Journey to the night.
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Journey to the night.

  At night, leaving the day's fuss, Amigo comes out of himself and goes on an overnight trip.
  What does it mean to "go out of yourself"? It is difficult to answer in a nutshell. Traveling at night, Amigo turns into that person, who he really is, without the attributes of everyday life.
   Strange as it may seem, at night he observes the bizarre shadows, feels the presence of some strange spirits. He is attracted by nightly unknownness. No, Amigo does not feel any night terrors about which Julio Cortázar wrote that they represent a kind of "piercers for imagination." Nothing like this, no imagination in the night travel Amigo does not feel. He does not need to try to imagine. He faces real images. In an instant, Amigo is thousands of miles away at the other end of the globe to inhale the smell of tall grass or suddenly to be an empty night hall at the exhibition of French impressionists and long peer at Van Gogh's detached view.
   In the night travel, Amigo is busy extrapolating what he has seen, sometimes transforming it into the most fantastic pictures, not being afraid that someone will take him for a strange person, since traveling to the night he is completely alone. At night, not so much imagination takes place, as reflection, associative thinking. The night world is more colorful than the daytime. On an overnight journey, innermost phenomena occur ... Amigo always eagerly, secretly from the day-to-day bustle, awaits a night voyage, meeting in it an irresistible look of penetrating eyes on the holy face of the incomparable woman.
   There, on a night voyage, he returns often to the Ancient Roman Legionnaire, listening to him about how he lived 2000 years ago. Yes, for some it may seem like imagination. But this is the reality that Amigo lives by traveling in the night.
   Incredible, paradoxical, absurd it may seem awareness that day life exists only for Amigo to have the opportunity to travel in the night, in this interesting, fascinating, fascinating, unforgettable spectacle.

Martin

 ¡Te amo, mi América Latina!
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Me quito el sombrero de ala ancha delante de usted, mi querida América Latina! Fel. Soy tu investigador Soy tu amante caliente Tu grandeza para mí es ardiente y abierta. Tus mechones son una jungla cautivadora. Tus ojos son una flora increíble. Tu cuerpo es la gracia de la fauna. Sus bellos, labios atractivos - un río maravilloso, que sólo querían tocarlo, sumergirse en sus profundidades. Tu corazón caliente es el sol Tu alma misteriosa es tu gente maravillosa. Soy tu fiel, devoto y extraordinario amigo. ¡Te amo, querida América Latina! Siempre me alegra verte, tus hermosos ojos. Siempre me alegra tocar tus tirabuzones gruesos y fragantes. Me alegro de besar tus magníficos labios, penetrar en el calor de tu aliento. Me alegra sentir y hundirme en tu gracia. Me alegra, querida América Latina, que los rayos de tu sol calienten mi alma, enciendan mi corazón.
   ¡Te amo, mi América Latina!

Biocurrents of high frequency.
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Biocurrents of high frequency.

How can one explain the desire to have close contact with someone or something?
Perhaps only the interaction of high-frequency biocurrents.
I pick up an unknown book. At random I read any page.
It's enough for me to understand how close she is to me.
How is it that I accept it or not?
Through the author's style, I feel the tonality of his thoughts and feelings.
And they are transmitted to the reader by high-frequency biocurrents.
It is enough for me to see the person's eyes, to hear his voice, to accept or reject him. I admit that in most cases I reject people who meet.
This I can do fairly straightforwardly or floridly, showing delicacy.
Everyone gets what they deserve).
And not only because they can be bad. They are not mine. We have different frequencies of biocurrents. For example, in LJ I have only two or three people, which are of special interest to me. I have very close high frequency with them.
And what is the closest, dearest person?
They can only be exceptional, desirable personality, possessing surprisingly similar biocurrents. It should be noted that it is not very easy to meet such a person. This is a rare luck. To be close to such a Person, this is great happiness, it is peace and joy. The same is seen among the other living world. Known, for example, parrots, swans, fish, which are called inseparable. They live only with their own kind. Ironically, among people there is not so much similar interaction. And not because, not because they are traitors, traitors. They can be good people. Their trouble is that they do not meet similar ones, because everything is chaotic. And this is understandable, the world does not consist of any order. It remains to hope only for a fluke. How exactly Cortázar wrote about this, that "an unexpected meeting is the most enigmatic in life." The question arises: what to do if such a meeting in life does not take place? Do not despair. Everything is the will of the Most High. For everything, we must thank God. Including the biocurrents of high frequency :).

Martin

Gabriela Rocha - Teu Santo Nome (Sony Music Live)
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Teu Santo Nome

Todo ser que vive louve o nome do senhor
Toda criatura se derrame aos seus pés
Ao som da sua voz o universo se desfaz
Não há outro nome comparado ao grande eu sou

E mesmo sendo pó
Com tudo que há em mim
Confessarei:
Que céus e terra passarão
Mas o teu nome é eterno

Todo joelho dobrará
Ao ouvir teu nome
Teu santo nome
Todo ser confessará
Louvado seja o teu nome
Teu santo nome

Salute, Neonila!
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Salute, Neonila!
 
