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You're like that little bird I look
forward and hope to see every year
and that visits me only in the spring.
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Tú eres como esa pequeña ave que espero
con ansias todos los años y que solo me visita al
llegar la primavera.

Esa ave tan bella que puedes observar por
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Para mi, Latino quiere decir que uno reconoce todas las culturas que viven en uno mismo. todos tenemos diferentes identidades, diferentes acentos, pero nos une un hilo invisible con un tinte distinto que se entrelaza con los demás para formar un hermoso y
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If you want to make sure of keeping the heart intact, you must give it to no one. I wrapped mine carefully round with pastimes and little luxuries; avoided all entanglements; locked it up safe in the casket or coffin of my ego. In that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it
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We face the most compelling era of mankind: exponential growth of new technologies, cheaper electronic devices and the globalization of knowledge, commerce, and ideas along with the rapid growth of emerging markets of colossal sizes will generate
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Today, I sit here and daydream
Of the first day we crossed paths,
I still remember the sound of your celestial voice.
That voice which hides timeless and treasured memories
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The night is calm,
The moon is full, the tides are fair,
As I sit silently in a new and foreign land
I reflect on the memories I shared with her...
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The Best Poem Of Franz Israel

My Little Bird (English)

You're like that little bird I look
forward and hope to see every year
and that visits me only in the spring.

That beautiful bird that you can watch
for hours and never get tired of it.
That bird that flies like no other.
Your fly is not a flight is more
like a wonderful dance.

That beautiful bird that awakes the desire
to capture it and put it in a beautiful
crystal box rather than waiting
three seasons to see it.

That bird that arrives with the spring and
renews the color of the leaves and
the flowers of my garden.

Your flap always beats to the sound of the
branches of the neighboring trees and your
singing is so sweet that it scares away my storms.

Ohh! Finally it is time for your singing!
Time to love. Sing to me little bird!
Share with me your lovely melody.

In my garden, I want to hear your singing;
and go into a gentle sleep and rest. Now
I understand, why my little bird fills my soul again
with deep joy.

Fly high little bird; fly always return navigating the winds,
Enter quietly in my garden, call at my door and surprise me with
your singing, because your flying is my air and your singing is my dream.

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