proust questionnaire

favorite virtue- forgiveness

favorite qualities in a man- humor

favorite qualities in a woman- strength

chief characteristic- commitment 

Your main fault- doubting

Your favourite occupation- acting, singing and dancing 

Your idea of happiness- love and peace

Your idea of misery-  paralyzing fear

If not yourself, who would you be?- (i'm glad to say this) i like myself today and i hope to be more of myself in the future.

Where would you like to live?- new york, paris and tokyo 

Your favourite colour and flower- all, all 

Your favorite prose authors- kundera, heidegger... 

Your favorite poets- shakespeare and sor juana 

Your favorite heroes in fiction- yoda 

what turns you on- dancing

Your favorite heroines in fiction.- 

Your favorite painters and composers- still looking for my favorite; bach, john cage, la monte young

Your heroes in real life- lennon 

Your favorite heroines in real life- my mom 

What characters in history do you most dislike- irresponsible leaders 

Your heroines in World history- yoko ono

Your favorite food and drink- chili, chocolate and mole poblano (yum!), black tea with milk and honey and strawberry milkshake.

Your favorite names- rainbow, lea. 

What I hate the most- people hurting other beings

World history characters I hate the most- i don't like hate  

The military event I admire the most- surrending to peace

The reform I admire the most- equal rights for all (it's a good intention, but intentions are not enough)

The natural talent I'd like to be gifted with- making people laugh 

How I wish to die- peacefully

What is your present state of mind- jamming 

For what fault have you most toleration?- shyness 

favorite motto- "peace and love"  "imagine" 

to fear

i see with your silence

me in-between.

i misunderstood you(r) message

must unlearned what i've learned. 

today i am grateful 

to have experienced your force. 

this old world, suddenly new.

...de tocho morocho

in the process of abandoning mental possessions and laughing about myself.

today, i believe in loveism and i enjoy being feliz como lombriz.

i have found new friends all full of different greens. Wise and beautiful show me harmony.

i want to create new habits sin prisa y sin pausa while the change shows my way back to infinity.

oh i remember how i used to dance... i miss it! 

1:23 happy tic toc !

what do i take for granted?

tomorrow. health. family. friends. showing my love to others. death. food. all senses. home. the earth. heat. colors. dreams. sleeping. sweat. reality. memories. water. air. showers. breathing. spicy. exhaling. my love partner. mondays. movement. cheese. dessert. tea. brown. myself. present. sound. teeth. endings. elbows. stupidity. communication...

the frequently unseen

Layers of truth and fiction

An American Index of the Hidden Unfamiliar by: Taryn Simon

http://www.tarynsimon.com/

commitment to peace

www.peaceoneday.org/ 

mela

honey,

it is twenty three,

here, since birth.

today,

i am committed to this respectful mystery

in this self,

determined to be true

with effort, conscience and faith.

losing fear and choosing love. 

in e opportunity

i thank but i seek

until i can unify pan and share the sweet. 

weeping willow

my one tree love 

wise friend 

who stands in this old earth for hope, joy and peace

for you and all

passages for light, Yoko Ono

We are all standing together, determined to shift the axis of the world to health, peace and joy by loving and caring for all lives on earth. 

keep sending the message :)

si.s

es como es

you and I

for: my aug 23rd

you,
the how in my promise
that is alrea(ll)dy true
whithin this
belief.

you,
expand my heart (and lungs) (thankyou)
en

joy.

soul over mind over matter (or viceversa) (or not)
one not alone
and one leading to another

step.

sweat cleans silence
leading the white

simple.

glad for this communion

free in this one commitment. 

una rata vieja

to my dear sis and the rat :)

la maldita primavera

awareness

a quote for today

The heaviest of burdens is simultaneously an image of life's most intense fullfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into new heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness? 

-Milan Kundera

capulet's orchard

ROMEO

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

JULIET appears above at a window

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far more fair than she:

Be not her maid, since she is envious;

Her vestal livery is but sick and green

And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

It is my lady, O, it is my love!

O, that she knew she were!

She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?

Her eye discourses; I will answer it.

I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

Having some business, do entreat her eyes

To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

What if her eyes were there, they in her head?

