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¿Quien soy? -- ©Lupita
Puedo hablarte de mil cosas,
puedo comentarte algo agradable,
puedo hacerte reír o llorar,
pero por ahora dejemos eso a un lado,
para que tú conmigo lo hagas.
Deja escapar lo que retienes con recelo,
deja que vuelen más allá de estos cielos,
que atraviesen llanuras y montañas,
Deja por un momento escapar tu alma.
Deja que esas lágrimas recorran por tu cara
agua bendita de dolor y de tristeza
pero también de amor y fortaleza.
Dime que escondes en esa sonrisa tímida
que envuelve tu mirada,
dime lo que tus manos quieren tocar y no pueden,
dime si en tus sueños te emocionas al percibir
el aroma de una rosa dime lo que quisieras decir y no haces.
Descríbeme tus penas paso a paso,
para que juntos dejemos las tristezas
También quiero conocer tus emociones
conocer tus emociones y alegrías,
tus desvelos y fatigas, ilusiones ya perdidas
los amores de tu vida,
te preguntarás ¿quien soy para pedirte tanto?
soy tu Corazón, el que te acompaña y habla
y que muchas veces olvidas,
el que te escucha y te ama,
y te pide que me dejes estar siempre contigo
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Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist
The Prologue
The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in
the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages,
he found a story about Narcissus.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth
who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell
into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower
was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the
story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the
Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh
water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they
said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you
alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said
in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each
day to contemplate himself!!"
The lake was silent for some time.
Finally it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus
was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my
banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty
reflected."
"What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.
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