia, albeit ... Memory!
9 When I abandoned my dream of being happy , I became a servant of suffering ...
What number of times I said "no " luck by not being prepared ... How many times I saw that love had passed and I have not seen very sleep ... On how many occasions fortune told me : - I'm here ! But I was so immersed in my problems, so distressed in a depression so deep that it saw this ... People continually told me: - There are people worse off than you in the world! But I was in the worst imaginable situation, because I did not know myself and suffered for it incognito in fact slept and woke up with it all day since I came into the world, this guy was my worst enemy , for he knew me , more I myself ... I was looking deity , I'd churches and prayed endless , and only when things were going bad ... They said that the "enemy " who was disturbing me , I thought I knew him not transferring to third parties, which was my ... I was looking for someone to complain , to collect my tears , no one heard the cry , no one can see you crying in the rain unless you really ... I was in the desert of myself where selfishly thought I was the center of the
universe and all things just happened to me , I was a mini - god, a co -creator , who just kept the bad service and was advised by people of bad intention ... Only when I stopped being someone trying the approval of other people everything I did , I found that my dreams were just that did not divide them ... Do not try to be better than anyone in my work ... I have not tried to be the best man in the world for my love ... Do not show anyone tried it was thrive ... I have not tried to show that had the best attitude , tried to just be me without showing anyone who I was , was just and only me! When I stopped teaching God how he should do things in my life , things have improved ... There were no charges , to be the best , " have " , " do" or " to be " , because I was simple and all I did was simple ... A smile once again part of my face , I was like a kid and things happened the same way , I do not force or ... No control over my destiny , but I do not let it inadvertently come into my life as a " penetrates " a party ... Do not let the law of
cause and effect , play with my life ... I see the grass demean , see the sun set and go and feel that if I were not here , everything would be the same way , so why feel so important? Because asking so much? Today was another day ... so only 24 hours ... And if only this day I ask for it to be good, it is good, a thumbnail of existence one day of my life ... All this because I asked for one day ... " Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof " And is it so hard to be happy one day in the life?
Text foreclosure .
Love and hate the two poles of life .
For a relationship to work, several elements must be involved , there must be complicity , companionship and admiration between the parties and can not be attached in any way , because if
there is one party must dominate the other to keep their reach. Most relationships are attachment and animosity, and is connected to various interests such as "status " , comfort and fear of loneliness . Call " love " this attachment to someone is a bit flighty and not knowing the true extent of the free will of others . We often say that we do not exercise this discretion and therefore , we are not as free as well , but even this is a way to handle existing and created by the Higher Intelligence laws because they never settle for the refusal of another to our " love " offered him , but that is never unconditionally there is always something behind this intention . If you could tell someone : I love you and I hate you ! You would be absolutely true , but the other person does not understand ... Why you being boyfriend, you would also be the enemy ? This is quite simple to demonstrate: - No one makes an enemy who does not know and that has often been a friend and some of the time ... A great friend . And not to find a person who see this reality
with common sense and without being looking at the two poles of the mind that we suffer so much pain , suffer, cry and blame everyone else and to escape this immense love that we give to her and she often suffers greatly with another person , because it emits is a mirror of itself , the reflection in the mirror , running away from someone who wants it , but she does not like , find someone you think is different, but is a mere reflection . This attachment should be seen in fact with all its facets and sides, seeing the reality and impermanence of earthly things , and knowing that everything has a purpose or is transmuted into something better or worse , but if you have this perception of seeing these realities to release brings you the true free will is not planning situations in our lives , but analyze them the way they come from and how they come and we took them income . Do not cling to things immediately, however looking at the thing as you walk through life and not escape from the thing, as this would just be another way to escape from what is , a way to avoid suffering , but create another conflict that would the fear of loneliness .
If you plan everything, you are being guided by the mind which is an intricate body and you can fall into the net of the structures of thought, steeped in the desire to have and be something, another conflict would be created, since you operate with forces of action and reaction. These parallels between acting and not acting , much energy was created and is not being applied and that will certainly be opposing forces that are not used , will burst into something else , like a tantrum at a time until any silly sometimes. .. Before these events, you tried to go to an opposite direction, order, to avoid suffering, but have already created an injury to another person who does not understand your attitude . The two poles of love and hate are in the mind and not outside it , and at some point these two poles collide, because there is a division , a barrier between them , they are at the same level differ only in degree and can become the other easily. There must be a balance in how all the forces of nature and there has to be within us also, admittedly is not a simple process, but the sincere attitude of wanting to change now brings the release of this captive free and you can see the
sun and the real things in life and does not necessarily have to walk through the pain ... " ALL THINGS ARE DOUBLE . Everything has its pair of opposites, AND THESE ARE OPPOSED TO NATURE IDENTICAL, JUST IN DIFFERENT LEVEL. " The Cabbalion