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,

As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven

Would through the airy region stream so bright

That birds would sing and think it were not night.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!

JULIET

Ay me!

ROMEO

She speaks:

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head

As is a winged messenger of heaven

Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes

Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him

When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds

And sails upon the bosom of the air.

JULIET

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

ROMEO

[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

JULIET

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,

Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

What's in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

And for that name which is no part of thee

Take all myself.

ROMEO

I take thee at thy word:

Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;

Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

JULIET

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night

So stumblest on my counsel?

ROMEO

By a name

I know not how to tell thee who I am:

My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

Because it is an enemy to thee;

Had I it written, I would tear the word.

JULIET

My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words

Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:

Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

ROMEO

Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

JULIET

How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?

The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,

And the place death, considering who thou art,

If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

ROMEO

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;

For stony limits cannot hold love out,

And what love can do that dares love attempt;

Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.

JULIET

If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

ROMEO

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye

Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,

And I am proof against their enmity.

JULIET

I would not for the world they saw thee here.

ROMEO

I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;

And but thou love me, let them find me here:

My life were better ended by their hate,

Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

JULIET

By whose direction found'st thou out this place?

ROMEO

By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;

He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.

I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far

As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,

I would adventure for such merchandise.

JULIET

Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,

Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek

For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night

Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny

What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!

Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'

And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,

Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries

Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:

Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,

I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,

So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,

And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:

But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true

Than those that have more cunning to be strange.

I should have been more strange, I must confess,

But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,

My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,

And not impute this yielding to light love,

Which the dark night hath so discovered.

ROMEO

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--

JULIET

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

That monthly changes in her circled orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

ROMEO

What shall I swear by?

JULIET

Do not swear at all;

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

Which is the god of my idolatry,

And I'll believe thee.

ROMEO

If my heart's dear love--

JULIET

Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,

I have no joy of this contract to-night:

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be

Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,

May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest

Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

ROMEO

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

JULIET

What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

ROMEO

The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

JULIET

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:

And yet I would it were to give again.

ROMEO

Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

JULIET

But to be frank, and give it thee again.

And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.

Nurse calls within

I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!

Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.

Stay but a little, I will come again.

Exit, above

ROMEO

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.

Being in night, all this is but a dream,

Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

Re-enter JULIET, above

JULIET

Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.

If that thy bent of love be honourable,

Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,

By one that I'll procure to come to thee,

Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;

And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay

And follow thee my lord throughout the world.

Nurse

[Within] Madam!

JULIET

I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,

I do beseech thee--

Nurse

[Within] Madam!

JULIET

By and by, I come:--

To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:

To-morrow will I send.

ROMEO

So thrive my soul--

JULIET

A thousand times good night!

Exit, above

ROMEO

A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from

their books,

But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Retiring

Re-enter JULIET, above

JULIET

Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,

To lure this tassel-gentle back again!

Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;

Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,

With repetition of my Romeo's name.

ROMEO

It is my soul that calls upon my name:

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,

Like softest music to attending ears!

JULIET

Romeo!

ROMEO

My dear?

JULIET

At what o'clock to-morrow

Shall I send to thee?

ROMEO

At the hour of nine.

JULIET

I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.

I have forgot why I did call thee back.

ROMEO

Let me stand here till thou remember it.

JULIET

I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,

Remembering how I love thy company.

ROMEO

And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,

Forgetting any other home but this.

JULIET

'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:

And yet no further than a wanton's bird;

Who lets it hop a little from her hand,

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,

And with a silk thread plucks it back again,

So loving-jealous of his liberty.

ROMEO

I would I were thy bird.

JULIET

Sweet, so would I:

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

Good night, good night! parting is such

sweet sorrow,

That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Exit above

ROMEO

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!

Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!

Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,

His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

Exit

the i

híbrida (in)(ter)dependencia

se-percibe en presencia

y en ausencia. 

1 a 1 en tí(mo), 

en actual. 

construi(d(i)os) los tres. 

