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126. It watched a day to me, and no longer I could let watch it.
127. Now when finishing my tears its trip in my lips, and noticing its salty flavor, I include/understand of which this fact the sea of my love.
128. So that the eyes are humid? I in my youth, went to see, takes him to my daughter, - who brightness its eyes to verte, later to my son who to house wanted llevarte. And now that you have gone away, there where the animals live happy and with affection, already from laughter, the soul abstains, us Copito de Nieve has died.
129.Eres first in levantarte, to soak the flowers that in your garden grow, and I meanwhile, embraced, as if a boy was that in cradle to duer to me. You put to work to all, you occupy its time in thousand tasks, to an a to fill water clouds, to those others to paint the flowers, and embraced I meanwhile as if a boy was that in cradle to duer to me. Running, when you say it, the dew it is going to wet the fields and the fruits of thousand colors, while the Sun is waking up to the insects and animals, and embraced I meanwhile, as if a boy was that in cradle to duer to me. The birds marvel themselves, that are first that beams, at the good that you hoist them you tile, like a those it give ocher them, and to those others, but young, the green one blooms to them. It remembers that day is today, You do not forget to adorn it everything with snow. As it said to you, to never duer itself to me, it is first in rising. Wide-awake Maria to its Son, so that already it is hour to rise, and embraced I meanwhile as if a boy was that in cradle to duer to me.
130. Induced sleep, then in which the light of the Sun inclines before the Moon and the one of the dreams it begins to ignite, moment at which the ideas, sometimes by crazy people are but gracious, it leaves in the small table these questions and my answers me. Now, when the light shines already again in the morning, I want decirte that: If the emotion shows you by the writing, if music removes in you felt that you did not believe, if the light of that painting is on the awares to you to the day, you are like the soul mine. If happening of the wind it causes to joy, if running salts to you in search of rain, if the snow returns you to your years from childhood, you are like the soul mine. If as twin soul you cry by that pariah, if the wars produce rage shouts to you, if to clear the hunger of that face you do not know that you would give, you are like the soul mine. That easy serious the world if it did not exist, that that in the hands you take and the life tears, that easy serious the world if it did not exist, that that runs by your hands and in the portfolio guards. That easy serious, there would not be but pains that the jousts of this life; it is why, if at this moment in your face a smile is painted, while to you it seems to listen to music, spreads this writing, so that you are like the soul mine.
131. To SEVILLE There, where forms and figures that the mosaics form, are heightened with the smooth strips of light, where the water the verdor and the Virgins in each corner imagine, if that is, the district of Santa Cruz. Filled with antique dealers, in those narrow streets, with those open vestibules so that you watch them, it seems that the time does not happen, seems that the world does not turn. By the Seat of Santa Cruz go to gardens, with millenarian trees that give shade, introduction of something blue, green and yellow that takes you to the gardens of Murillo. It returns by the street of the Water, towards a paradise in the middle of his streets, already your feet approach, to the Real Palaces. Water jumps and flowers, sources, and green for enamorarte, and that scent to orange blossom that your soul warns. Jump to the seat of the Cathedral and in car of horses it takes a walk calm by his streets and avenues, Sherry, Constitution, Colon or the Delights in the end you entered a seat that the light bathes, these in the Seat of Spain. Walking by the park of Maria Luisa sides palacetes, gardens and sources, bridges and current white doves nothing. It passes the bridge of Isabel II and enters Triana, that decirte of its streets and seats, their people and terraces of its bars of pescaitos and their tile stores and silver. I leave for the end the most captivating of this part of Spain its virgins and cristos, presents would dare to say to me in all the houses, streets and tree-lined avenues, the one of Or, the one of Monte, the Boy, or the one of the Rule and but pretty but the calm one with its Virgin of the Pillar in the pedestal to its side, the Macarena.
132. The uncertainty like the illusion, ignites a light that moves to us towards her, when we found it it extinguishes and it appears again a new one.
133. Here, in this lost monastery, in the solitude of my cell, while I extend the hands to a book, memory the paginas lived on mine, and I cannot by less than to remember the passages that I wrote with you. Value for ponerte is needed a flower in the hair, and will pass my life with that moan, you arrived late at my life, and créelo you do not know whatever I feel it. But the hidden dreams sometimes are made, and mine recently it was fulfilled, I awoke with your eyes watching to me, and mirándote to me is slept. The minutes happened slowly, the joy got dressed in full dress, and I do not lie, through your face it passes my eyes, and the cheek by your lips a little while. A conclusion I could reach, and is that finally to which I can aspire, to envy the wind, that your skin touches and I do not feel it. Here, in this lost monastery, in the solitude of my cell, while I extend the hands to a book. 134. continued..........