LaurenSimons

I need to find you so that I do not continue suffocating me to not be able to kiss you so that the heart does not give up and do not stop loving you I want to recover you I need to find you because you stayed with everything that was my songs, my kisses, my dreams, I have them Lost no longer endured the punishment of half of my soul has stayed with you I need to find you so that I do not continue to suffocate the not being able to kiss you so that the heart does not surrender and do not stop loving you I want to recover you I need to find you because you stayed with everything That my songs, my kisses, my dreams, I have lost the punishment was already my songs, I have lost the punishment

What could miss me if I have you? What could miss me if you're here? I like you like all you don't believe that for a while you bring me in love. What else can I ask if I have you? What else can I ask if you make me happy?

What could miss me if you are my everything? And I'm going to confess that you bring me very crazy and if I fall in love with your mouth and your beautiful face I like your feelings as I want, mine are accommodated and, what else can I ask if I have for me? And what could miss us if you and I are happy? If I fall in love with your little mouth and your beautiful face I like your feelings as I want, mine are accommodated and what else can I ask if I have for me? And what could miss us if you and I are happy? And if I fall in love with your mouth and your beautiful face I like your feelings as you want mine accommodate and, what else can I ask if I have for me? And what could miss us if you and I are happy? If you and I are happy if you and I are happy

I saw you, you saw me, at first, it was a joke then then the truth appears exchanged smiles, some time less than an hour and below the table your heel touched my boot

It was simpler than making the table of one and at breakfast time, I already knew that I loved you weeks of starting with the adventure, the moon became honey, and a pa' Tijuana concert was forbidden, it was impossible, but we did What we felt after that, we saw almost daily our friend the calendar gave us 400 appointments of loving ourselves, we turned two strangers I don't know who took your hand today or where I am right now

It was simpler than making the table of one and at the time of breakfast, I already knew that I loved you weeks of starting with the adventure, the moon became honey, and a pa 'Tijuana concert was forbidden, it was impossible, but we did What we felt like, Yeah spending time, analyzing the rupture the version that the wolf has is not the Little Riding Hood of loving ours 'The other one we see we repeat about the first appointment

Blessed his bitch luck but more bars that allows me to have you but only shared I would make you happy a thousand lives and another thousand more if you want pity that you are forbidden and thus no more, you could not shout to the world that we see each other hidden I know that you would also like to shout that you are only mine and what title you put me when you talk to your friends you tell you that I am your lover or you tell them that I am the love of your life I would make you happy a thousand lives and another thousand more If you want pity that you are prohibited and so on, you could not shout to the world that we see each other hidden that you would also want to shout that you are only mine

Maybe today there's another path that we must walk, oh and who knows what things will be good in? But it doesn't matter, the curtain will now close and it will no longer open but in the same way I know very well that it will hurt

It tried, but we're human We said "forever" But you lasted only a while And I, one day we were everything But today we are the music that sounds in the background Maybe that's what we will be for others, oh just a song that No one listens to but that is there, huh if this is so, it is fine for me because few stories end like this, oh leaving a mark, a song, a souven No one listens to but that is there, huh if this is so, it is fine for me because few stories end like this, oh leaving a mark, a song, aMemory

I don't know what's happening to her. She hasn't wanted to talk to me anymore. I feel different. She looks at me with anger and I don't know Maybe I just miss her old way of being I look for her and try but there's nothing else to do I have even been jealous because I cannot understand her Maybe someone else got to her Or I don't know Maybe it's that she got angry at me.

And I'd like to be perfect for her to do me her way And that she would give me a hint to be more than perfect That she wouldn't see a flaw that she wouldn't look for excuses And to my kisses she would surrender for pleasure And that he would look at me totally in love that he would surrender to my arms and embrace me tightly When he touches my skin

I look for her and I try but there is nothing else to do. I've even been jealous because I can't understand her.. Maybe someone else got to her or I don't know maybe it's that she got angry at me and I'd like to be perfect for her to make me her way. And that she would give me a clue to be more than perfect that she wouldn't see a flaw that she wouldn't look for excuses And to my kisses she'd surrender for pleasure And that he'd look at me totally in love When he touches my skin

My heart has stolen me; And love, seeing my anger, He told me: He was taken For the most beautiful eyes What a living I have looked. Thanks supernatural They have it in prison. And if love is right, lady, by the signs, you have my heart.

