ANIMAL PLASMA

  your thoughts invade me I leave it what I say and forget myself  Everything takes me with feelings I lost my dominance My desire to have a sense Move the voice and the silence  I know that I wake with your mouth  ####### Pedro's Books

  A star sparkling on haven  Clouds wondering to rain makes to believe  that covered sky of light is moving away  Chained in a dark blanket unifying the fire in stones and organics matter My infinite is narrow  very much small  The human mind climbs to the unknown Beginning and waiting in each step Hundred years of education again  Same with the use of technology A blink from there The speed light in space  We repeated until the last amount of knowledge  It is what we can sometimes share in this selective civilization The abandonment as the premise of exclusion The sensible perception  The jump over  beyond the metaphor God’s merchandising and faith  I hear the sound The voice from an inanimate soul Love is not for all Cabbage leaves, in his mind, represented money, the power for survival. ####### Pedro's Books

  A cabbage has infinite leaves; each leaf is called a possibility. In the set leaves, we can imagine a cabbage; we have more than a cabbage properly. We have a business structure that continues. Any definition of a business spirit makes itself time wasted in the pursuit of something. Money and realization or a sense of life in the middle of ethical decisions from some experiences and proposes from this nature is created for an integrated endeavor, a finality. Family, personal social history, religion, responses for a community that is participating, working group, understanding about politics, laws, orders, government rules, and paths of your own of a business are features of human life, and it is not different in a mind that wants to make a plan for the future. How to take up a plan with all these proposals is asking whose answers are divided into their own theses in what the reason for earning money in that place turns out to have meant. Cabbage leaves, in his mind, represented mone

  (Have fun, the life is a flight) It was awesome she climbed a chair and in a jump to the window and kept crouched there Once, was she singing in Latin and another time walking barefoot in a park She got down forty hundred steps of  the staircase from the office where she worked - it was ordinary She rolled away into bushes and weeds of the backyard while my father read to her She never gave up on playing and laugh In the theater, she was getting many times sleeping It needed movement At night, she recited poems kissing me before I go to bed My mom, I dream with her Without anyone wait  a silence invaded our life My joy bird, a day took off  Flew to the sky ******* Pedro's Books Remembering Bessie when she bit me. She is in the sky;  I miss her.

  I am, and that's something for me. Being through the other. To be someone is yet perfect. It is the passport to existence. A life to share with others so that I can say hello and hear another hello, too. The discovery of the other comes like a gift that shows us life. In loneliness, we are not nothing. All things moving in our minds come from living beings, especially mankind. Our memory is a daily construction from these others that live in our lives, feelings, expressions, and words. The reason for life is to learn to search for the better for all. This 'all people' is the totality without a parcel, part, or piece. It is an all-in-all that we can learn now. Not one of us dropped out of that table or crossed the empty. It is the playing that none who takes the win must forget, like leaving us behind the rest of us. We are together. We are the winners and are equally responsible for who wins. When someone takes the prize because it makes something absurd or magnificent, w

  Love widespread in pain is tragic is something like a return on yourself; the source of that To go beyond that is almost a waste of loss of time Furthermore, the meaning of the concept of goodness does not lead that emotion to remain.  It is closed.  Love is to give but, at the same time, receive.  Between these actions is the source of them from each one. No one can offer what one does not have and get what one does not know. The love condition is in the middle way; it is a seek.  It does not be in someone or out of him. We give up love when we leave to search for it. Love is a process in which two parts try to convey in affectiviness effort. ####### Pedro's Books

  Ella puede Rehacer el rostro y hacer un anuncio como los de las cosas perdidas Ella puede reproducir la  imagen en papeles y perderlos todos sólo para encontrarlo abandonado de nuevo - una memoria de lo que no existe No tener nada caminar desnuda como tuviese perdido a asimismo puede correr basuras para adornar el tiempo dejar monedas en un vaso sin jamás volver a verlas cantar ¿Por qué no? Fuera de tono no hablar Inventar alegrías Pero no puede dejar de ser