That banality, to present the love as merchandise

The green vegetation flowed in the water of the river, and the agitation of the it goes and it comes from the gentle wind, it threw silver sun drops on the surface of the river. Birds, thankful for so divine gift, they typed in yours to chatter. Everything thanked, because it seemed, no, everything is a symphony of Beethoven.

The girl played in the creek, and the flowers pursued her. She moved away them obstinately, and the flowers folded again the persecution. The girl laughed, laugh, and laugh. She looked and he forced the creek to change of position. And the flowers were so embarrassed, and the very angry girl, beat them a lot, of kissing. And them, the flowers, cried a lot. The moved girl said for the creek to return to the that was before. And the flowers returned to the persecution. And the girl laughed, laugh, laugh.

Everything is composed of symphonies. Without a doubt that the Universe is you of this discloser. Our life is a symphony very badly orchestrated in those that we voted for the power, and whose orchestra is always very badly out of tune. Never forget: he always struggles for happy beings.

Our brain gets happy, he surprises with the musical sounds that they penetrate him. And the stress is expired. It is very easy be happy, but a small group that governs the world, that doesn't want exists, and it hates us when we exhibited the love. The perfect balance of the Nature exists because there they govern the sublime laws of the love. The Nature is God, and the rest a waste of time. With so much evident dislike, it is latent the revenge, the extermination of the human species. To love the love of the Nature is the fundamental.

If all are children of the Universe, because only some do the same ones, of him always benefit? To be poor is a sin; to be rich is good to the eyes of God. I will never understand him the more the Church shouts for God, and our poverty doesn't stop increasing. No, it is not because we left of believing in God, but the Church with her millenarian hypocrisy, easily destroyed God. Putting an end to the hypocrisy of the Church, God will approach us, and he will judge, and it will condemn the false priests that insist on speaking on behalf of the kingdom of God, always chosen fraudulently.

And they grew up many roads and none knows which our destiny is. And the winds are anxious dropping the only destiny that remains us strongly: the love. We are a lost crowd in the sands left by driving shore of the marine to revolution. And their grains are mixed, they are anxious, such and which us. And they proceed rapturous for skimming of waving of the sea.

We convinced ourselves that we are very strong, but before an unexpected misfortune we revealed our proverbial weakness. The viruses attack us, because we are the ideal receptacle. In the bottom, we are a laboratory viral in constant mutation for us to destroy our fellow creatures.

They promised us that the cities would be an oasis where we would live eternally happy. Now, to believe on who promises us the paradise of the life, the Sky in the Earth, strengthens the ingenuousness, and it leads the imbecile and rabbles unavoidably to the power.

There is always an immense pleasure, when the real estate speculators, leaning for the power, clear, they destroy the trees that purify our oxygen, the maintenance of our lungs and they prolong the life of our hearts. For these situations I defend the creation of militia’s popular for us to defend the Nature of her main predator: the real estate speculators that they are shielded in the false democrats.

At this time in that you walk cannot affirm that you make him with full freedom. On the contrary, you move with extreme caution, because the enemies of the love pursue you and neglect your defences. You never imagined seeing uncommon people to sell love in all of the lost corners of the life. That banality, to present the love as merchandise. And us so cowards that we consented him. It is that horrible thing to see the love ballast in the streets of the perdition. And the only thing that remains us: will it be that we will get to relive the suits connections of this passenger love?