My love is with a slight attire among the apple trees, where the most yearning breeze breezes are going to run in company. There, where the jovial breezes dwell to cut the early leaves in his path, my love goes slowly, leaning towards his shadow that lies in the grass. And where the sky is a cup of light blue on the laughing earth, my love walks slowly, raising her dress with a graceful hand

You will come naked with open arms I will rest on your breasts, my head you will say the words that I hope will sing sweets, you will promise seas and valleys and mountain peaks, I will be the father of your children you will shine as the lightning I will make myself a star you You will be my girlfriend, more beautiful than all the girlfriends I will sing songs by Jorge Ben you will have long hair I will braid the mine you will want a house in the field I will build a cabin next to the river you will sometimes dress with all the colors of the iris I I will always love you, you will want flowers, a horse, a guitar and we will never work, never

I offer you between clusters, green segments and roses, my naive heart that humiliates your goodness; Do not want to destroy your affectionate hands, your eyes rejoice my simple gift. In the garden my body tired the morning auras covered with Rocío; As in the peace of a dream, the fugitive instant to rest anxio. When in my temples the divine storm, I will recline, playing with your thick loops, on your number my dreamy forest, sound with the rhythm of your last kisses.

You have me and I am yours. So close to each other Like the meat of the bones. So close to each other And often so far!. You sometimes tell me that you are closed, as hard stone, as wrapped in secrets, impassive, remote. and you would like yours THE KEY OF THE MYSTERY. If nobody has it. there is no key. Neither myself, I don't even have it!

I know a giant and strange hymn that announces on the night of the soul a dawn, and these pages are of that anthem cadences that the air dilates in the shadows. I would like to write to him, of the man dominating the rebel, petty language, with words that were once sighs and laughs, colors and notes. But in vain it is fighting, that there is no figure capable of locking him; And just, oh, beautiful! Yes, having yours in my hands, I could, to the ear, sing it alone.

Love of my entrails, live death, in vain I wait for your written word and think, with the flower that withers, that if I live without me I want to lose you. The air is immortal. The inert stone or knows the shadow or avoid it. Inner heart does not need the icy honey that the moon pours. But I suffered. I scratched my veins, tiger and dove, on your waist in duel of bites and lilies. Fill out my madness or let me live in my serene night of the soul forever dark.

In the heart of the most secret mine, inside the most distant fruit, in the vibration of the most discreet note, in the spiral and resonant snail, in the densest layer of paint, in the vein that in the body more It sounds, in the word that says softest, in the root that lowers the most, more hide, in the deepest silence of this pause, where life became eternity, I look for your hand and decipher the cause of wanting and not believing, end, intimacy

My slave, fear me. Love me, you know. My slave! I am with you the most vast sunset of my sky, and in it my soul as a cold star. When my steps turn away from you. My own whipping falls on my life. You are what is inside me and is distant. Fleeing like a choir of pursued mist. Next to me, but where? Far, which it is far. And what being far under my feet walks. The echo of the voice beyond silence. And what grows like the moss in the ruins.

Cover, love, the sky of the mouth with that raised extreme foam, which is a jasmine that knows and the one that burns, sprouted in the tip of coral of rock. Aloqueme, love, his salt, aloca your lancinating supreme flower, bending his rage in the headband of the cliff that classes it. Oh tight flow, love, oh beautiful ketch tempered of snow by such a narrow grotto in living flesh, to look how your fine neck slips, love, and it rains with jasmine and saliva stars!

However, in these thoughts my self almost despising, sometimes I think of you, and then in my state, like the alondra at dawn that arises from sullen earth, sings hymns at the gates of heaven; For your sweet love remembered such wealth, it brings that I disregard my state with the kings.

As if each kiss were a farewell kiss, My love, let us kiss, loving. Perhaps we may already be touched on the shoulder by the hand that calls to the boat that comes but empty; And that in the same beam binds what we were mutually and the other's universal sum of life.

A mystery burns in your eyes, elusive virgin and companion. I don't know if it's hate or love the inexhaustible fire of your black alibaba. With me you will go as long as my body casts a shadow my body and sand remains in my sandal. -Are you thirsty or water on my path? Tell me, elusive virgin and companion.

To love, to love, to love, to love, to love always, with all and with the earth and with the sky, with the light of the sun and the darkness of the mud; to love for all science and to love for all longing. And when the mountain of life is hard and long and high and full of abysses, to love the immensity that is of love blaze and burn in the fusion of our very breasts!

A mystery burns in your eyes, Virgin Esquiva and companion. I don't know if it's hate or love is the inexhaustible fire of your black Aliaba. With me you will go while projecting my body and remains to my sandal sand. - Are you thirsty or water on my path? - Tell me, dodge and companion.

