feelings [Theme] Page 287

You are silent, but they say the corners of trembling lips...

Heart barefoot, sing to me.
Fire hurts
The water is terrible.
In your every gesture
Your heaven too
There is no love anymore...

Eventually they fall in love with each other, because when I make love to this lesson sooner or later mixed with feelings.

Worthless feeling, which is the price.

We are afraid of themselves, of their essence, and most of all his own feelings: they deprive us of peace of mind. But if a person is able to love, if suppressed his ability to feel? The suffering is necessary to awaken us from sleep, we try to avoid them. As we are not right! Suffering, you feel like your spirit is getting stronger...

Remember, we said that there are no feelings stronger than grief? This is not so. The important thing to be able to forgive, because forgiveness can change everything.

Women perceive more sense than consciousness, they suffer the deepest secret of art only at the time of his life, when his voice finds a sympathetic response in their soul.

For a man who never traveled, every new place, much different from his native land, looks very tempting. If you do not talk about love, the most joy and comfort bring us trip. Everything new seems somehow very important, and the mind, in fact, merely reflecting the perception of our senses, inferior to the influx of impressions. In a way you can forget the beloved, to dispel sorrow, to rid himself of the specter of death. In simple terms, "I'm leaving" lies the whole world does not find a vent.

Closed people are often more in need of a Frank discussion of their feelings, what people unrestrained. The sternest stoic is human after all, and invade safely and friendly in "the silent sea" of his soul - so often to give him the greatest favor.

Please contact to your feelings. What they are is not important. After all, feelings mold us into a person.

To be neutral does not mean to be indifferent and insensitive. Don't have to kill my feelings. Enough to kill in hatred.

And what does it mean to die? Perhaps, the man has a hundred senses, and with the death of die only five known to us, and the last ninety-five remain alive.

Watching his "future guy", a look somehow unwittingly falls for the ex.. and all night and all night can't tear away my gaze.

Siempre me quedará
La voz suave del mar,
Volver a respirar la lluvia que caerá
Sobre este cuerpo y mojará
La flor que crece en mi,
Y volver a reír
Y cada día un instante
Volver a pensar en ti.
En la voz suave del mar,
En volver a respirar la lluvia que caerá
Sobre este cuerpo y mojará
La flor que crece en mi,
Y volver a reír
Y cada día un instante
Volver a pensar en ti.
With me will forever remain
The soft voice of the sea.
To breathe again the rain that will drip
On the body and water
The flower that grows in me.
And laugh again,
And every day at the moment
To return to thoughts of you.
Under the soft voice of the sea,
Again feeling the rain that will drip
On the body and water
The flower that grows in me.
And laugh again,
And every day at the moment
To return to thoughts of you.