segunda-feira, 23 de abril de 2012

As if a very rainy afternoon pursued me


Alive those moments, as if they were the last ones, of the only to hear the soft lost chords of a piano, as if a very rainy afternoon pursued me. Does it seem that we don't know, or did we fake, what everything the one what in the fence of sadness also fills with joy, that little or does he swim remains already of our longings? My God! As we are so colonized again! Because we hoped anybody frees us and again do enslave us? Because we didn't free ourselves?  

To hear the murmur of coiling of the water of a creek, sweet, sad, as sliding of the fingers in the keys of a piano of the lost Freedom, spoiled. It is this the sonority of the fortress of the Freedom that moves us, it encourages us.  

Everything consumes energy, the Freedom also, it just awaits for our energy, so that it wakes up of the sleep artificial, heavy.

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