Sometimes I want to be cheesy to say: I love you madly. Sometimes I want to be silly to scream: I love her so much! Sometimes I want to be a child to cry curled up in its bosom. Sometimes I want to be dead to feel, under the wet earth of my juices, that a flower grows by breaking my chest, a flower, and saying: this flower, for you

Neither memories or omens: only present, singing. Neither silence, nor words: your voice, only, only, talking to me. Neither hands nor lips: only two bodies, in the distance, separated. Neither light nor darkness, neither eyes nor look: vision, the vision of the soul. And finally, neither enjoyment, nor heaven nor earth, nor up nor down, nothing just love, just loving

I offer you between clusters, green segments and roses, my naive heart that humiliates your goodness; Do not want to destroy your affectionate hands, your eyes rejoice my simple gift. In the garden my body tired the morning auras covered with Rocío; As in the peace of a dream, the fugitive instant to rest anxio. When in my temples the divine storm, I will recline, playing with your thick loops, on your number my dreamy forest, sound with the rhythm of your last kisses.

As if every kiss Out of goodbye, Chloe mine, let's kiss, loving. Perhaps I already touch us On the shoulder the hand that calls To the boat that comes only empty; And that in the same do Tie what we were mutually And the universal sum of life. Loving is this shy silence near you, without knowing it, and remembering your voice when you leave and feeling the heat of your greeting.. Loving is waiting as if you were part of the sunset, neither before nor after, so that we are alone between the games and the stories on the dry earth..

Oh, which one I adore you! With the daylight your name invoked and sad, and when the sky in shadows is still called the soul of mine. You are the time that my hours guide, you are the idea that attends my mind, because in you it is concentrated as much as there is, my passion, my hope, my poetry. There is no song to match your accent or when your love tells me and delusions revealing the faith of your content; I tremble in your voice and tremble if you look at me, and I would like to exhale my last breath burned in the air you breathe.

We weren't looking for ourselves in the orchards with an apple between the murmurs of the silk in the naves of the churches we were always inside the other in the body of God of double face in the medieval paintings of the basements of the museums and in the photos of our innocent parents as paper ours Guided cities in the smell found places where men infinitely built rivers they entered the seas as trains in the stations the unattainable mountains curdled in the caves if I am a mountain you are a cave inside me in the mountain in the mountain where There is a mountain inside me where I am not

Love at first sight. Both are convinced that they have joined them a sudden feeling. That security is beautiful, but insecurity is more beautiful.. They imagine that as they didn't know, nothing had happened between them.. But what about the streets, the stairs, the halls in which they could have crossed? I would like to ask them if they don't remember -perhaps an encounter facing ever at a rotating door, or some "sorry" or the sound of "he was wrong" on the phone-, but I know his answer. They don't remember. They'd be surprised to know that it's been a long time since chance plays with them, a coincidence not quite prepared to become their destiny, that he approached and away, that he got in his way and that containing laugh. There were signs, signs, but what to do if they weren't understandable. Won't be fluttered a blade of one shoulder to another three years ago or even last Tuesday? There was something lost and found.. Who knows if any ball in childhood bushes. There were picadouts and bells in which one touch overcame another touch. Suitcases, side by side, in a slogan. Perhaps a certain night the same dream disappeared immediately after awakening. Every principle is nothing more than a continuation, and the book of events is always open to half.

For me, the most important things are my dreams and my goals, that's why I strive every day to achieve them, thanks to you also for making my life happier and for being part of this process, I will tell you what else happens in this. Crazy and fun life I love exploring each of my fantasies, I want you to show me how you want me to touch each part of my body to excite you, I want to explore each of your fantasies together and I want to show you mine to fill you with pleasure. Every moment we're alone, I don't want to have any limitations with you..

Feel free to express all your wishes to me. I have an open mind and I love to experience new things. Never forget my limits, I like respect and I do not tolerate the lack of it, I hate disloyalty, since I am a very loyal person. I just wanted to tell you that a few days ago I went to a party, the truth is that I had a great time, I met extraordinary people who make my life a little happy, I like to have fun, dance, go out and distract myself from my routine, but no think I forgot you, whether you're on camera or not, you'll always be on my mind

I recently took a trip to a spectacular farm, where I enjoyed my last vacation to the fullest is in Cali, a city very close to where I live, well, I had some cakes and the truth is that they were very strong, I would do it. I love visiting wonderful places like this, I fell in love with this place, its climate and its people, the truth is that I had never been to this corner of my country.

I like the sport that I like the most. Sport is life and play as an expression of joy, freedom, liberation and hope. So, it is a challenge to recover this spiritual sense of sport and project it into society.. I am also a very spiritual person and I love everything that has to do with it.. I love every aspect of what I do, but deep down what I really want is to find someone who fills my soul, who can please every point of my body and mind, who with a single word can bring out that part of my being.. . Me. Defeated, who loves me and who can make me happy, I really see myself with an incredible person who is full of beautiful details for me, I want to have a family and beyond luxuries, have true love.

