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First Day of Love..

I was there on the first day.
Honesty was a lonely way.
I viewed everyone as so untrue.
Before anything had a meaning.
On that day there was no we.

Then I looked into my heart.
I saw everything forming ,every truth compassion, kindness coming into view.
And there I found, what the eyes or
the ears, can not know.
I saw the birth of our love...
JPenarandaReflections©2015
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Jesus Penaranda

Name: Jesus Penaranda Race: Cuban American Eye color: Hazel Occupation: Communications Hobbies: Photography, writing, spirituality, family outtings, napping Nick Name: Hace History: Hace was one of those kids in high school who got along with various niches. As a result, he ended up with many different types of friends from various nationality and as soon as he graduated traveled the United States from NY to California and places in between. Nonetheless he was accepted by all different cultures and was considered open minded. During a period of living in Texas he attended acommunity college as a electronics student, and somehow was lucky enough to land a job with a large utility company. Remained there and moved to Southern California. Were he took up the study of communication.. Other Facts: Extremely intuitive and sensitive, is an old soul...With an ability to learn something from anyone. I already lost touch with a couple of people I use to be.. more…

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