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Me about me
I sing and then I breathe. Music is so powerful and I learn everyday of it, of every composer, of every poet and musician. Music lives everytime in my mind and it owns me when I sing.
I am a woman who sings and that makes me stronger, wiser, braver; and when I sing I undestand what to pray means and I can reach the divinity thro it.
...and I know that I am alive and my senses fill out with the inmensity, sometimes fatality and beauty of being a human.
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I love to sing, that is why I came to this world.
-Graciela
The rose
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The rose grows up, with lovely colours
people look at her and admire her colour and scent;
nevertheless the rose does not perfume herself more
or change her colours to captivate.
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The rose is always herself, she lets the wind to touch her,
she feeds the hungry hornets, but she does not wait they stay always with her.
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She knows she has thorns, she doesn´t want to hurt those who try to love her or to have her. She feels pain. She only wants lo live.
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The rose doesn´t want to be helped, she is happy with her existence, proud of the nature she carries on herself with life and souls fuel.
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The winter can come, because she is ready to let her petals fly, and she will be reborn in herself with new colours, one day, with the sun.
-Graciela
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