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If you do not know the meaning of a word, indicate in silence to ask. One day, at recess time, all the children went to the kiosk to buy. Manuel said: _ Look at the big bite I give my bread. You only think about eating and you do not pay attention to what you do. Raquel approached Manuel, helped him to pick up the bread and seeing him so distressed, consoled him. Meanwhile, Tomás approached Laurita to calm her down. I think you're right, I treated him very badly, "Laura said, regretting what she had done. Laura approached Manuel, he was still worried about what happened. Manuel gave a big sigh of relief and the two friends shook hands and all the companions embraced them as a sign of joy. To celebrate, Rita invited everyone to serve some delicious chocolates. To answer, make an X on the letter of the correct alternative. 1) Why did Laurita get upset with Manuel? B. Because Manuel stained his apron. 4) How did Laura feel, at the end of the story? 2) Why did Tomás calm Laurita? C. Because a friendship is difficult to recover. 5) What can we learn with the text? A. We must be alert of what they do to us. B. Only good times are spent with friends. C. True friends forgive each other. 3) What title would serve for the text? 7) Number the sentences from 1 to 6, according to what happened in the text.

The four have already joined and they are what I want. Take that dagger girl and clap me on one side and there you will see my heart, and there you will see my heart, with yours portrayed. How life laughs if your black eyes want to look at me. And if mine is the shelter of your light laugh that is like a song, it quietens my wound, everything, everything is forgotten. The day you love me the pink that adorns, will dress up partying with your best color. And in the wind the bells will say that you are already mine, and crazy fontanas will tell you their love. The night that you love me from the blue of the sky, the jealous stars will watch us go by. And a mysterious ray will make nest in your hair, curious firefly that you will see that you are my consolation. Magdalena Crying like I cried no one can cry. Loving as I have loved no one will ever be able to. I cried that I was sorry laralaraila, larailalá for love of Magdalena but she left me, diminishing in her garden that beautiful flower. And Magdalena was like a savior angel and I adored her with faith. A boat without a rudder lost at sea I am, Magdalena, without your love. The house is another house, the tree is no longer that. They have flipped to the memory, then, what to return? My dog ​​up there motionless watching the afternoon grow. And this emptiness now, then, what to return? To hurt your absence, then, what to return? If they have taken him from Tilcara, then, what to return? The magic has already been lost, who could light it? Neither the earth is already earth, so, what to return? Tomorrow I'll leave for the condition, soldier I'll be; give me your blessing. I will send you some pictures, but you will never see my person. To decorate the blonde mane of my lover's colt. Caminito that you were then embroidered with clover and reeds in bloom, a shadow you will soon be, a shadow just like me. Since he left, I live, my little friend, I'm leaving too. Since he left, he never returned, I will follow his steps, walk, goodbye. Caminito that happy every afternoon I walked singing my love, do not tell him if it happens again that my crying your footprint watered. Caminito covered with thistles, the hand of time your footprint erased. I would like to fall by your side and let time kill us both. Since he left, I live, my little friend, I'm leaving too. Since he left, he never returned, I will follow his steps, walk, goodbye. I'll wait for you to feel nostalgia for me to ask me not to separate from you, maybe you'll never be yours but I'll wait for you. There is a shady ranch of fig trees and under the felling a dog sleeping and at dusk, when the sun goes down a majadita returning from the hill. Landscapes of Catamarca with a thousand different colors of green a little town here, another one beyond and a long road that goes down and gets lost. And already in the village of Portuezuelo with its so provincial customs the hurdle here, the tobacco there and on the rope hang goat cheese. With a pichanilla broom, a little girl sweeping the patio and on the walnut, a chalchalero who rehearses his song is already heard. Landscapes of Catamarca with a thousand different shades of green a small town here, another one beyond and a long road that goes down and is lost. Ay, Ay As much as I work and I can never go to the vacilón; I do not know what happens with this guajira, who does not like the huateque and the son. From the day we got married to the date, working I am, I want you to know that I am not willing to always lock myself in a corner. No more is left tonight to live our love and your tic-tac reminds me of my irremediable pain. Watch, stop your way, because my life is turned off she is the star that illuminates my being I without her love I am nothing. Stop the time in your hands make this night perpetual so that it never leaves me, so that it never dawns. Do not ask me anything, that I have nothing to explain to you. That the kiss you denied can not be given anymore. When I come back to your side and you're alone with me, the things I tell you, do not ever repeat, out of compassion. Join your lip to mine and hold me in your arms. And it counts the beating of our heart. They are night of