A couple of years ago I wanted to get to know Medellín because of its organization and its management of environmental issues. Last year for my birthday I traveled to Medellín for the first time and it was incredible. It is a very beautiful and organized city. I was surprised by their transportation system.. The public and the culture of the people, it may seem silly but I live in a very big and messy city and I loved seeing a city in my own country that has everything under control, I also went to the botanical garden and the planetarium, which are two places which are quite important to me, I also went to an electronics event and I was very happy on that trip, I enjoyed every day and had an incredible experience.

About 10 years ago I started a taste for makeup and all the things that can be communicated or expressed through it, it's a quite modern and versatile type of art, I started buying products while I learned something new and always practiced on my face, after a while, I took a class in which I learned a lot of things and I continued to educate myself on the subject because it is seriously something that I am passionate about, currently I already have a slightly larger makeup collection and I do makeup for other people. And I've improved a lot, I still have some symmetry problems, but I'm already working on it and I want to start in the world of artistic makeup..

-My passion for baking began with the rise of YouTubers because they uploaded many cupcake recipes and caught my attention, so I started buying the necessary tools to make the recipes, at first I didn't do it very well because the cakes were a bit Hard and the creams were very sweet, but I didn't get around to the idea and started trying different recipes from books and videos, my parents saw my passion and enrolled me in a baking course where I learned many things and my passion increased. To the point that I started creating my own recipes and now everyone who tries my desserts is delighted and requests more.

-When I was learning to ride a bike I wasn't afraid of anything and I rode my older cousins' bikes that were super tall and big. One day we were going down a main street and I was on their bike. When we reached another avenue there was a small slope so the motorcycle got off and I was getting closer and closer to the main road, at that moment my cousins saw that I wasn't stopping and they got scared so they started yelling at me to stop, I panicked and what I did was jump to the platform to stop, I hit myself a little and since that day I'm afraid of riding a bike where I can't reach the ground with my feet.

I want to tell you that these stories have marked a lot throughout my life and what more to share them with you, if you find the teaching do not hesitate to write me and share it with me, I'm dying to know what you think.

A wolf that, while eating meat, got stuck in its throat.. It began to cause him great pain and he ran desperately trying to get help.. On the way he met someone after explaining the situation to him, he begged for help, promising to give him everything he asked for. Although cautious, this someone accepted on the condition that he fulfill the agreement. He withdrew and watched as the wolf recovered and could breathe normally, after which he asked her to fulfill his promise. However, the wolf replied that it was reward enough not to have devoured it despite having had it between its teeth". This fable by Aesop (although there is also a version in Indian tradition in which instead of a wolf the animal in distress is a lion), teaches us that we cannot always trust what others tell us and promise, since there will be those who will be ungrateful to us or even those who will lie to us and manipulate us. us to achieve their purposes without valuing their own efforts.

A couple of farmers who, one day, discovered a solid golden egg in one of the nests where they were raising chickens.. The couple observed that the bird produced such a prodigy day after day, obtaining a golden egg each day.. When reflecting on what made the chicken in question have this ability, they suspected that it had gold inside.. To check it and get all the gold at once, they killed the chicken and opened it, discovering with surprise that inside the prodigious bird was the same as the others.. And they also realized that, in their ambition, they had put an end to what had been enriching them". This fable, associated with Aesop although also versioned by authors such as Samariaga or La Fontaine and which sometimes tells us about a chicken and other times about a goose, teaches us the importance of putting aside greed, since it can lead us to lose what we have.

A woodcutter who one day realized that he did not have his instrument. Surprised and with tears in his eyes, he found his neighbor near his house, who, as always, greeted him smiling and friendly.. Upon entering his house, the woodcutter suddenly became suspicious and thought that it might have been the neighbor who had stolen his axe.. In fact, now that he thought about it, his smile seemed nervous, he had a strange expression on his face and he would have even said his hands were shaking. Thinking about it, the neighbor had the same expression as a thief, he walked like a thief and talked like a thief.. The woodcutter was thinking all this, increasingly convinced that he had found the culprit of the robbery, when he suddenly realized that his footsteps had taken him back to the forest where he had been the night before.

Suddenly, he tripped on something hard and fell. When he looked down. I'm not! The woodcutter returned home with his instrument, regretting his suspicions, and when he saw his neighbor again he saw that his expression, walk and way of speaking were (and had been at all times) The usual. which is part of many traditions but which apparently has its origin in China, helps us learn that sometimes our thoughts and suspicions cause us to have distorted perceptions of reality, being able to misinterpret situations and people very easily, it also teaches us not to accuse someone. For free until we have real proof of what we accuse them of..