Quando o cansaço te tolda o pensamento que imaginas?
Quando o cansaço da vida é tanto, que não tens vontade nem de dar mais um passo, a unica e esporádica vontade que se tem é atirar o proprio corpo para o chão, mas mesmo assim não o fazes.
Não o fazes pois não é uma atitude adequada segundo dizem as regras das boas maneiras.
O melhor mesmo é continuar a andar á espera que os próprios pés nos levem ao certo sitio desejado.
Quanto mais caminhava menos parecia chegar ao destino, cada parte do caminho parecia alongar-se cada vez mais, fazendo parecer que caminha- -mos no infinito sem um verdadeiro destino.
Finalmente chego, subo os degraus, quarenta e sete degraus que mais parecem centenas.
Quarenta e sete degraus de pura dor e sofrimento.
O destino não tem marcaçao no futuro, apenas um lugar no nosso pensamento.
A dor é como um lençol que desliza na nossa pele enquanto dormi-mos. Primeiro sentimos o toque, mas depois tudo se acalma e fica suave.
By: Sam Shecter
domingo, 30 de agosto de 2009
domingo, 9 de agosto de 2009
Once upon a time. . .
Once upon a time,
I dreamed that you were my light . . .
And now i'm no longer afraid of the dark,
Cause the shadows are now hidden an trapped in a place
so called cage.
And i had conquer the biggest of all the fellings - THE FEAR!
THE FEAR. . . what is that?
Sounds familliar. . . Yes. . . hum. . . Well i don't know what it means anymore, but something tells me that i had known his meaning in times.
So much for the word.
What about life? does life make any sense?
Like knowing a meaning of a word?
hum... Maybe. . .
In fact, i really don't know... but only one thing i'm really sure about. . .
Life doesn't have any sense, we give meaning to her like we give a meaning to a word.
We are the creators of our selfs."
I dreamed that you were my light . . .
And now i'm no longer afraid of the dark,
Cause the shadows are now hidden an trapped in a place
so called cage.
And i had conquer the biggest of all the fellings - THE FEAR!
THE FEAR. . . what is that?
Sounds familliar. . . Yes. . . hum. . . Well i don't know what it means anymore, but something tells me that i had known his meaning in times.
So much for the word.
What about life? does life make any sense?
Like knowing a meaning of a word?
hum... Maybe. . .
In fact, i really don't know... but only one thing i'm really sure about. . .
Life doesn't have any sense, we give meaning to her like we give a meaning to a word.
We are the creators of our selfs."
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