La compa

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Solidaria cómo nadie!

Siempre lista con o sin dolor.

En la lucha con el cuerpo en sudor.

Respirando profundo.

Enpapar el cuerpo con chorros.

Seguir sin parar hasta terminar.

El sueño hecho realidad.

La lucha de cuerpos ardientes.

El honor de amante a la libertad.

Hasta luego compa!

En el coraźón de un loco vives!


Lo que es!

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Son cosas diarias que vives y te dan reacciones logical e ilogicas.

Todos los días son retos, pruebas a sobre salir.

En un mundo diferente al donde venis.

Pero aun así, te paras y peleás por lo justo.

Por lo qué creés, por lo qué te define.
Aunque no hay cambios, tu firmeza sobre sale cómo una espina encrustada

Encallada se queda, pero la lesion  recuerda la injusticia del pasado.

Tarde o temprano el callo molesta y la pelea trae la victoria de lo que siempre fue tu principio.

A chis!

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Disfrutar de el arte es disfrutar de la vida.

Disfrutar de la familia es felicidad en la vida.

Fantasiar el amor y la mujer pareja es saber disfruta de vivir.

Pero tomar cerveza y tener todo lo dicho es deveras algo natural.

When the water stop running

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Wetness is gone, the flavor lives.

Dripping current breaks the norm.

The smell of humidity brings the storm back.

The more water, the unbreakable chorros..

Feeling it on my skin is reliving the rain.

The warer is gone,

But the rain can be back.

The 12th

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Uphill, the road was rough.

The end seemed close.

Hard to believe it when the run was fun.

Great journey with ups and downs.

Mostly happiness and excitement

But, it was coming.

When the pool is two or three.

The grass in the other side looks greener.

The final is now.

Life goes on, and the blue remains imprinted  like the water of Lago Coatepeque.



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Wandering around and yet known that I was there.

The bright strings coming down your face.

Does nothing but awake lust.

The white smile bring assurance of fun in the making.

You must be a scorpion to domisticate in order to survive.

Nothing will stop from integrating mystic souls into one.

Let me know what your next sting is.

I might be willing to suffer the concequences.


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Gone south and I can’t find north.

Without you, base camp is empty.

The lingering critters are lost.

Little by little, things are falling in place.

Routine is new and different.

One step at time, my head is coming together.

Lots of chores make me realize, you are needed.

I will sit here calmly waiting for your arrival.

I miss you and we need you.

Enjoy the south.

In the north, we think and dream of your company.

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