there really someone "ugly" ?.... what is the parameter to "measure" beauty?. I think there is no such parameter. Who I find cute to others, so each has its own parameter.
Each person has a different concept of what beauty is ... although we are bombarded by advertising models "perfect" Luckily we were some who know that this is more than superficial.
I firmly believe that the beauty of the people are inside and there are no people "ugly", as to the outside. The word "ugly or" sounds so shallow and empty ...
consider it a gift to find the hidden beauty in others. To see beyond the best of our eyes ... look deeper ... to discover the inside knowledge of others is a wonderful thing.
Personally I want people to see me beyond my "container" and remembered for as I am and not how I look.
Those people who knew more people there are my nearest and dearest ... but perhaps over time and not much stick out in the first wrinkles (I am 6 days turned 27) ... are those people who know that physical beauty is not eternal but the inner beauty of soul endures even when we're gone.
toast to all those who discover, know and feel that "what is essential is invisible to the eye."
Good week and good life!.
Besos!.
Tell me how the sun is falling.
While speaking think
That handsome you are, how lucky be
half the picture of a sunset
I see the hear,
because my eyes are your voice.
Closer, that when we are cheek to cheek,
my hands I draw,
your scent tell me your age.
Together with you together without knowing why,
surely notice me
the glow of an illusion,
your side because I can forget.
That to me is always at night
but tonight is like a sunset,
if you get me to go to life,
your eyes are the ones that shine.
And the moon to erase
in my eternal darkness
heaven has a name: your name.
What I would not give contemplate
even a single moment.
It's cold. It's late and you have to go back,
someone waiting for you, sure.
Again, the time we left ... back?,
tell if tomorrow return
how you did each evening,
to tell how he dies the day.
and left, he walked away from her .
But as in the cards ...: colon, PostScript,
I forgot, I did not show.
witnessed only by chance,
until suddenly, he asked
was beautiful, not?
"over the moon", "I said, and smiled. Never again will
blame for trying
dawn.
will not get lost in the night,
for her soul shines more strongly today
a million suns.
But in the eternal darkness,
sometimes he hears voices:
what I would not give contemplate,
even a single moment ...
... What I would not give contemplate, even a single moment ...
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