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Soneto XVII No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra. Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

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Soneto XVII 

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio 
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: 
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, 
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. 
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva 
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, 
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo 
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra. 
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, 
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: 
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, 
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, 
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, 
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

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She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via mediwriter)

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Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants

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Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants

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Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes.
Because for those who love with heart and soul,
There is no such thing as separation.

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All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (via observando)

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This makes me happy.  Always.

This makes me happy. Always.

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Cobblestone Paved Street.  Historic Canfield Street Mansion.  I see a renewed breathe of life in this neighborhood.  Welcome back, Paris of Midwest.  #Detroit #Midtown #VictorianHouses #mansion #oldmoney #motown

Cobblestone Paved Street. Historic Canfield Street Mansion. I see a renewed breathe of life in this neighborhood. Welcome back, Paris of Midwest. #Detroit #Midtown #VictorianHouses #mansion #oldmoney #motown

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Historic Canfield Street Mansion.  I see a renewed breathe of life in this neighborhood.  Welcome back, Paris of Midwest.  #Detroit #Midtown #VictorianHouses #mansion #oldmoney #motown

Historic Canfield Street Mansion. I see a renewed breathe of life in this neighborhood. Welcome back, Paris of Midwest. #Detroit #Midtown #VictorianHouses #mansion #oldmoney #motown

Historic Canfield Street Mansion.  I see a renewed breathe of life in this neighborhood.  Welcome back, Paris of Midwest.  #Detroit #Midtown #VictorianHouses #mansion #oldmoney #motown

Historic Canfield Street Mansion. I see a renewed breathe of life in this neighborhood. Welcome back, Paris of Midwest. #Detroit #Midtown #VictorianHouses #mansion #oldmoney #motown

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