Human story shows the teachings of the strongest assumptions how speak of harshness and insensitivity. Words about competition and conquest, not about collaboration and compassion: it is not the conquer in battle show that shows the courage, but yes the one who defends and collects his wounded, and mourns the dead, because the dead is the failure: compassion and temperance is about the defense of life. It is a question of men to have more than hidden feelings and an essence allowing remember their feats, their trears and their smiles. Mountains and sea, dead and sadness and the east wind remembered that it had to leave. Here, there was only frustration and words unable to organize themselves in a song. Jungle and ruins in the times when the humans are disposables, in a beautiful world with horrible people. It is raining and very few eyes that still remain with sorrow looking at him, among the ashes, waiting for him to finally leave. Yes man - he said - it is time that you go far from here. It is sufficient, you won some battles but you lost the war, and we are tired. Go, please, escape and survive, please.
What about the love demonstrations for the others? The necessity of a devotion and confidence in the true moment? An exigence possible for a few of men, the handful that are the others but the trascendental person has no right to be among them: the poet, the knight and the walker. So, the essential questions for the intimate feelings appears and they have a consequence in the other scale: lonely life and silence. It is difficult to propose another hopeful argument but the real exists same if they don't believe in it. As the simple or complicated true. At the end, the true is simple, the complicate are the arguments to construct it. Yes - He said with the last drink of water that was left in his leather bag - I know that she loved me. People said that the desert has the magic of bringing hidden feelings to light. All the trues and the past of their guests, because the travelers go on a search, not in the dunes, but within the wrinkles of themselves. Gone were all the reasons for her to leave and leave him. Her desire for him to be sought by her, only the noise of the wind and thirst. He would never feel her lips again, or he feel miserable for not doing it. His lips were already dry and life and love was about this winter night on the sands. Did she remember Sherezada and that he introduced her on a night like this? Does not matter. It's time for another story and maybe tomorrow he would be dead.
And what about the hate demonstrations? The necessity of an adulation and fear any time or the "simple" disinterest. A majority visible feelings of an humanity of nations, not of people. Human features, arrogance and frivolity disguised as strength and endurance to build a set of being based in things, not of individuals who live. A name, someone who wishes and is wrong and regrets it. Everyone as part of community believing in men before in gods. In love and the memories. In a hope and in the possibility of a future. January, I would like to wake up tomorrow with joy, not imposed. I would like to create and love, yes, with the passion that is required to resist and fight. Or maybe run away. In the morning, I want to recognize that look, the complicity and the inspiration. The passion for her body and her voice. One more time. Yes, I would like to awake and to know that she loves me, because I inspire her. I would like to wake up and I do not want to continue dreaming, because the world and the reality with she is wonderful. Or may be run away, with her life to be better and the world with us. I see her sleep next to me and not be afraid to say that I am lucky."
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