moon and jasmine and dawn of laughter and honey are skies of star and sun, your eyes, your eyes of tender look. With you in the distance There is not a moment of the day, when I can get away from you. The world seems different, when you are not next to me. There is no beautiful melody in which you do not arise and I do not want to listen to it, if you do not listen to it. It is that you have become part of my soul. Nothing comforts me anymore if you are not too. Beyond your lips of the sun and the stars with you at a distance, my beloved. I learned that the week has more than seven days to make my joys better and to be happy I learned with you. With you I learned to see the light from the other side of the moon With you I learned that your presence did not change it for any. This afternoon I saw rain. This afternoon I saw rain, I saw people running and you were not there. The other night I saw a blue star shine and you were not there. The other afternoon I saw that a bird in love was giving kisses to her excited love and you were not there. The autumn I saw the sea I heard you sing and you were not there I do not know how much you love me, if you miss me or cheat me, I only know that I saw rain, I saw people running and you were not there. Anxiety Anxiety of having you in my arms whispering words of love, Anxiety to have your charms and in the mouth to kiss you. Perhaps my thought is crying, my tears are pearls that fall into the sea; the sleepy echo of this lament, makes you present in my dream. Maybe he is crying when he remembers you and squeezes your portrait with frenzy and until your ear comes the wild melody of the echo of the pain of being without you. Two gardenias Two gardenias for you with them I want to say I love you, I adore you, my life. Put all your attention that will be your heart and mine. Two gardenias for you that will have all the warmth of a kiss. Of those kisses I gave you and you will never find in the heat of another love. By your side they will live and they will speak to you as when you are with me. And you'll even believe they'll tell you I love you. But if a sunset the gardenias of my love die is because they have guessed that your love has betrayed me because there is another love. Think of me If you have a deep sorrow think of me; If you feel like crying, think about me. You see that I venerate your divine image, your girl mouth that being so young, taught me how to kiss. Jasmine in the hair and roses in the face, graceful walked the cinnamon flower. It spilled mixture and in its step it left Aromas of mixture that in its chest it took. I will aspire the mixture that gives the cinnamon flower adorned with jasmine, qualifying your beauty. Carpet again the bridge and decorate the mall that the river will pace your way through the path. I've searched for you anywhere I go and I can not find you, so I want other kisses if your lips do not want to kiss me anymore. Let the infinite stay without stars or lose the wide sea its immensity, but the black of your eyes that does not die and the cinnamon of your skin remains the same. If the rainbow lost its beauty and the flowers its perfume and its color would not be so great my sadness like that of being without your love I care about you and you and you and only you matter to me you and you and you and nobody but you. Black eyes, cinnamon skin that I get to despair. I care about you and you and you and only you care about me and you and you and nobody but you. Round night, how sad you are, how sad you cross my balcony. Round night, how you hurt me how you hurt my heart. Luna, who breaks in the darkness of my loneliness, where are you going? Tell me if tonight you go round like she left, who are you with? Tell her I love her, tell her I'm dying from waiting so long. That it returns already, that the rounds are not good that do damage that give pity and it ends up by crying. Although you have thrown me into abandonment even though you have already died all my illusions, instead of cursing you with just anger in my dreams I fill you with blessings. I suffer the immense sorrow of your loss I feel the deep pain of your departure and I cry without you knowing that my tears have black tears like my life. I suffer the immense pain of your loss I feel the deep pain of your departure and I cry without you knowing that my tears have black tears like my life. You want to leave me I do not want to suffer with you I leave my saint although it costs me to die. Thinking about it, my dark I do not want to die anymore I want to continue living I want to see you suffer. Once more in my chest, hope shone, the hope that lights the path of my loneliness. Once nothing else, the soul is given with sweet and total renunciation. And, when that miracle performs the miracle of love, there are festive bells that sing in the heart. Kiss me to me, kiss me just as my mouth kissed you; Give me the frenzy that my madness gave you. Who if it was not I could teach you the way of love, my haughtiness dead, when my pride rolled at your feet. I want you to live only for me and for you to go where I am going, so that my soul is no longer you, kiss me with frenzy. Give me the light that your look has and the anxiety that I saw between your lips. That madness of living and loving that is more than love, frenzy. There is in the kiss that I gave you soul, piety, heart, tell me that you know how to feel the same thing that I feel. I want you to live only for me... So much time we enjoyed this love our souls approached so much that I keep your flavor