(in)t(en)cionalidad del mortal

(di)simula el vacío con teniendo el tiempo metamórfico

y se-crea en/la/ materialidad. 

se-niega 

l'(es)sence

y continúa lo real. 

sacred

love. nature. honesty. honey. heal. home. compassion. comunión. reunir. retorno. reflexión. intimidad. imagincación. heal. rezo. respeto. expandir. faith. appreciate. continuo. through. recuerdo. comunicación. conciencia. commitment. compartir. sonoro. douce. humildad. just. milk. infinite. innocence. creación. cuerpo. movement. ritmo. espacio. flexibilidad. negación. aceptación. autenticidad. subtle. constuir. sensibilidad. sonreír. fidel. morfos. sexo. iluminación. forma. inspiración. intención. simpleza. presencia. ligereza. esfuerzo. beauty. pasión. madre. essence. vírgen. tres. id. estado. 

Caliban Speaks by Caliban

Caliban Speaks

by: Caliban

 

(Caliban enters the room and speaks to Shakespeare)

 

Caliban: Master! Master!

 I am.

 Caliban.

 

I thank you           

Because of you

I am.

But not only.

 

            Real tears           

            running in memories

            of our common past.

           

            Today,

            I play, I speak.

I dream.

In this scenario

I am not a shadow

but Caliban

seen through light.

 

You can listen to me.

Quite an experience isn’t it?

 

(Caliban moves his head towards the audience)

 Now,

These words that have reached you,

few:

 

I have chosen my voice to laugh, to sing, to be.

We have chosen.

You, and me

to (only) use this ___________(actor is thinking)

possibility.

It is not a question

but a perception

of this___________

present  presented

really.

white birth

sucede

un instante es infinito

somos 

un retorno.

transforma

nos a cerca

aqui

pre texto

not a beginning
but a night-dream
(already written in a dark book).

a story that cannot be revealed
jamais!

if we want to be together

then lets become images

and play in this memory

do not even blink 

i'm afraid that our light

blinds it. 

without any space 

we cannot Be

lets imagine one for the world to exist. 

 

+/-

...etcétera

y no es.

vírgenes

la femme,

rouge sexe

qui habite 

la vie en la muerte

con ciclos que se bañan en mikvé

y se abren al devolver.

feelings need to be felt

to my sweet nelly

"the pleasure in a poem... comes from the delight of gradual understanding: to guess step by step, that is the dream... this secret miracle that constitutes symbolism lies in evoking an object little by little, to reveal a spiritual condition". 

Stéphane Mallarmé

once i thought i had become senseless 

when sadness was not vertigo anymore.

i got scared... i smiled

yes (obviously) i could feel

but feelings felt different

"opposite" f. shared the same space

face to face

a parody?

nop, nop: harmony.

if your eyes make you see, then

master past can show you better

there is no need to know what comes next

when fear returns back to dust

and faith leads you to commit yourself to your best possibility.

undictionary word

moi, je suis hereuse 

i thank every person that i have borrowed in life

even myself.

muchas gracias.

 

gentle transparency

(an apology for 'm late)

nos donamos la libertad

sonriendo

like old souls that do right

and left.

a fearless ambiguity

us needed back.

we have chosen limits

and sacrifice immediacy 

for eternity.

possibly maybe

water is what we take today

in me and you there is no regret

but happiness.

thankyou, for there was never a painful name. 

 

el auto araña

me no no like i' :

me puse muy de mal humor ese día :/

lv

ysl

synchrony

Mandelbrot set

logistics

1+1= 3 = hone(st)y = L.ove
1-1= 1=i= question
0= h=b meditation
2=x= d.os= donate= compassion
a= a-will= work=creativity
= illusion
+ - = symbols
a+8= present=return=peace.

to Lea

ambiguity is the place where I begin
when muses blink at it.
I am not writing but listening carefully with all the senses
of what is present, of what is given.

zero-h guides with light
while patient arrows wait to be signified
in emet.

