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melancholy of nothing between now and then in the flow of the river of time I've become tired of the indifference of human beings to the sun, the sky and the trees on the forest which provide us with water and air and the magic of life flowing ever so slowly between the chaos of nothingness and the stream of everything which flows between you and me from here to everywhere.melancholy of nothing by ~cesil99
i am nothing, if not my thoughts, my spirit, the essence that moves on the carpet of existence, the ray of energy that burst me out of my bed in the morning. I am quiet, I am weak, I am slow, I am you.
but whatever happens, know something: if one day you awaken to the truth beh
In the valley... You see that stone, that rests quietly looking towards the valley from the north… I am that stone.In the valley... by ~cesil99
Do you see that tree rising high on the middle of the valley, its shadow an oasis below the heat of the sun… I am that tree.
You see the river, crossing the valley, slowly, never spreading, just a single current from top to bottom until it reaches the sea, far away, unperturbed… I am that river.
I am the stone. I am the tree. I am the river.
I am alone.
Love is just pure physics Love is just pure physics: A nerd storyLove is just pure physics by ~cesil99
I watch her with a sidelong glance, sitting on the corner. Her sight is concentrated on a textbook that she’s holding on her arms, probably a part of the small tower of books that’s in front of her on her table. Her hair sports a simple look and her clothes are simple and casual. It looks really good on her, although I know that this time the purpose of choosing this style wasn’t to look good, but to be comfortable to what maybe has been long night of study. And I, the same as with most of the students that are here on this library, am getting ready to resume my reading.
Einstein, o
El amor es pura fisica El amor es pura física: Un cuento nerdEl amor es pura fisica by ~cesil99
La veo de reojo sentada en la esquina. Su vista está concentrada en un texto que tiene en sus brazos, probablemente parte de la pequeña torre de libros que tiene en frente sobre su mesa. Su cabello lleva un peinado sencillo y su ropa es casual y simple. Le luce muy bien, aunque sé que en esta ocasión su propósito al escogerla no fue lucir bien, sino sentirse cómoda para lo que tal vez ha sido una larga noche de estudios. Y yo, al igual que la mayoría de los estudiantes que se encuentran aquí en esta biblioteca, me dispongo a reanudar mi lectura.
Einstei
Sta.sh