but you also take flavor to me. If you deny your presence in my life it would be enough to hold you and talk so much life I gave you that you will force flavor to me. I do not pretend to be your owner I am nothing, I have no vanity of my life I give what is good, I am so poor, what else can I give more than a thousand years will pass many more I do not know if I have love eternity but there as here in the mouth will take flavor to me. A lifetime, I would be with you I do not care in what way or how or where but with you. A whole life, I would be watching you I would be taking care of you as I take care of my life that I live for you. I would not tire of telling you always but always, whenever you are in my life, anxiety and anguish and despair. You hear a song from the old milling and in the lethargy of the night it seems to moan. A complaint of love, a sadness that Manuel sings in his bitterness and spent the rest of the night grinding coffee. When the night languishes... Today I went back to go through that green path that through the valley is lost with my sad loneliness. Today I went back to go through that green path through the valley you lose all my happiness. Mom I want to know... Where will they be? They are from the hill and they sing on the plain and you will see, you will see. They are from the hill sing on the plain. They are from the hill, mom they sing on the plain. Beloved pledge dear I can not live without seeing you because my goal is to love you and love you all your life. They are from the hill... Look out your window so you can hear my son I brought it from the heart of my Cuban music. They are from the hill... Where will they be from? Go right away, run there among the silver you will find, on the other side of the counter very obliging and servant. I think it's a consequence of what fashion is. Take chocolate, pay what you owe. To the brown you have to give love, to the tremendous Chinese squeeze, to the blonde you have to give her a little kiss but they all enjoy the vacilón. They say that distance is oblivion, but I do not conceive that reason, because I will continue being the captive of the whims of your heart. You knew how to clarify my thoughts, and you gave me the illusion that I dreamed. You drove me from my sufferings from the first night I loved you. Today my beach dresses in bitterness because your boat has to start crossing other seas of madness, take care that you do not wreck your life. When the sunlight is going out and you feel tired of wandering, think about what I will be waiting for you until you decide to return. The pearl died in an imperial crown, and in a gentle vase the faded flower, and in bright and brilliant vapors the dew and in your memory and in your memory, I. Oh what pleasure I felt When on the beach He pulled out his handkerchief and greeted me. I love this island, I am from the Caribbean I could never step on solid ground, because it inhibits me. I love this island, I am from the Caribbean I could never step on solid ground, because it inhibits me. I love this island, I am from the Caribbean I could never step on solid ground, because it inhibits me. Lady who does what she wants Wife of his lord, Woman for a vividor. Dame lady of high crib Of low bed, lady of its gentleman, Lover of a vividor. Lady who does what she wants Wife of his lord, Woman for a vividor. Devourer of obituaries, childbirths and other pains Rumors transmitter, assiduous in funerals Of very black lutos them. Lady who does what she wants Wife of his lord, Woman for a vividor. A kiss and a flower I will leave my land for you, I will leave my fields and I will leave, far from here, I will cross crying the garden and with your memories I will leave far from here. During the day I will live thinking about your night smiles. The stars will accompany me. You will be like a light that illuminates my path. I will go but I swear I will return tomorrow. Beyond the sea there will be a place where the sun every morning shines more, the stones of the road will forge my destiny, what is not wanted is always left behind. Free He is almost twenty years old and he is tired of dreaming but behind the border is his home, his world and his city, he thinks that the fence is just a piece of metal something that can never stop his desire to fly. With his love for the flag he left singing a song, he marched so happy that he did not hear the voice that called him and lying on the floor he remained smiling and without talking on his chest crimson flowers sprouted incessantly. I do not know what it will do, nor if it will come but I wait for it. I know the windows can be opened, Change the air depends on you, It will help you, it's worth it once more. It is better to get lost than to never embark, Better to try to stop trying, Although you can see that it is not so easy to start. I know that the impossible can be achieved, that the sadness will one day go away, and so it will be, life changes and will change. You will feel that the soul flies by singing once more. Paint your face hope color, Tempting the future with your heart. Knowing that you can, wanting to be able to do it, take away your fears, take them out. Paint your face hope color, Tempting the future with your heart. Knowing what you can do, wanting to be able to do it, removing fears, taking them out. Paint your face hope color, Tempting the future with your heart. Song with all I go out to walk on the cosmic waist of the South, I step on the most vegetal region of wind and light. I feel all the skin of America