☀️🌘Sunshine🌒☀️

In the quiet corners of my childhood days,

your paws still echo in forgotten ways.

Though time has carried you far from me,

your gentle memory stays, soft as a breeze.

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En los rincones tranquilos de mi niñez,

aún resuena tu paso con delicadez.

Aunque el tiempo te lleve lejos de mí,

I thought time had erased you, that my steps were only silence, but seeing you again, everything returns: the laughter, the tenderness, the old longing.

We are not who we once dreamed of being; life changed us with its harsh hands, but in your eyes, the flame that never truly dies still shines.

The streets saw us walk like strangers, and in the tremor of a belated embrace, the promise of our youth was rekindled.

And although I know that yesterday doesn't return, and that the present cannot wait, Paris extended its silent magic to us,

for a first love that refused to be forgotten.

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Pensé que el tiempo te había borrado,

que mis pasos eran solo silencio,

pero al verte de nuevo,

todo vuelve: la risa, la ternura, el viejo deseo.

No somos los que una vez soñaron,

la vida nos cambió con sus manos duras,

pero en tus ojos,

aún brilla la llama que nunca se apaga del todo.

Las calles nos vieron caminar como extraños,

y en el temblor de un abrazo tardío,

la promesa de nuestra juventud revivió.

Y aunque sé que el ayer no vuelve,

y que el presente no puede esperar,

Paris nos extendió su magia silenciosa,

Motivational phrases/ Frases motivacionales

"Don't wait for the perfect moment to realize your dream; start with what you already have, where you are, and however you can, because imperfect action beats perfect inaction."

"Whenever the path becomes dark and it's difficult to find the way out, it doesn't mean you're lost; often, it's in the moments of greatest uncertainty that the strongest and most authentic version of yourself is born."

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"No esperes a que llegue el momento perfecto para realizar tu sueño; inicia con lo que ya tienes, en donde estás y como puedas, porque la acción imperfecta supera a la inacción perfecta."

Judgment flares, the voice burns, when the other doesn't think like oneself. Fear cloaks itself in inflexible reason, and the soul closes like fierce ivy.

Different ideas, why fear? Can thinking differently break us? But hate is a wall, dry and deep, that isolates the mind from the rest of the world.

Acceptance isn't surrendering to others; it's seeing a complete reflection in the other. But if hate guides the conversation, dialogue dies, and resentment is born.

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In the warm shade of an ancient eucalyptus tree, a koala sleeps, peaceful and gentle. Its paws hug the wounded bark, as it dreams of giving new life.

It sees an untouched forest, without footprints or fire, without smoke, without noise, without man or ego. The leaves whisper without fear of dying, and the sky breathes, without having to flee.

There is no plastic in rivers, no asphalt on the ground, no cruel machines declaring war. Only greenery sprouting, healthy and peaceful roots, and a world that beats without looking back.

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En la tibia sombra de un viejo eucalipto, duerme un koala, tranquilo y manso. Sus patas abrazan la corteza herida, mientras sueña con dar nueva vida.

Ve un bosque intacto, sin huella ni fuego, sin humo, sin ruido, sin hombre ni ego. Las hojas susurran sin miedo a morir, y el cielo respira, sin tener que huir.

No hay plástico en ríos, ni asfalto en la tierra, ni máquinas crueles que declaran guerra. Sólo verde que brota, raíces sanas y en paz, y un mundo que late sin mirar atrás.

Take me to the moon, where it will be just you and me, Let me be the beacon that guides our path, That holding hands we will cross adversity.

In the darkness, our shadows become one, My mind and soul revolve only around you, In these moments, hidden under the light of the night, We wait for the first light of dawn.

Your eyes, like shooting stars, illuminate my life, Some divine power must be guiding our love, Because in your smile, my heart finds its home, With you, in your arms, I never feel alone.

Like a soft breeze, whispering, Our love carries us across the universe, where destiny will make us one.

Take me there, where our souls touch, where nothing and no one can separate us, and where I can forget the sad reality, before the night erases our memories.

The love that blossoms within me, Knows no limits, no reasons, Only in your arms can I find my peace.

By your side, my heart beats again, and my soul is free, When this storm passes, and the sun rises, Our love will be another failed story.

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Llévame a la luna, donde estaremos solo tú y yo, Déjame ser el faro que guía nuestro camino, Que tomados de las manos cruzaremos la adversidad.

En la penumbra, nuestras sombras de vuelven una, Mi mente y alma solo giran en torno a ti, En estos instantes, ocultos bajo la luz de la noche, Esperamos las primeras luces del alba.

Tus ojos, como estrellas fugaces, iluminan mi vida, Algún poder divino debe estar guiando nuestro amor, Porque en tu sonrisa, mi corazón encuentra su hogar, Contigo, en tus brazos, nunca me siento sola.

Como una suave brisa, que susurra, Nuestro amor nos lleva a través del universo, donde el destino nos hará uno.

Llévame allí, donde nuestras almas se tocan, donde nada ni nadie nos puede separar, y donde yo pueda olvidar la triste realidad, antes de que la noche borre nuestros recuerdos.

El amor que florece dentro de mí, No sabe de límites, ni de razones, Solo en tus brazos puedo encontrar mi paz.

You swore eternal love, forgetting was eternal.

So short was the sigh, so long was the wound.

I believed in the flame that burned, in the peerless oath. My soul united with yours, without foreseeing this end.

But the light promise, like a dry leaf flying, faded, bewitching, leaving me only to weep.

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Juraste eterno amar, eterno fue el olvido. Tan corto el suspirar, tan largo el estar herido.

Creí en la llama que ardía, en el juramento sin par. Mi alma a la tuya se unía, sin presagiar este final.

High walls of silence, hallways of deep sorrow. At every corner I witness, the shadow of a "you won't return."

I entered blindly, seeking a sweet ending. Now torment is my game, in this fatal labyrinth.

The paths twist melancholically, memories of a time long gone. The promises are the edges, that suffer without finding serenity.

The walls are your absences, your forgetfulness, my cruel prison. I suffer deep influences, from this bitter unreason.

And I continue wandering and disoriented, without direction or map. In this ancient labyrinth, the devastation of my pathology.

Perhaps there is no door, that will finally free me. Only the uncertain certainty, of a love never before seen.

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Muros altos de silencio, pasillos de hondo pesar. En cada esquina presencio, la sombra de un "no volverás".

Me adentré con paso ciego, buscando un dulce final. Ahora el tormento es mi juego, en este laberinto fatal.

Las sendas se tuercen melancólicas, recuerdos de un tiempo atrás. Las promesas son las aristas, que sufren sin hallar serenidad.

Las paredes son tus ausencias, tu olvido, mi cruel prisión. Sufro hondas influencias, de esta amarga sinrazón.

Y continúo errante y desorientado, sin dirección ni mapa. En este anciano laberinto, la devastación de mi patología.

The red thread, that tied my destiny to yours, was not made of strong silk, but of smoke, dissipating in the first breeze of your indifference.

I wove it with my purest dreams, with the certainty of a sun each morning in your eyes. Now the thread is ash between my fingers, a bitter dust dispersed by the wind.

The sworn eternity dissolved in the elongated shadow of your departure. And the sun each morning is a cruel mockery, an open wound that bleeds silently.

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El hilo rojo, que ataba mi destino al tuyo, no era de seda fuerte, sino de humo, disipándose en la primera brisa de tu indiferencia.

Yo lo tejí con mis sueños más puros, Con la certeza de un sol cada mañana en tus ojos. Ahora el hilo es ceniza entre mis dedos, un polvo amargo que el viento dispersa.