Month: May 2020

An eye at sun and the zodiac’s bull

A  An essay for the sun! May we give  the hope in love , a profound  love , only human soul can to know. To searching  the smiles, the word sensibility and mister of every day. Look the sun, you walk in his warm searching new circles of seasons for to find the philosophy to be. The shadow , the phantasms, the disillusions disappear with sunset ‘sun, he is the positive element that you is...

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shoes in Sping

Entering in spring there are also questions. What the shoes wearing? What colors do you love? Black, brown, white, rose, blue… Eh, there are ! An eye for the shoes, an eye for a man! The spring  stays good near you. The first thing; you fall in love, second thing; it makes you elegant, third thing; it covers you with joy. A pinch of  female charm stays and in shoes. The spring 2020 we choose the...

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May

Crossing of April we arriving in month of May.  We have a sign strong; bull and the spring’s sensibility.  A month for lovers, a month of colors, a month of Madonna ; fruits, trees, flowers, birds… Hear, look! Strawberries ? Cherry?  Apricots? Peaches? Pears? Watermelon? Lemons? Grapefruit? Parsley? Basil? Rosmarinus?  Rose? Are for you. The generosity in tastes, perfumes, not missing; to ask the love,...

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Friday

Today is Friday. A day that you can to be good, have the compassion, with you and others.  You forgot passed, today can thinking, living the beautiful tings, you can start again. It must be a day for forgot ; for thinking to future; the Friday is perfect. A moment of meditation, a balance for his psychic, two hours of relax.  The memories are losts; you look the appointments, you think to tomorrow. Today you make...

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The time

Forever you search the seconds, the minute , the hour.  A question makes me thing; to respond is simplicity; you run after the time, you missed the space.  You need of time, in all; you are birth in time with time, the raisons are with each minute, second, you leave her for amusement; the love is suspended.  What thing you missed? Second, minute, hour? Or the time in genre?  It’s the empty  in...

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