Friday, January 29, 2010
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Reflections from a room aseptic (no emotion) My mother
Maybe life is a continuous
correct and correct.
Perhaps the moments that seem
forgotten
too far,
have destiny in a new life in the time of termination
and rest. Who knows what dreams
mind crippled
hours locked up in a world disinfected
chest rusty and abandoned, perhaps
now without a key, sealed,
full of memories, travel,
of a life that has marked me.
Perhaps the years, the steps taken,
I just mentioned or hinted
of a dying memory,
hour live again, and nothing makes sense
not speak and those eyes and stare at me.
I'm out, I'm alive
,
are in force.
But something has been left behind me
and clouds
cracks and there, in a corner on a green armchair
in an aseptic room.
Maybe life is a continuous
correct and correct.
Perhaps the moments that seem
forgotten
too far,
have destiny in a new life in the time of termination
and rest. Who knows what dreams
mind crippled
hours locked up in a world disinfected
chest rusty and abandoned, perhaps
now without a key, sealed,
full of memories, travel,
of a life that has marked me.
Perhaps the years, the steps taken,
I just mentioned or hinted
of a dying memory,
hour live again, and nothing makes sense
not speak and those eyes and stare at me.
I'm out, I'm alive
,
are in force.
But something has been left behind me
and clouds
cracks and there, in a corner on a green armchair
in an aseptic room.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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not easy living
continuously day after day, year after year
.
is always difficult to deal with everything.
be a reference point for other
can make us forget ourselves,
can change. But in the end
None of us is always himself.
Each person is much more humanity
in sequence like a movie. We
together
And many many people become, forever. It is inhuman
who remains still and motionless,
not know life.
Forgive time
What makes us.
After all life is always a great, unexpected ride.
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