"The more in science we advance,
The more do we grow," you say;
Still, Nature's love, abundance
Forgive us all in every way.
She lessons us to endure
Just like the green grasses do;
We, humans, can't all ensure;
We fail to remain pure and true.
......
The lurking demons,
Lying deep down within me,
Strive against my good.
When you trust someone
Without keeping one foot outside the door,
Without second-guessing their words,
Without building a backup plan,
You’re not being foolish.
You’re being real.
Because real trust
Doesn’t wear armour.
It doesn’t carry doubt in its pocket.
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Words are real action
The reality is also sometimes stunned by words
Words that Absurd sometimes also have an affair with reality
Reality that plays with phenomena is sometimes not as idealistic as we think
The spirit in the equivalent word chosen as diction may be right next to the norm or ethics
The body in the heart of a word is always meaningful
The spirit that realistic in words is easily co-opted by symbols in the real world
Body of You, me and all of you resides in a name in a word that has special
meaning
......
Ay, pensé que me amabas
Pero no lo hiciste en realidad
Sé a ciencia cierta que amas
Éxito, dinero, mis sueños y propiedad.
Sí, no me amabas
Por la moda reaccionaste
Cuando tú y yo necesitábamos el dinero todopoderoso
¡Oh! Te volviste malvado, chiflado e hinchado.
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The lurking demons,
Lying deep down within me,
Strive against my good.
"The more in science we advance,
The more do we grow," you say;
Still, Nature's love, abundance
Forgive us all in every way.
She lessons us to endure
Just like the green grasses do;
We, humans, can't all ensure;
We fail to remain pure and true.
......
It doesn't raise its voice.
It doesn't ask to be believed.
It simply remains-
quiet,
unshaken,
watching the noise pass.
The truth that doesn't lie
sits in the space between
what was said
......
De kamer is stil,
maar mijn hoofd beweegt.
Gedachten schuiven als wolken
voorbij een zon die ik niet zie.
Ik kijk naar mijn handen
alsof ze me iets willen vertellen
wat ik allang vergeten ben.
Mijn dromen zijn dromen
......
It does not shout.
It waits,
still,
unmoving,
until you are ready
to stop pretending.
Truth has no mercy,
but it has no malice either.
It simply is.
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