on my skin, and a river flows in my blood that releases its flow in my voice. I rise from the South to the entraña America and total, pure root of a scream destined to grow and to explode. And how does the time, which suddenly are years without you passing by me, arrested. If I look a little outside I stop, the city collapses and I sing. I do not ask you I do not ask you to download a blue star, I only ask you to fill my space with your light. I do not ask you to sign ten gray papers for me to love, I only ask you to love the pigeons that I usually look at. From the past I will not deny it, the future will one day come and in the present, what do you care about people? if they are always going to talk. Yolanda This can not be more than a song, I would like it to be a declaration of romantic love, without repairing or ways to give them, that put a stop to what I feel in abundance. I love you, I love you, I love you forever. If I ever feel defeated, I give up seeing the sun every morning, kissing the creed you have taught me, I look at your face and I live in the window. Yolanda, Yolanda, eternally Yolanda. The girls no longer want to be princesses and the children take to chasing the sea in a glass of gin... Let's say I'm talking about Madrid. The birds visit the psychiatrist. The stars forget to leave. Death happens in white ambulances... Let's say I'm talking about Madrid. The sun is a butane stove. Life one meter about to depart. There's a syringe in the sink... Let's say I'm talking about Madrid. When death comes to visit me do not wake me up, let me sleep. Find yourself a girl, a Ye-Ye girl who has a lot of rhythm and who sings in English. That has the tousled hair and the colored stockings. A girl ye ye, a girl ye and that understand you like me. Find yourself a girl, a Ye-Ye girl who has a lot of rhythm and who sings in English. E the tousled hair and the colored stockings. A girl ye ye, a girl ye and that understand you like me. You do not want to know, and I really love you, ye and ye and ye. And you will come to ask me and to pray and you will come as always to beg me. Disappearing You have a delicious face, and you have a heavenly figure. You have a contagious smile, but your hair is a universal disaster. They stand on end, like a spin body, you look like the statue, of San Peluquín. Not three hairdressers, you get to you, with steel combs, and endless saw. Popotitos My whole love is from my girlfriend Popotito, her legs are like a couple of canillitos and when I take her to the party to dance her skinny legs seem to break. Popotito is not a beauty but dance that gives warmth. To my Popotito I gave him my love. When there is strong air it seems to fly, in full rain it is not going to get wet, if with Popotito I am going to get married, from now on I am going to feed it. Popotito is not a beauty but dance that gives warmth. To my Popotito I gave him my love. Popotito dances rock and roll and you do not see it with sunlight. If you are locked in your room, lower the lights that are very hot. Popotito is not a beauty but dance that gives warmth. To my Popotito I gave him my love. I kissed her on the face I kissed her on the mouth She smiled at me. Fifteen years Fifteen years has my love. She is a girl so divine and colossal, she has a look that no one can hold. That girl has no equal and when she dances it is sensational. If I give my hand it will caress it, if I give it a kiss I will know what it is to dream. An angel is my love, her blond hair is beautiful and capricious of a garden the best rose but when I like it more is dancing this rock. Those wonderful words of yours, those stolen kisses and so many things. Who separated you from me, who stole your love from me; what I cried for you, you will never know. I can not forgive you but nevertheless I can not forget you for a single moment. Nobody, nobody will ever know how much I loved you; nobody, nobody will understand what happened to us. Although the world laughs happy I will be sad waiting for the return of our love. Poetry in movement When I am with you I feel dream... I see only poetry in you. Clouds in the sky, waves in the sea, poetry in movement, you are passing. Forgive me, I have been ungrateful; forgive me I love you so much that without you I do not know how to live my love, that without you I go to die of pain. Forgive me, I need you; forgive me, I beg of you. Come back again, remember that yesterday, come back again to give me your love. I would like to be the echo of your voice to be near you. I would like to be your happy heart to know what you feel for me. I would like to be a golden eagle to be able to fly close to the sun and get the stars and the moon and put them at your feet, with my love. I would like to be a poor nightingale to be able to sing near you. I would like to be the most beautiful song to be able to make you very happy. I would like to be the Northern Lights and thus give you a world of color, and get the stars and the moon and put them at your feet, with my love. When I feel afraid of silence, when it is difficult to stand up when the memories rebel and I am against the wall. I will stand upright in front of everything I will become iron to harden the skin and although the winds of life blow strong I am like the reed that bends but always remains standing. I will resist to continue living I will endure the blows and I will never surrender and even if the dreams are broken in pieces I will resist, I will resist. When the world loses all magic, when the enemy is me when I stab nostalgia