aldiqua and Beyond. I'm afraid of confrontation, of having to line up, take a position with respect to a hypothetical line of demarcation. I really want to know what my future? It would be much easier to think about their future as the newspaper that becomes infinite. You might think about his future by looking at the faces of their parents and become convinced that good-or evil-the end appearance at least, will be the one.
could instead continue to dream, to unknown places, men and women who know, who will become part of our lives, promising procreation and inheritance of characters, vices and virtue.
could continue to think that maybe there will be a future or that someone has already written for us.
All these thoughts are part of being human. And 'the eternal question about the fate that makes us so unstable. Eternity.
of this city on the horizon, I see only colors. As in a transfiguration, the sounds are made and filled with nuances of life.
The heartbeat is trying to remain stable to the vicissitudes that have-at best-at no extra cost to continue to expire seconds, minutes, hours, new dawns and sunsets.
The eyes are always there on those leaves that move in the mud and flying between the gravel does not make much noise. My senses were accustomed to personal and social dynamics that do not appreciate, let alone accept: I am firmly convinced that love her divorce is desecrated, and yet I'm still here. To remind me that they are one step closer to collapse when I go too far, bombing of cruelty in the intimacy of memories.
I just feel that beat, that is no longer mine. It 's a constant do not know.
I thought they were the headphones that isolate me from this corner of the world so that it becomes equal to everything else.
If you can not change yourself, however, tend to homogenize the environment. Change music, words change but the mood does not seem to perceive it. Would you like to just be somewhere else, new people and new continents to be able to draw.
My world begins to grow: I do not feel they belong to a place and people also begin to lose their entity. Let me be clear, only to be lost. But I'm also haunted by the presence of too many people.
Who wants me here and who still elsewhere.
begin to understand that greatness is knowing where to live lean and lean not know where to live. It sounds silly but it is not: people have feelings and external the words dedicated, memories that hold. Similarly, every person is a member of these things, that only mentally have an owner. I live there, as many of you at the crossroads of the gray matter that does not weigh too much. Every time I think, is a communion of roots, intentions, future projects and truths that make us one, anywhere, anyway.
Stop asking me about the future.
I have a dream to make but I do not know where. And I do not want to know.
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