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Lunamiga

Lunamiga

Mexico

July 19, 2009

HOW ARE YOU?Cool

I´M MEXICAN, I LIVE IN OAXACA, THIS MONT IN OAXACA ARE A TRADITIONAL FESTIVAL: GUELAGUETZA.

WELCOME TO OAXACA

There are people in our lives
that make us happy by mere chance
to have crossed our path.

Some travel the road to our side
seeing many moons pass,
most other barely see between one step and another.

A call all friends
and there are many kinds of them.

Perhaps each leaf of a tree characterized
one of our friends.

The first outbreak is born of our
friend mom dad and our friend,
show us what life is.

Then come the brothers friends,
with whom we divide our space
to flourish as we do.

We know the whole family
leaves those who want respect and good.

But fate introduces us to other friends,
which we did not know
they were going to cross our path.

Many of them call
friends of the soul, heart.

They are sincere, are true.

They know when we're not good,
know what makes us happy.

And sometimes one of those friends of the soul bursts
in our hearts
and is then called a friend in love.

That shines in our eyes, music to our lips,
jump to our feet, tickling our stomachs.

More also about those friends for a while,
perhaps a holiday or a few days or hours.

They often place
many smiles on our faces,
for as long as we're close.

Speaking of close,
we can not forget to distant friends,
those at the tips of branches
and when the wind is always
appear from one sheet to another.

Time passes, the summer is gone,
Autumn is approaching
and lose some of our
leaves, some are born in another summer
and others stay for many seasons.

But what makes us happier
is to continue declining ones by,
nourishing our roots with joy.

These are memories of wonderful moments
when crossed on our way.

I want you, my tree leaf, peace, love, health,
luck and prosperity.

Just because everyone
that happens in our life is unique.
Always leave something of ourselves
& a little of us.

There will be those who will be much,
but which will not leave us anything.

This is the greatest responsibility of our lives
and evidence that two souls
not meet by accident.

Autor: Jorge Luis Borges

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