It’s all about shares. We’ve got our share of pain, our share of hate, shares of trust, and the shares of a company. Some of us forget to share the income, and choose to profit alone. The deal of our lives is our business only. Every single moment we forget to share may become a debt in the sum.
If so, then it’s all about sharing. No negotiation can end without a share of doubt. No answer can be hidden. I share a secret and we are all set free. The pain will only be passing, but none of us should survive the process. We should live through it.
The bad habits we share become our addictions. The accomplice of our mistakes is our silence. You learn today, you share tomorrow. This is not an order, it’s an obligation. At the end of the path, no share will be taken along.
The deal of sorrow we spread is the bomb that shall annihilate our entire race. Whatever a human being does, is on exchange for something. When we share what we lack, then we are victors. No less than this is the truth. The life is incomplete. The survival has taken its place.
domingo, 26 de setembro de 2010
segunda-feira, 30 de agosto de 2010
Solitude sometimes is...
He found room for better company. Keeps eyes on the stars, gazes at the abyss. "Pretty damn fall", he thinks. Coming along with his thoughts, is the wisdom he ever sought for. Solitude sometimes is bliss. Silence shines like gold to a pressured soul. Have you ever found company in your reflection?
The Night grasps it's fingers into the lonely heart, and within it has brought the desire for another desperate complaint."I pray for the wisdom that comes with sleep." That is his last breath before falling into the abyss of Eve. The passion of the flesh makes his native heart get lost of the land.
Company of the dead. He is shaman. The lovers of the past, and the lost feelings of young spirits that left the Earth before their time. No matter the concentration involved, a lustful inspiration can become doom in a blink. He goes for the answer he sought.
She died without even tasting the kiss of a lover, and came to haunt her descendants, now he finally understands.Time to cast away the evil spirit and bring peace to the tribe. The boom of his thunderous voice frightens even the fiercest beast.Time to reflect over this lesson: "Solitude sometimes is blaze."
The Night grasps it's fingers into the lonely heart, and within it has brought the desire for another desperate complaint."I pray for the wisdom that comes with sleep." That is his last breath before falling into the abyss of Eve. The passion of the flesh makes his native heart get lost of the land.
Company of the dead. He is shaman. The lovers of the past, and the lost feelings of young spirits that left the Earth before their time. No matter the concentration involved, a lustful inspiration can become doom in a blink. He goes for the answer he sought.
She died without even tasting the kiss of a lover, and came to haunt her descendants, now he finally understands.Time to cast away the evil spirit and bring peace to the tribe. The boom of his thunderous voice frightens even the fiercest beast.Time to reflect over this lesson: "Solitude sometimes is blaze."
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