and not recognize my voice. When the madness threatens me, when my coin comes out cross when the devil passes the bill or if you ever miss me. I will stand upright in front of everything I will become iron to harden the skin and although the winds of life blow strong I am like the reed that bends but always remains standing. I will resist to continue living I will endure the blows and I will never give up and even if the dreams are broken in pieces I will resist, I will resist The end of summer arrived and you will leave. I do not know until when this love you will remember. But I know that in my arms I had you yesterday, yes, never, never will I forget. Never, never, never, never again will I feel as much emotion as when I met you and summer united us. The end of summer arrived and you will leave. I do not know until when this love you will remember. But I know that in my arms I had you yesterday. Never mind that, I will never forget. There is a tear at the bottom of the river of the desperate. Adam and Eve do not adapt to the cold. The rapists flee the gardens, it rains on wet. Yesterday Julieta denounced to Romeo, by bad treatments, in the court. When reason and desire go to bed, it rains on wet. The last war was with remote control, the dormitory was a wagon of soldiers. As much as it rains and is worth the redundancy, it rains on wet. And, in the end, a sun comes out unable to heal the wounds of the city and the heart is accustomed to forget. Sleeping with you is being alone twice, it's solitude squared, every Saturday is Tuesday and thirteen, all the year it rains on wet. You reigned behind the bar of the only bar we saw open. Crazy to know the secrets of your bedroom, that night I sang all my repertoire at dawn. The customers of the bar, one by one, left. Then everything happened, all of a sudden, your finger on my back drew a heart and my hand corresponded under your skirt. Caminito to the hostel we kissed in each lamp, it was a town with sea, I wanted to sleep with you and you did not want to sleep alone. The summer ended, autumn lasted as long as it takes winter, and your town chance again the next summer took me and at the end of the concert I started looking for your face among the people. And I did not find who of you told me not a word, it seemed as if I wanted to spend fate a macabre joke. There was no one behind the bar the other summer, and instead of your bar I found a branch of the Hispano-American bank. Your memory I came to stones against the crystals. And we loved you and me, with a love without sin but fate has wanted us to live apart. And all that happened, everything was forgotten. Our promises of love in the air have been lost. Ayyy, ayyyy that are yours and mine. Between cirrhosis and overdose you always walk with your wrist dirty shirt and, instead of smile, a kind of grimace. When you were the princess of strawberry mouth, when you still had that way of hurting me. Now it's too late, princess, get yourself another dog to bark you, princess. Damn the guru who raised between you and me a dark silence from which you only go out to tell me "okay, leave me twenty dollars". I'm not afraid of you anymore, baby, but I can not follow you on your trip, how many times I would have given my whole life because you asked me to take your luggage. Now it's too late, princess, get yourself another dog to bark you, princess. You who planted in all the islands of fashion the flowers of your grace, how could you not see yourself involved in a death with an assault on pharmacy? Keep up your moves, queen, but do not ask me to spend my life paying you bonds. Impassed by the absence impatience devours me, I wonder if one day I will see you. I already know everything about your life and yet I do not know a single detail about you. The phone is very cold, your calls are very few. I do want to know you and you do not want to know me. Give me a date we go to the park, enter my life, without announcing. Open the doors, close your eyes, let's see each other, little by little. The first time I thought it was wrong, the second time I did not know what to say, the others I was scared, so crazy that is loose and now I know I could not live without you. It takes courage, it takes courage, come to the school of heat. I know what I have to do to make you crazy about me. Come to my side and check the fabric but take care of those hands, boy. That dove flies over danger, learned in a warm school. You go around without paying attention and a curse falls on you. In the proven pools the girls strip their bodies in the sun. Do not give a bad step, do not give a bad step, this is a warm school. I watch the clock is much later than yesterday, I would wait for you again, and I will not, I will not. Where is our error without solution was you the culprit or was it me or you or anyone, nobody, can change me. A thousand bells ring in my heart, how hard it is to ask for forgiveness, neither you nor anyone, nobody can change me. Go away from here you did not know me understand I just think about your skin, it is not necessary to lie. How easy it is to torment yourself later, but I will survive. I know I can, I will survive. Where is our error without solution was you the culprit or was it me or you or anyone, nobody, can change me. A thousand bells ring in my heart, how hard it is to ask for forgiveness, neither you nor anyone, nobody can change me. A thousand bells ring in my heart, how hard it is to ask for forgiveness, neither you nor anyone, nobody can change me. Where is our error without solution was you the culprit or was it me or you or anyone, nobody, can change me. A thousand bells ring in my heart, how hard it is to ask for forgiveness, neither you nor anyone, nobody can change me. People point at me, point my finger at me, whisper behind me and I do not give a damn. What else does it give me if I'm different from them, I'm nobody's, I do not have an owner. I know they criticize me, I know they hate me, envy corrodes them, my life overwhelms them. I'm not to blame, my circumstance insults them. My destiny is the one that I decide, the one that I choose for myself. Who cares what I do? I am like that, and so I will continue, I will never change Who cares what I do? I am like that, and so I will continue, I will never change Maybe it's my fault for not following the norm, it's too late to change now. I will stand straight in my convicctions, I will report my positions. My destiny is the one that I decide the one that I choose for myself. Who cares what I do? I am like that, and so I will continue, I will never change. I am like that, and so I will continue, I will never change. I am like that, and so I will continue, I will never change. You can not go back, because life is already pushing you, like an interminable, interminable howl. You will feel cornered, you will feel lost and alone, maybe you want to have not been born, not to have been born. But you always remember what one day I wrote thinking about you, thinking of you as Now i think. Life is beautiful and you will see how despite the regrets you will have friends, you will have love, you will have friends. It's five minutes, life is eternal in five minutes. The sirens sound back to work, and when you walk, you illuminate everything. The five minutes make you flourish. I remember Amanda the wet street running to the factory where Manuel worked. The siren sounds back to work. The nights approach you and you entangle the air, my lips dry and I try to kiss you, how cold is the wax of a kiss from anyone. Stone hours seem to tire and time is combed with the gesture of a lover, somehow I'll have to forget you. It's a love letter that takes the wind painted in my voice to nowhere to any mailbox. If I was ever tender and I was good, it was entangled in your neck and your breasts. If I was ever wise in love, I learned it from your singing lips. Your memories are every day more sweet, oblivion only took half, and your shadow still gets into my bed with the darkness, between my pillow and my loneliness. You do not know the dilemma that creates me to go through everything and not even say mu, that's why I'm here, damn it, standing up as you would do. One of two, or I take that woman or between the three we organize, if it can be. Do not think I'm talking to you in jest, although it's lovely to see you laugh because these things are somebody who takes them as a knife or as a fakir. That this woman loves me is not so strange if you think that she loves you too, the most terrible thing is that she sees it very clearly, she intends not to miss any train. One of two, either I take that woman or I'll exchange it for two of fifteen, if it can be. Maybe because my childhood is still playing on your beach and hiding behind the reeds my first love sleeps, I carry your light and your smell wherever I go, and huddled in your sand I have love, games and sorrows. I, who in my skin have the bitter taste of eternal tears that have poured in you one hundred towns from Algeciras to Istanbul so that you paint blue their long winter nights. By dint of misfortune, your soul is deep and dark. And you approach, and leave after kissing my village. Playing with the tide you go, thinking in coming back. You are like a woman perfumed with pitch who longs for and wants to know and fear. Oh, if one day for me evil comes to find me the grim reaper. Push my boat to the sea with an autumn lift and let the storm dismantle its white wings. Because I was born in the Mediterranean. The sea that was an empty word without a horizon, today is a child who sings about forty passions. A child that wakes up like a giant wave, has in its fist a pearl and a red coral in the blood. The sea is waiting for us shortly after the dream, it is only a matter of a few steps, those that repress fear. So let's go embrace him like a lover returning from a time that was stolen from us, that belongs to us. Life spans penises, the nàixer is a great plor, life is not more than això. Siset, who does not see the stake on estam tots lligats? If we can not defer-us-in May not walk! I mentre passen els nous vailets I stretch the coll to sing the darrer cant d'en Siset, the darrer who goes to teach. Car ma vie car joies aujourd'hui ça commence avec toi! When Jesus washed Oh happy day! When Jesus washed I taught me how to wash fight and pray. And live rejoicing ev'ry, ev'ry day, ev'ry day! When Jesus washed Oh happy day! I have taught me how to wash fight and pray, Fight and pray! And live rejoicing ev'ry, ev'ry day, ev'ry day! Nobody knows Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Oppress'd so hard they could not stand, Let my people go. If not I'll smite your firstborn dead, Let my people go. chorus O let us all from bondage flee; Let my people go. And let us all in Christ be free! Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me singing, Lord, Kum Now i think. Life is beautiful and you will see how despite the regrets you will have friends, you will have love, you will have friends. It's five minutes, life is eternal in five minutes. The sirens sound back to work, and when you walk, you illuminate everything. The five minutes make you flourish. I remember Amanda the wet street running to the factory where Manuel worked. The siren sounds back to work. The nights approach you and you entangle the air, my lips dry and I try to kiss you, how cold is the wax of a kiss from anyone. Stone hours seem to tire and time is combed with the gesture of a lover, somehow I'll have to forget you. It's a love letter that takes the wind painted in my voice to nowhere to any mailbox. If I was ever tender and I was good, it was entangled in your neck and your breasts. If I was ever wise in love, I learned it from your singing lips. Your memories are every day more sweet, oblivion only took half, and your shadow still gets into my bed with the darkness, between my pillow and my loneliness. You do not know the dilemma that creates me to go through everything and not even say mu, that's why I'm here, damn it, standing up as you would do. One of two, or I take that woman or between the three we organize, if it can be. Do not think I'm talking to you in jest, although it's lovely to see you laugh because these things are somebody who takes them as a knife or as a fakir. That this woman loves me is not so strange if you think that she loves you too, the most terrible thing is that she sees it very clearly, she intends not to miss any train. One of two, either I take that woman or I'll exchange it for two of fifteen, if it can be. Maybe because my childhood is still playing on your beach and hiding behind the reeds my first love sleeps, I carry your light and your smell wherever I go, and huddled in your sand I have love, games and sorrows. I, who in my skin have the bitter taste of eternal tears that have poured in you one hundred towns from Algeciras to Istanbul so that you paint blue their long winter nights. By dint of misfortune, your soul is deep and dark. And you approach, and leave after kissing my village. Playing with the tide you go, thinking in coming back. You are like a woman perfumed with pitch who longs for and wants to know and fear. Oh, if one day for me evil comes to find me the grim reaper. Push my boat to the sea with an autumn lift and let the storm dismantle its white wings. Because I was born in the Mediterranean. The sea that was an empty word without a horizon, today is a child who sings about forty passions. A child that wakes up like a giant wave, has in its fist a pearl and a red coral in the blood. The sea is waiting for us shortly after the dream, it is only a matter of a few steps, those that repress fear. So let's go embrace him like a lover returning from a time that was stolen from us, that belongs to us. Life spans penises, the nàixer is a great plor, life is not more than això. Siset, who does not see the stake on estam tots lligats? If we can not defer-us-in May not walk! I mentre passen els nous vailets I stretch the coll to sing the darrer cant d'en Siset, the darrer who goes to teach. Car ma vie car joies aujourd'hui ça commence avec toi! When Jesus washed Oh happy day! When Jesus washed I taught me how to wash fight and pray. And live rejoicing ev'ry, ev'ry day, ev'ry day! When Jesus washed Oh happy day! I have taught me how to wash fight and pray, Fight and pray! And live rejoicing ev'ry, ev'ry day, ev'ry day! Nobody knows Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Oppress'd so hard they could not stand, Let my people go. If not I'll smite your firstborn dead, Let my people go. chorus O let us all from bondage flee; Let my people go. And let us all in Christ be free! Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me singing, Lord, Kum more hearts than sands in my breast: they give foam to my veins, and I enter the hospitals, and I enter the cottons as in the lilies. Because where empty basins dawn she will put two stones of future look and will make new arms and new legs grow in the cut flesh. They will regain winged sap without autumn relics of my body that I lose in each wound. Because I am like the tree felled, I shoot, and I still have life. Words of love She loved me so much... I still love her. Together we go through a closed door. We did not know more, we were fifteen years old. We had not had much time to learn them, we had just awakened from the children's sleep. We had enough with three phrases we had learned from old comedians. I lost it and I never found it again. But often when I get dark I get a song. Old notes, old chords, old words of love. Because I love you, because I love you I left the mountains and I came to the sea. Your name tastes like grass that is born in the valley at the stroke of sun and water. Your name has me tied in a fold of your waist and on the bias of your petticoat. Because I love you, because I love you even though you are far away I feel you on the skin. Because I love you, because I love you the way is shorter. Because I love you, because I love you I left those mountains and I came to the sea. Your name knows me to grass... The wooden box It was the canary a primor was its owner a small one that watched with care the cares of the singer. It was a beautiful specimen, of colored adamantado, was a resigned prisoner, to the mission to sing of his sonorous throat the serious note that cries in a constant roll. To understand his song that a tree that has suffered, because it lacked joy, was his song a pain. And in the garden of his house, at very scarce distances from a legendary walnut tree, the poor creature wept, when digging the grave of its singer unparalleled.

