Một món quà của Thiên Chúa

"Tourane is part of the past and now the autochthonous name is by the sounds of the sea and the rain. Simplicity that gives joy, the joy of the life. Why is complicated to preserve and want and defend life?  Anh yêu em can not said with the sound of the breeze when caressing the rice field. Love is the water (a cliché for an answer after asking new words to define love and what means "I love you") and water is all.  Far in the time, all motivations to be free and brave remains for the tales of horror in the darkness caves with unknown corpses. And the cities, this city still in colors of the oldest legends with the new time stories. And now, raining, it is easy to understand why for the foreign visitor the waters is all, it stay everywhere.

Why we forget that gift of God? What Good? Which of them all? People sleeping with pleasure forget the real importance of the mystic phrases, the drama of the story is over and the tears are raindrops falling on the jungle, so, the life is water too (as love), it is the tragedy with the encounters between lovers and enemies. Tragedy is about those encounters, sometimes in a explosion. But now, the rain falling with calm and the mangue leaves support the drops with the softness of a cheek. Yes, now is time to a dream, because the story is simple and in the quotidian world, desires and frustrations are in the same place to build the argument to write something. But not to sing in a unknown moment be unreal another time, the song is the noise of the rain falling in the valley, a sob.

The past is an older name, there are not a visible memory of the distant times and it is important to taught to forget. There are not nostalgia when you think about the lost battles and the pain of souls. May be the longing for those times still in minds, however a longing is chimera. And the manner to define a hankering is like water..., you was the love of my life, but now, I'm in other life. Saying it has killed me but the reality is that sometimes we transform a dream in a frustration. The reality is not a fantasy unreachable, and the abnegation and acceptation of the pain of my world and the solitude is not an extraordinary merit.  Said that the chimera is water is nothing, and we need to find the words to describe and understand why life is a gift.

For me, the love is water..., and water is all, same as the life. Transparence, happiness and misery. Then, I accept the affliction because I'm tired and I resist. So, we can escape the silence to find in the noises the different words to construct an argument, true or not, almost the organized phrase will exist in a page to start the no acceptance. It is not question fo a response is more following an attitude not to resist, but yes to flying more than the memories. A life agains a destinity. The recognition that the gift has a value where the question is who, is more how far.  Now, it is possible to distinguish a song in the night that goes through a bit of the jungle, from the last buildings of the city.

Một món quà của Thiên Chúa ..., however the sea tell me that it is more a gift from heaven. My god is one of the millions of gods of the desires and birds. My god living in earth and sea and sometimes, he can drive men crazy. A fool in a bar watching to girls leaving together.  If possible, a day the correct word will appear too late. However the building with the oldest name is a particular curiosity in a bay whit other stories to share. In the beach, in the streets, Laughing people observe how the others are in pain. They attends the midnight to sleep. The future start at 6:00 a.m. .  "