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A sunrise
Knowing that you spend your life looking for happiness, when we have it right in front of our eyes. Every morning to wake up and see a sunrise is to know that we have the opportunity to be happy, in the aroma of your cup of coffee and in that little reading looking out the window, watching the hours go by.....
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I am
I am one of those women of big dreams and small realities, of those whose favorite color is blue; like the sea, to one day lose myself in its immensity. Of those women with big eyes and fake smiles, of those who fall in love for life; who don't care if love goes away...
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Today I got sick of you
Today I miss you like I haven't missed you for so long, with that impatient desire to hear from you, to hear your voice, to see the sparkle in your eyes. Just thinking about you makes my skin crawl, I think about you and I miss you more and more. Today I got sick of you, of those desires of having you...
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Don't miss me
That life gives you, teaches you and makes you believe that you are lucky, to have peace and harmony and so one day unintentionally, without thinking it snatches everything, shakes us, transforms us. It lets us fall without fear of pain, that one that changes you forever, that one that you will carry all your life to remember?
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Yellow
I am yellow, I am happiness and joy, like a juicy pineapple in summer; like that yellow rose that does not want to conquer anyone, it only wants to transmit its happiness of being beautiful and different. Yellow like a fragrant guava or orange that you can enjoy in your solitude. I like to be as yellow as the sun that shines...
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I am not forever
And so one morning I can wake up being the sigh of a great night, I can be the cup of ground coffee, the sunrise, the traffic, the melody that plays on the radio. I can be the glass of wine that accompanies the pasta, the wind that blows you through your walk, the savannah that caresses your skin....
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It was probably just a bad trip
I always believed that your love was real and that our love was unique. But after the overdose of love, of inhaling your perfume, of those kisses that made my head explode, I understood that it was probably just a bad trip... because love doesn't exist. Photography: ourutopia Susan De la CruzCommunicologist by profession, lover of...