All is, thus always has been.
subtly it appears as a prince
when we are ready to contemplate it
and commit to this appreciation
expanding into-d.os together.

next is mystery.

ellen and paris hilton go clubbing

intimidad

en ti, mi; descubro.
in mi desnudo
sí, mí, sin mí.
da
na ".
de "".
no a b c
1, 2: 3

because hearts dance too

bye bye black bird

director: robinson savary
2005

chunky move

just lovely :)

en méxico 19 de marzo-21
(Teatro de la Cd de México)

happy elvis day!

la carabina de ambrosio

regresando a cuando tenía tan solo unos cuantos añitos... y este era mi programa favorito:

forma/contenido

durante una semana he estado sí, obsesionada con la forma y el contenido. hoy, en un "accidente" Nicolás de Cusa me dio una linda respuesta.

gracias. 

en el universo el centro está en todas partes y la circunferencia en ningún lugar.

Dios, en cuanto infinito , supera toda limitación y toda oposición. A medida que se aumenta el diámetro de un círculo disminuye su curvatura, y en el límite una circunferencia infinita se convierte en una recta infinita: en Dios se halla la coincidencia de los opuestos. si el universo tuviese un centro, estaria limitado por otro universo. pero en el universo Dios es centro y circunferencia. La Tierra no puede ser el centro del universo. 

B38

eye reveals yes

by today

infinite hears

three (w)holds

harmony.

love

la vida no tiene fin.es.

......................listen.dance

1.......2.............. 3..... 4......... 5........ 6..........7.......8

....bum.......................... bum
...........bum..................................... bum
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.........................bum.................... bum
...........bum ..................................................bum
........................bum ..............bum
...bum.............................................................. bum
.........................bum........ bum

noche de espejos

uno es Uno
es uno, y uno a la vez.
no es detrás de uno
Todo es uno a la vez.
Un retorno
sólo, es:
uno

297 a 4

paris, paris, paris... tan solo pronunciarlo con un mal francés, casi alemán me devienen olores, sabores, sensaciones y sentimientos. hablar de esta ciudad y limitarla a champs elysées, l'arc du triumphe, la tour eiffel y le musée du louvre es poco acertado porque, madames et monsiuers, no es así. Paris no trata de monumentos, de comida o de jardínes, sino habla de los detalles y la sutileza que solo se encuentran en la belleza.

comienza el día con una sonrisa robada, quizás de la Mona lisa. El despertar en un departamento de 27m2 con un balcón bebiendo, un exquisito thé de les marriage freres; percibiendo el delicioso aroma de la patisserie más cercana provoca, descender aquellas escaleras verdaderamente angostas, fuck diet and get ready for le tour del placer. biensur!

(y no está de más decir que un día como este no sería domingo)

recorrer las calles sin probar un pastelito, una crepa de nutella, una baguette o un macarrón de vainilla de la durée es... una mentira! porque si algo es verdad es que aquí siempre crees tener hambre. además, la comida es una buena manera de conocer (o eso quiero creer), la personalidad hedonista de francia.

sentarse en un restaurante parisino en medio de la calle, como si la vida no fuera surreal y lidiar con el mal servicio y la mala actitud de un típico mesero francés (que tiene la propina incluída) es algo cotidiano. para aquellas personas que les gusta escuchar conversaciones de otros tan solo les resultará el impulso de querer hablar francés. merd! sin embargo, para practicarlo no es necesario haber nacido en Francia puesto que hay otros artificios para expresar el "francés" que todos llevamos dentro como lo son, varias copas de vino y... mais oui, l'amour!

no hay duda que cada persona es una posibilidad (no todas la tuya), así que mientras unos turistas se enfocan en tomar fotos de Notre Dame porque creen que es un excelente souvenir, otros siempre esperanzadamente buscamos que el amor arrive "sorpresivamente" y así aprovechar todos los lugares que hemos previsoriamente planeado para un romántico rendez-vous.

mientras tanto, el carrusel girando, las boutiques en soldes, las galerías de arte y los cafés miran el atardecer que advierte la noche. Con este pretexto, no hay nada mejor que buscar un lindo rinconcito como le pont des arts para despedir el día y compartir la música de la guitarra, un picnic y los baños públicos improvisados.

al haber ya recorrido todos los arrondisements, e ir de belleville a montmarte, caminar por el quartier latin, montparnasse y LE marais es hora de ir algun bar/fiesta/antro/ or all of the above para mantener la noche abierta a más posibilidades y regresar a casa por la línea uno, antes de que el hogar oloroso de los chomeurs cierre.

en realidad, no hay guía para conocer l'escence de... NADA bueno lo que intento decir es que lo mejor que se puede hacer es perderse abrirse al acontecer.

