Saturday, September 1, 2007
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If only listened
everything that the heart does not translate,
feel the wind whip on the shutters strong.
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'll also hear the trees speak
and hear a timid voice.
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I supported a whisper on the last
destiny.
I supported his head on the edge of a ledge.
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Then where everything becomes already happened, you
Undock left the port without
Compulsory routes
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the last ship
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Beatrice Niccolai
"The last ship
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Friday, August 31, 2007
Thick White Discharge Before Menstral Cycle
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Turn the darkness every time the electricity supply.
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Brancolo
in the rubble so they built
my destruction.
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Of all which is changed, only the
bowl is in place.
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Beatrice Niccolai
"Switch"
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Thursday, August 30, 2007
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... Y cuando he grew up, his father said
- My son, not everyone is born with wings. And although you have no obligation to fly, I think it would be sad that you just walking, taking the wings that the good Lord has given you.
- But I can not fly - the son replied.
- True ... - Said the father and took him walking to the edge of the precipice in the mountains.
- You see, son, this is a vacuum. When you want to fly you to stand here, you're going to take a breath, you're going to jump into the abyss and spreading their wings, fly.
The son hesitated
- What if I fall?
- Even if you fall you will not die, only some bruises that will make you stronger for the next attempt - said the father.
The son came to town, friends, peers, colleagues with whom he had walked all his life. The smallest of mind said,
- Are you crazy? Why? Your old is half dislocated ... What will you look fly? Why do not you stop nonsense? Who needs to fly?
Most friends advised him:
- What if it were true? Is not it dangerous? Why not start slowly? Try throw you off a ladder or from the top of a tree, but ... "From the top?
Young listened to the advice of those who loved him. Rose to the top of a tree and, with courage, jumped ... Spread out its wings, fluttered in the air with all his strength but still crashed to the ground ...
With a large bump on his forehead, he passed his father
- I lied! I can not fly. I tried and look at the hit that gave me! I'm not like you. My wings are only decorative.
- My son - said the father - to fly, create air space needed to deploy the wings. It's like to jump on a parachute, you need a certain height before you leap.
To fly you have to start taking risks.
If you want, you may be better to resign and walk away forever.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
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abandoned shadows, the thick walls, noise family, friendship books, the snuff, feathers, dried the ceiling; to fly away, desperately.
Below: in the dark, bitter cornices, the desolate streets, lanterns sleepwalkers, the dead chimneys rumors tired desperately.
Now everything was quiet, simulated disaster large pools of shadow, downpours, lightning, stray islets of unstable banks; but I kept flying, desperately.
A flash naked scorching light got in my way, I was fascinated death, but managed to escape of its deadly influence, to keep flying, desperately. Still
fate of worlds closed cases, disoriented my flight -of-stellar record with their vain parables and false halos, but I kept flying desperately.
I pressed the fluid, the clarity solid vacuum frosted inaudible the distance, the hollow soundproof, rest stifling but still flying, desperately.
already there was nothing, nothing was absent; nor darkness, nor fire, nor -heavenly-hands no life, no destination, no mystery, no death, but still flying, desperately.
(Oliveira Gironde)