"Friday at the Earth. There are not reasons to feel but yes to think. Human beings must be thinking entities, physically strong, sexually potents and beautiful people. The rest are part of the lost of this world. The rest of the main argument. Same if there are some histories about the people of the yesterday that remains forever. But, we are men and women which cry. Humans with errors and something inspired but not in a rule. Sometimes we are tired and in the end of the journey we need just a hug or a kiss. No sex, no fortress, only the fragility of the humanity and a thing called in the songs love.
Eventually, it is posible to arrive to an apparent insensitive face to the tears or smiles. But, it is an appearance. Not a real sense. The capacity of feel, the possibility to make the unreal and unconscious tangible and of course, the possibility to place love above any ego. Credibility in the human, despite this world. In the non-entities observation, but yes in each person as a pool of strange and beautiful reasons to be together. It is easy to think in the horrible of the nights and in the sadness of the debility, the shamefulness to be insufficient, toxic or simple, nothing. However, when the morning arrives and we can recognize our shadow in the soil and hear a song to remember that it exists a voice that can make you smile, a Friday is a good day to be in peace with itself and to find in the night, a story to re-start.
My shadow, in first person, tell me about that I'm in live. My breath tell me about the capacity to give pleasure and joy, in a sigh. My eyes, in the mirror, show me that nothing in the world is sufficient perfect to not make wrong things, and my personal story tell me about the construction however the worst of the actions of the others, if the love exists. At the end, "a rose is important for the time with her", the rest are only arguments to leave the things that there are not important for us
Peace and patience. In the Earth, fortunately it exists the tree to receive the air and the protection of the sun. The branches and the leaves which share the rain drops, the sufficient time to mixing them with the tears and to clean the faces. In an interesting path, it is possible to walk in the night and arrive before the 10:00 a.m. So, it is possible to think about we can to feel. Each entity disappear to be a confusing world, each one, each two. And the beautiful people is seeing by the hearth."
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