Mania: I have not cured of the habit of writing bitter night. I get dark circles on the floor, I have leaned the first lines and always seem willing to give me a nap. I sleep bad, very bad and only then I can write. There is no way to do so accompanied by the sun. No way.
Smile: Practice it. Other than a smile either. Is a smile aimed at bright eyes. They are bright, not blue, or green, or brown. They are brilliant. The idea is that after that smile her eyes shine brighter than before, the heart race and life stops for one, two, three seconds. Or for an eternity. Psychedelic
: I've always liked that word. Psychedelia. Madness agreed between all colors. A dolphin that blooms in the sea. A mask of feigned laughter but beautiful. Including a poem or a song melody that is given to several autographs. Thus, psychedelia, an indefinable smell perfume.
Contrast: A sky. A sky blue, purple and orange. A sky wrapped in soft flames of a quiet evening. It seems incredible people on the street, horns of cars, the latent violence. It seems incredible that the city is almost always dressed in chaos, a city that does not match the sky perfect. That sky is the hope of a promising future multicolor. A hope that inevitably dies at dusk.
Soledad: As we had to have felt the first star who was born in heaven ...
Travel: To leave a bit of soul into every corner of the world. Also to bring other pieces of geography and made a quilt of memories, experiences light of progress made. You have to bundle up at night with her routine. And then dream. Joanna Ruiz Méndez
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