When did I sleep on buses? The routine naturalized to the absurd. Maybe dark. I have cold and no coat that reaches to cover this vast wilderness. I sink into the anonymity of a chair again, harsh, empty, distant and hopeless, and deposit all I was there. The day is so long. Much can a silent sigh. Perhaps it is that in the world and there's only night. What if you discovered I do not see the sun because the sun has gone forever? I guess I'm used to contemplating the dark, walking in the dark, to receive without being sure, to imagine more to do. Everything is based on going further. Perhaps it was always night What will those who look at me and see me sleeping? Will someone found my piece more intimate? "I've seen as I am? Sometimes I feel it is dangerous to sleep in front of others because I can not take care of his thought. Thus not allowing me to sleep was the most daring and generous gesture that they could give. So sorry for my confidence. I wonder how my life would have changed if I had cared about keeping up appearances, be the right person and right that all planned on me (including myself). The habit of looking at me from the outside has become a ritual and I can not stop thinking about other people's eyes. Can read the thoughts that I hide behind my eyes closed? Do you scare my ghost? I still have the illusion, but pure child, that there is someone who can see me whole and still want to keep looking at me, surround me with their arms and take off once and for all the immense loneliness.
When was the last time I stopped to listen to the wind? Silence is the beginning and I've definitely lost me. Santo said it best Thomas comes from the most perfect nature. I understand and added that the man complicates everything (I more than anyone.) Will we complex beings, made up of infinite parts, and move this logic to other things. We have to understand is to understand. It is a lie. The world has a single element. The paradox is that the simplest is just what we fail to see. What is essential is invisible to the eye. Do you want? It is heard in the wind. What helps us cover the wind noise? We put names to fit our curriculum plans of study but is always composed of the same. Submit to submit it as inferior things easy with our conscience, when he lived what we have not even been able to invent. Juxtaposed with oil and water we be able to become one. Wind and noise will always be different. Noise can never windy. So we spent the days-unless there is only night, because then we can spend evenings only - and distracted us from ourselves a little longer (there's a bit more). How long? Can I take so little to forget? How long have I lost.
Pd. Could also be called manifest rebellion. Saturated I see life through a door train, a glass of group and the artificial light of the office. And while nothing changes in my structure, I agree with to shout from the rooftops ...
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