<center>http://zeleiracordero.vornix.blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/photo-1547808605-035ba9794319.jpg</center> <br/><center><strong><em>Entre la fe y la incredulidad, un soplo. Entre la certeza y la duda, un soplo. Alégrate en este soplo presente donde vives, pues la vida misma está en el soplo que pasa.</em></strong></center>

<center><em>Omar Khayyam (Poeta persa)</em></center>

<h1><center>Como pétalos de rosas raras</center></h1>

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<center><em>Yo sé que algún día aquí, 
sobre la tierra,no estaré nunca más.
Habré partido 
como los pétalosde rosas raras, 
cuando los llama el viento.
Y esto no es una idea nueva
pues está en mi sangre, entre mis venas,
mis formas vuelan.</em></center>

<center><em>No es preciso pensar 
en despedirse 
en este preciso instante,
cada quien tiene claro su tiempo,
como toda materia guarda memoria 
de su nada póstuma.
Con ver las hojas del otoño basta, 
con ver un ramo de rosas, sobra.</em></center>

<center><em>Sé que un día, escondido 
de noche en tus ojos 
y de día en el esplendor de tu sombra,
me buscarás y ya no estaré allí.
Porque lo eterno vive de lo efímero,
como en nosotros, el dios que nos vigila
con tanto misterio con su perfil de ave
y en su vuelo que siempre está en la puerta.</em></center>

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<center><strong><em>Between faith and disbelief, a breath. Between certainty and doubt, a breath. Rejoice in this present breath where you live, for life itself is in the breath that passes.</em></strong></center>

<center><em>Omar Khayyam (Persian Poet)</em></center>

<h1><center>Like petals of rare roses</center></h1>

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<center><em>I know that someday, here on earth,
I won't be around anymore.
I will go like petals of rare roses, 
when the wind calls them.
And what I'm telling you is not a new idea, 
because is my blood, is my veins,
my forms fly.</em></center>

<center><em>There's no need to think
in goodbyes, at this very instant, 
everyone has their moment,
since all matter keeps the memory 
of his posthumous nothingness.
Just look at the autumn leaves, 
with seeing a bouquet of roses.</em></center>

<center><em>I know that one day, 
how hidden night in your eyes 
and day in the splendor of your shadow,
you'll look for me 
and I won't be there anymore.
Because the eternal lives on the ephemeral,
as in us, the god who protects us
with so much mystery in his bird profile,
and in his flight that is always at the door.</em></center>

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<center><strong><em>Written by Zeleira Cordero @zeleiracordero</em></strong>.

19/01/2019

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