(:)

it is true.

when you know people podrán leerte, your words change. 

I must confess that, for me sharing what i write/think is a big challenge. usually, it takes me so much time to open myself. now, im working on being vulnerable, so i guess it makes sense. 

 mm... anyways, la intención de ( ) ha sido únicamente expresarme e intentar que other (unknown) people encuentren palabras para leer alguna experiencia o sentimiento que han vivido. In short (not shortcut), buscar empatía con los seres humanos. I really love empathy :)

i'm glad that we shared this brief instant.

free tibet

mantras (manas: mente, traiate: liberar)

"Eres nada y siendo nada eres todo"

Cada mantra se considera el sonido correspondente en cierto aspecto de la iluminación y se recita para identificarse con ese aspecto de la mente. 

om: meditación, sonido primogenio del universo (blanco)

ma: paciencia (verde)

ni: disciplina (amarillo)

pe: sabiduría (azul)

me: generosidad (rojo)

hung: diligencia (negro)

Algunos lo escriben Om mani padme hum, otros om mani pedme hum. Este es el que salio en enciclopedia cibernética :)

dance, dance, dance

probaditas de mi...

¿qué me hace ser lo que soy?  nada en general y todo en especial.

amo la naturaleza pero me encanta vivir en la ciudad.

tengo mala memoria y no puedo dejar de ser curiosa.

escribo con las dos manos y manejo con los dos pies.

no puedo escoger mi sabor favorito: la cajeta y/o el chipotle.

soy felíz con mis propias obsesiones.

detesto las despedidas pero me apasionan los inicios.

disfruto de la soledad y siempre conozco gente nueva.

me hace reír cada vez que el "si" y el "no" conviven.

me cuesta mucho trabajo hacer una sola cosa a la vez y sin embargo soy muy fiel.

mi color favorito es el blanco y mi número es el 3.

escribo citas de lo que la gente me platica

cuando tengo muchas cosas que hacer lo último que hago es lo primero que debería hacer.

no soy prejuiciosa pero tengo muchas preferencias.

creo en las tradiciones pero necesito del movimiento

vivo encontrando casualidades pero confío en mis presentimientos. 

siempre cambio de rutina 

tengo muchos postits porque si no, me pongo nerviosa.

sonrío mucho porque me gusta que la gente me sonría

y soy honesta porque no se decir mentiras.

quizás, quizás, quizás

(photo by: Sam Taylor Wood)

Le he dado mi blog a poca gente quizás es porque tengo miedo a enamorarme.

"Je suis une femme trés independent", "con nada y con nadie".

He lastimado a gente y me averguenzo de ello. No solo porque son personas que amo, sino porque son seres humanos y me esfuerzo por evitarlo. Se que somos buenos y todos buscamos lo mismo: somos uno. Entonces, ¿porqué he de lastimarnos? Vivir en una ilusión es reusar a la vida y yo siempre he creído estarla viviendo. Quizás, como dice Monsivais: "ya no pasa lo que estaba entendiendo". 

behind the scenes with fashion designer Paola Hernández

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Hace ya más de un mes que no veo la tele. De esta me he olvidado ya y de alguna manera me siento mal por abandonarle. Antes, dormía diciéndole: "buenas noches" y ahora estoy haciendo todo lo posible por remover aquel  mueble que le sostiene. Y si lo quito, ¿qué es lo que deviene?

Con el corazón de un ser humano le entregué energía, tiempo y cuidado en un íntimo intercambio, pero hoy la vista se dirige hacia otra parte. No hay nada que pueda cambiar puesto que el cambio viene con lo cambiado ya. Pienso que lo hubiese prevenido,  pero imposible verlo antes de que se ha distanciado. 

No me di cuenta en que momento pasó del amor al olvido y, de ahí al significado. Me pregunto, ¿a qué lugar se moverá? Únicamente puedo decir que "esto" repentinamente sucede. ¡Liberémonos y movámonos y que existas en mi para siempre!