I never forget you, my beloved sister!
You live far away, where there is war ...
  You do not have the Internet, you do not read my Texts.
    I do not write about the war. I write about what pleases my heart.
    For example, about our house. Or about poppies, which I, still quite a child, together with a small basket of coal, gave our mother and you).
    I know you're against my travels in America). Do not be afraid for me, I'm your brave brother)
    And today, on this joyful day, let scarlet roses be showered from the sky, and not murderous bombs. Be always healthy and happy!
    I embrace and kiss you, my dear Neonila.

Laberinto. . .
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Laberinto...

  ¿Por qué los niños hacen muchas preguntas? Porque están interesados ​​en el mundo.
  ¿Por qué Amigo hace muchas preguntas, vive muchas vidas?
  Porque cada vida es un laberinto, que debe pasar.
  ¿Por qué ir por el laberinto? Para entrar en la próxima vida.
  ¿Y por qué entrar en una vida impredecible?
  Para Amigo, cada vida, cada laberinto es un viaje hacia lo desconocido.
  Allí, en lo desconocido, puede haber arrecifes, remolinos, inundaciones.
  Allí, en lo desconocido, puede haber un peligroso laberinto en el que la muerte espera.
   Amigo lo sabe. A menudo enfrentaba la muerte. Sin embargo, los laberintos continúan pasando.
   ¿Cómo puedo explicar esto? No hay explicación Simplemente Amigo tiene el alma de un niño. Él está interesado en el laberinto.
   Si no hubiera laberintos, entonces no había memoria.
   Si no hubiera memoria, no habría un legionario romano antiguo, un romano, un italiano
   Corsair, Shamanki, Giuseppe Garibaldi, Fierro, Leongins, Beatrice, Católicos Iosifovna,
   isla de Gorriti, Robinson Crusoe, Cortazar, James Joyce ...
   Para Amigo, cada laberinto es una huella de memoria.
   ¿Qué podría ser más interesante en este mundo que el Laberinto?:)

What is more important, winning or losing?:)
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What is more important, winning or losing?:)

   I ask a strange question, is not it? :)
  As a boy, I played chess well. Won, lost ... Of course, I played in order to win. The longest I had was a party of five hours. I was very glad that I won it from a bald uncle. Becoming an adult, I threw chess and began to play other games: somewhere I won, somewhere I lost :). As time went on, I gradually began to understand that in life, oddly enough, it might seem that winning is not so important. For example, I was already sorry for my uncle, who lost chess to a boy. Maybe his loss broke his life: he became withdrawn, irritable, lost faith in himself, lost interest in life. Everything can be ... If so, it would be better if I did not win this game ... The win brings short-term joy, and the loss can be given to the heartache for life ...
   When people turn away from me, I, it would seem, should experience a loss in
  my relations with them. However, I can bear it more easily than I myself leave from them, remaining as if in a winning position. Why is that? Because I admit the possibility of my guilt in front of them and, therefore, do not get pleasure from such a win.
   Life is a complex game. Do not always win. It is sometimes better to lose, for example, a woman, admiring her joy and enjoying the fact that she does not suspect that the loss of a man was deliberate in the game with her win :). Undoubtedly, an intelligent woman with a more subtle emotional construction than most men will quickly understand her "winnings" and appreciate the man who made such a "loss" :). And appreciating his virtuoso combination, she, beautiful, wise, unmatched, will give him a sincere, hot, passionate kiss:)

Martin.

Fog and Rain ...
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djon_perrao
Fog and Rain ...

  The last time Amigo was born in the evening. There was a fantastic fog, it was drizzling rain ...
  So the Fog and Rain were left inseparable by his friends.
  And when they appear, Amigo is unspeakably happy with it.
  Fog and Rain. What a joy it is! Amigo does not forget about them in all of their lives.
    Fog and Rain were born with Amigo. How can they be forgotten ?!
    Fog and Rain ... It's a fairy tale, it's impressionism, this is the real world, it's a parallel world.
    Fog and Rain ... outside the window of the attic hayloft ... wet strands of hair and dragging in the eyes ... This is the Amigo Soul Orgasm.
     Fog and Rain ... This is the Divine Gift!

I do not like ... But I love ...
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I do not like ... But I love ...

I do not like being over-praised.
I do not like being humiliated.
I do not like being insulted.
I do not like to have idols.
And I do not like fools and sycophants.
I do not like when my freedom is limited ..
I do not like laughing at an unhappy man.

The wind of thoughts ...
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The wind of thoughts ... envelops the heart in cold, dotted streams, makes you shrink from excitement, envelops with warm, pleasant streams, gives joyous awe. Wind of thoughts ... a constant companion of a restless soul. He brings many thoughts from the ages, he conveys the memory of ancestors, their troubles and joys, their hopes and faith, he conveys the love of hearts. The wind of thoughts ... it's the excitement, the desire to meet with the pleasant, kind, beautiful; this is an imaginary, sweet life that can remain a chimera or become a wonderful gift from God. Wind of thoughts ... these are illusions, hallucinations, twists, these are nights without sleep ...

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