Get up before falling and live subjectively... Hi. I've had a lot of time inside of me and I need to express it. I have traveled these roads a long time, and each time I lose myself even more. I need help, I need you strange. Four years have passed, and its radiance has not diminished, it continues to dazzle me, it continues to leave me astonished. With a smile like his, who could turn away? What more would you need in this world if it is not those hands that are so perfect, so tailored to my back, those that know the path that leads to heaven. Those dark, beautiful eyes, so finely illuminated with hope. The only thing that fills you, that makes you sigh. No, he has me between white and black. You have let your colors take off, now how can you smile? If only it were not so him, if he changed a little, if only maybe he would start to talk differently, to walk differently. I heard that the stage of falling in love lasts only two years. Well, gentlemen, I think I've been stuck, because time passes but he is still at home. I should think it's like that, but there's that voice, if it was not really designed, how is it possible that I can do wonders for myself? For some strange reason I know it's a sign, it keeps me fighting. With new experiences on their shoulders. Visit even for a moment that place that feeds your dreams. If he has to leave me I will accept him, if he has to take me I will adore him. But if it has to remain in the uncertain my mind will not be able to continue. The friend, the unconditional, the one who would wait an eternity, an implosion, and what happened? As a strange disease has been consuming me and for what purpose? Maybe my mistake has been to take it as a point of comparison. Let him take everything without giving anything. I have been shaken by so many people before, I have been able to get out of this misery, and I have not wanted it. All the time I think about him. Will he decide to take his bags and leave this city? Strange, tell me I have not gone mad, have you understood me? understands that he has inserted himself so deeply, I do not even see where to start digging. For so long I have asked for a signal... will I be the woman who in the morning brings her breakfast to bed? I've asked for so many nights, so be it. They say there are only two roads and that I am free to choose, but can I leave? No, I still can not, because I still do not want to. I'd like to know... I'd like to know. Also at that moment my phone rings. Our love falls asleep, and the snow takes him by surprise; but if you fall asleep in the snow, you do not feel death coming. Trudaine, listening to screams that, like every person, intrigued me. I remember it well, spring had been slow to arrive, and you were screaming. He had to be at the conservatory at ten. I started running, I did not even move my cane, I knew the way, you followed me. I felt that you saw me, it touched you. Going through the subway embraced, I did not need my cane anymore, you were my guide. We laughed, you cried, from time to time you shouted, without or with reason. I studied for my exams, exams, exams. Time passed, along with the seasons. You shouted, you shouted, you shouted. I do not know how I will say that the spring was wonderful, but the summer is over, without sounding pathetic. But the director likes it, so I'll have to see the form. I took his hand and stared into his eyes, had a miranda so deep and warm, for a moment I lost myself in his eyes when I remembered what he had asked me, I took a deep breath and only answered with a yes. I felt tired and a little dazed so I did not say a word while we walked down a path in the middle of the dark, he remained silent all the way too, we stopped until we came to a hut in which we entered. I had so many doubts, questions and thoughts going around in my mind, I began to feel desperate not knowing who he was, what I was doing in the middle of the unconscious nothingness and why his voice was so familiar to me. When we give something something vitality and then lose it, it is such an immense anomaly in our being that it makes us do everything to recover the habit of that. I did not know that to get rid of something that is part of one is to simply detach that, and learn to live without it by taking it in the best way and not forgetting to exist. It took a long time for him to understand it. I was asleep, my sleep was heavy and choppy. When I woke up my shirt was covered with sweat and my pulse accelerated, I returned to me and I was glad to know that I was alive and that it was one of those damn nightmares that tormented me continuously. I looked at the old, damp roof of my room and climbed into my chair, which was already a custom, I had been hit by my house for six years and in the same accident I lost my left leg. After dressing up I went to the kitchen, I had a cup of coffee and when I finished I left the house, unable to even say goodbye with a kiss or a simple goodbye from someone, loneliness was my only company and we were both alone. When we crossed our eyes an impact that I can not describe, it hit us. That man followed his path and I looked at him until I lost sight of him realizing that he was missing an arm. Because it is true, it is pure pity that is given to us. I would bet that I also lived in the loneliness that preceded me. Everything suddenly turned on me and I remembered that fatal shock. Then, in a thousandth of a second, I returned to my current state, and I remembered that damn who had taken away my freedom to walk and between that hatred getting more and more into my soul. In the distance, I saw a man, a truly unique man, wearing beautiful shoes. The most beautiful I could have ever stepped on, if I had both my feet. The amazing and important thing was that he was the same as me now. Driven by their craziest dreams, night after night they create stories full of fantasy, love and hope.


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