Undiscovered

I look at you, you bite your tongue

You don't know why or where I'm coming from

But in my head I'm close to you

We're in the rain still searching for the sun

You think that I want to run and hide

That I keep it all locked up inside but I just want you to find me

I'm not lost, just undiscovered

And when we're alone we are all the same as each other

You see the look that's on my face

You might think I'm out of place

I'm not lost, no, no, just undiscovered

Well the time it takes to know someone

It all can change before you know it's gone

So close your eyes feel the way I'm with you now

Believe there's nothing wrong

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I'm not running

I'm not hiding

If you dig a little deeper you will find me

I'm not lost, not lost, just undiscovered

And when we're alone we're all the same as each other

You see the look that's on my face, you might think that I'm out of place

I'm not lost, no, no, just undiscovered

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James Morrison

Esencia esencial

Cambios, procesos, descubrimientos redundantes…

…todos dificultan su comprensión.

La madurez trae novedades, supera hechos y los deja atrás, sin embargo solo ahí es posible darse cuenta que ciertas cosas nunca debieron irse. En realidad ellas no se van ni es interesante que se vayan. Son parte del perfume de cada persona, entregan un gusto especialmente ideal a todo lo que toca, para convertirlo en único y propio.

Pero la gente toca inconscientemente tonos ajenos. Y cada toque es capaz de volver una vez mas a la vida los aromas dulces y los amargos. Activan sutilmente el sentido de la memoria. La hacen volar a través del alma, recolectar elementos que despacha directo al corazón. Y una repentina taquicardia se hace evidente, falta un respiro y no mas que uno. Eso es suficiente para encontrar la respuesta.

Un sentimiento tan real como pueden los sentimientos mas íntimos ser.

Solo y solo ahí se reencuentran alma y carne.

Aunque no se si se encuentran o los encuentran jaja

"El perfume es la forma más intensa del recuerdo. Debe ser como el tema central del Bolero de Ravel. Una especie de lenta obsesión."

Jean Paul Guerlain

The Bug's Nook Tale

Once upon a time there was a little BUG in a huge garden

IT used to think professional achievements were life's best rewards

and it did so day by day in the same nook for about 4 years, but one day a big drop of water fell from the sky, It was the biggest water drop ever seen, even so nobody saw it.

The unexpected crystal sphere hit the ground so hard that every single bug got shocked, sticks, leaves, etc, it all moved

The next day was much more than another day, the garden had more grass, more flower, more bugs…

The little bug would never be little again, because HE realized life's real happiness was having insects around

So thats how MY life became full of joy

Thats how ENTE would never return to the nook

…and as William Shakespeare said: "One touch of nature makes the whole world kin"

PS: thanks to every new insect in my life.