A tree-lined street.
Two hearts that we walk through.
Yellow leaves of life, lit by sunlight that hits the top.
knocks but no sound, because it's still too early.
Indeed, it is too late.
And also, now, light is made to show the road.
to leave the trunk and its branches twist slightly, on a regular basis, wherever they want, why, then, there will always be the sky, unmoving and eternal, above them.
Lord as the image people have of themselves right now.
In a journey of men among men, where everyone goes and looks and looks at the same time.
Search for a part of himself, in that immense field.
a game in which to believe, because he represented so much in the past. Part of the
which pour their own, innocent singing inside.
hoping that as far as possible.
that exceeds the boundaries of time and make gap where it is directed.
It does not take much to make you feel more full and ready in your present.
Just hit the arm of someone who is there, like you.
Someone who do not know.
Impacts arm, and pull straight.
without apology.
Thinking of you made a mistake, do not linger.
And this gives you already the mere thought of something in consciousness which, through your walk-finding in that neighborhood, you were beginning to have some doubts.
Then come the vast prairies, with their holy memory.
grasslands and benches to take a breath.
Confronted with serenity.
discovers that there is also a different way of looking at life.
Realizing that, if things go wrong, more than a word or a rash, sometimes used just ... go away!
get in the car and take a ride, as far as possible.
E, where the engines fail, count on the rescue of his legs.
Quelle, if necessary, they can run fast enough.
And there are houses which are part the world of mysteries.
homes you see on the outside, and are always the same, over time.
now like 10-15 years ago.
put there, in the same position, showing a side of himself, that does not change, as if he had never even changed the fate of those who lived there.
And it turns out that we come in, in one of those houses.
For the first time in life.
We enter, and really see how it is made.
That image is fixed in your memory, designed to draw in the days ahead.
But you never know if it's always been so, even when you saw only from the outside, without knowing how it was done indoors.
You do not know if inside was always the same, as you saw from the outside.
You do not know if it is changed, if you have had a thousand and one faces, never warn.
Why was not you who had to show them.
On the other hand, there are stairs that lead to black and white realms remote, that reunite gradually taking.
reunite, they paint in front of you, putting all the pieces in the right place, in a perfect game of joints, and a solid game with your mind, with your heart that wants to recover, close the gap.
Even if your mouth does not talk much. Why not occasions
always there.
And you stand there, listen to others, to understand.
And to be ready when others challenge you.
You have in hand a sweet, and then another, sugar on sugar, to taste, to give you a sense of beauty that is all white, all pleasure and deliciousness, dessert after dessert, memory after memory. And there also
see the phone you've always wanted, is on his coffee table, black and shiny, ready to accept the hand that was the first to raise the handset to answer, or fingers, firm and secure, that will run wheel to dial a number.
one at random, engraved in the memory, to name the first friend of the country.
And see the gramophone, and I think maybe it still works.
Why not try?
whole life ahead of you to hear that music.
Get the disc, put it on the one hand, he slid the needle, and you sit on a corner, just outside the open window, so that music can come out, can go over the mountains, as well as uphill roads around you, and get there too, where the mind is closed to understand.
holding a hand, for the last time, knowing that as soon as you turn, you've already given up part of your body and your soul in that place where you walk away now.
Go away, as fast as you can, and now it is evening.
There are no more yellow leaves affected by a sun that does not want to feel calm too.
Now there are only artificial lights, such as, high and round, you see the way back, now when you're very, very far from everything you've seen.
And you realize that nothing is lost.
What you did was necessary.
In fact, you wanted to do even more.
But then, you would not have had anyone in your return, which tell the story.
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