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Hate knows full well that it is in hell, and that he envies loves ways.Profound shadows belong to colosal columns of love.

I will penetrate, deep into your body, deep into the sea, and rise to the surface to see the sky face, beauty, invisible. i am atom, i see the picture.
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You are a gazelle, that is caught in my vision.
My eyes are out of control

My cup overflows, my tongue goes wild, my direction, gets lost in the hall of mirrors.
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I want the beauty of the orchid to blossom, and disperse, in the universe, as an offering, to the great one.

and the earth to stand still, and hold on to my heart.
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The outlines of the veils you, have obscured the beauty that lies therein, and i would but grab your inner innocence, and hold it to my chest.
I would treasure it that's all,
Then I would do anything i could to rise you up, and I'm not the sort to let fall, AM i the slave of destiny, I fear the brightness will go away. In which Direction do i fall, where best do i serve a flower, every petal, with sweetness, with light. not doubt but clarifications, i can see the murkiness will reveal the matter, of course, and your affection will come with the temper, that your muscles use to rise me up and then fall.
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I think i fly, into the sky and devise, a gods palace, with ruby columns, and silk canopies, and soft cushions.
Here i can dream, of my lovers beauty, who gives me all that i desire, and satisfies my earthly needs. Brings me joy when i need in with her smiles and gestures that gaily turn my life into a field of daisies.

Takes me to the top of the mountain where there is no chaos, and a lingering calm, bemuses and stirs, my soul to comfort.
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I always like to sunbathe, the heats caresses, sends me into fantasy land, thinking of loves burning, energy, elates me.
I feel like, I touch the impossible, sky and all my love is fulfilled,
A little mansion in the prairie, and all my the universes, designs are more than realised, arranged, things discarded.
The light illuminates the way, i mould destiny like clay. i concentrate, I look through the hole, I see vastness, the gifts of love are monumental, is there a deep hole in me cut by love.I waver in the wind delicately in and consult the gods.
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I am a wave and see a vision of Eden,
A beautiful, cut Cristal, shined different coloured lights, my fantasy expanded, which harmoniously ondulates with the sky.
fly through the rocks, through the mirrors, yo and me, we, will be careful not to step in any holes, your silhouette, makes me feel
, the violin, is in flames, mountains again,
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your love is light in the night.
I almost doubted the feelings matte-rd, birds do. colours do.
the blizzard was radiation from TV,
censors
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I move and see the sea.

I'm walking along a muddy road, watching the seasons change
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Rivers flowing incessantly

Your centre
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Rivers flowing incessantly

Your centre
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Rivers flowing incessantly

Your centre
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This lantern of love that i carry to the end of the street

That takes me to Nirvana
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I Love that part of the branch that marches that is so divine, with eyes of ruby.

You still, wear those masks and purport to be close to god,
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The only desire of love, is creation, although, multiple obstacles lie in the way.

A vision that engulfs the world, results from this process of creation.
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cristobal obregon silvertop Biography

Painter, of abstracts.Have exibited in Mallorca, Menorca.the Canaries

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Love, Your Radiance Is Helpful.

Hello, i want to touch you, feel the waves of love pulsate through my veins. Permeate. There is no other, love, and no other better pass time. To eat a cake is nice, but ugliness, soon, puts one off.. The sands of time can tell of no other love, that floats above, that melts heaven and earth together, joins hunger and reward, produces, medals, do i love, you Can bet, sometimes the shadows though i am stone, do i feel, yes, i follow the music, there, i kiss, the the carmine lips, the earth yields, its treasure, freedom, in the skies is appears, its expanse is infinite, i am subject to metamorphoses, I see a new vission, and the dawakening is near, i find a beach to surf, Isn't it beautiful the paradise.Can love really move me from heaven to hell, or from hell to heaven, who are these people. Love, piece of light under a stone.Begining or end, enter the hall, of mirrors.Through you i disperse, into the eart, become the mystery.

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