It seems that it went there are moments, but
already seven years accumulated. The time is shown insensitive before the
ephemeral adventure of the life. Our parents improve for us to guarantee us the
possible best, but the impossible of the men bad pursues us, and the
unhappiness that they impose is us our constant fight of seeing to be born and
dying of the days.
When we took long trips for the highways
remember your anguish of showing me the unknown world that surrounded my youth
and that I made an effort for photographing for later to remember. All of the
moments are perennial of life, but those, let us say, abstractions, get lost
because we lived momentary aspirations, that we looked for to tranquilize in
the plots of the love, and when finally the door of the happiness if he opens
us, we are already prepared to receive the prize of the death, the Beyond that
it waives us constantly and that we faked not to see, as if the death didn't
snatch us, as if we convinced ourselves that we will live many and many years,
in the vain attempt that the other ones to our turn embark for the funereal
paradise, and us no.
How many and how many gestures of tenderness
and encounters in the bedroom of the love refused because there was, there is,
a work that she cannot postpone. Yes, for terms success we have to despise, to
postpone who in the owner because the television cameras and of the movies they
wait for us already almost or of facto celebrities. What is more important, the
love of those what surround us, to who we should love on all of the things, or
the ephemeral success of our business career, politics, mundane? It is later,
already celebrities, public illustrations, we returned to the nostalgia of the
after all we wasted our precious time to love the mundane things, when our
lover's abandoned buried love, everything in lost efforts.
To refuse, to
despise the love is to annihilate our body, as the smoker that prefers to
destroy because he doesn't have anybody to who loves. Because who doesn't love
her body cannot love somebody else, and if he does postulates him the laws of
the hypocrisy. If you don't love you, you will never be able to love
nobody.
Image: Paradise
island. Free desktop backgrounds / Nature-landscapes-wallpapers ...
free-desktop-backgrounds.net
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário