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This is not what we see but what inspires us.
The absurd questions, dodges the unknown, the light guide, vibration consciousness.
The truth IS, infinitive.
The mind is power. The spirit of the tool. Man a deposit. The cosmos extension.
Walking under the sun .. and wrapped in it.
My planet is dying.
I hardly remember how it all began.
If war broke first and plagues and famines happened or if it was the other way around.
What I do remember is how beautiful it was my world before.
Although pleases me is a dream walking on this desert.
I do not know if survived can be considered a blessing or a twist of fate
which strives to laugh at me.
Yes, I remember now.
How could I forget the horror of the first explosion.
But that was just the beginning.
Why every time I encounter this phenomenon doubt gnaws me?
day after day,
tirelessly, without giving in to sleep, thirst, hunger, or the same sanity.
It seems that feeds my interest, my curiosity
But what is man but that?
There is an acceptance, a communication, a very personal pulse, call it intuition, that makes me take this more a doctrine than any delirium.
A staunch vice maybe not so much by knowing how their mere presence.
A continuum of the meat closest hunches.
Simply, I'm home.
A stream to the fief of mystery, to mingle and to dilute it, that is.
Something is ordering the release event for this idea.
Sounds like a prologue to a notice.
I speak to many ghost eyes consensual "inventions"
Myths and old wives tales.
From an idea and nothing more, but, no clutch, one and powerful.
Something incomplete, half a theory, more everything, really theory.
The outline of a colossal thought
for some reason it would concern us.
The deep thunder of the sidereal, slope and swinging drums. Do I feel more human? There is work to do.
Again I cry to chaos for the first time seems to say something. Doubt could be a good consensus secret.
From humility, and my few arts, I deal every night for account
of extraordinary experiences,
of crazy perceptions.
I get on all fours, certifying and rectifying,
but always towards the goal.
I raise my voice to the great abyss and back with my giants. Today the sky is a little more immense.
The truth was never an option.
It comes soon be terrified.
We do not know exactly what I'm after,
Spectrum iridescent greeting someone.
All per pass, no clue, no sense.
Who is out there? What is my place? Do I pray, cry or shake hands?
I run out of time.
Tracers are already here. Cobwebs strength threaded my thoughts with them.
Tracers are already here. Cobwebs strength threaded my thoughts with them.
The stars fall, I go to pick them up.
I dispose in the distance, A defense of purpose.
My spirit flies out of raw meat. My nature will be distilled.
It's all there, and I also. It will be another long vigil, A totally new.
I am committee mission. I waited.
Your name post, spread in the wind.
How to? How do I catch it?
No promises of calm in this storm of sketches, De paradigms.
Silent inspiration is fill the heart with stones.
Me, public of the truth in the same soil.
Save and start the psalm. I'm on my way.
It's a great time. The gods set up their bed at home.
Between pain and death
some of mine wanted to find a solution.
We all regret the end of centuries of peace.
The bravest were offered to go to the stars,
hoping to find a way out.
The rest await here.
Soon the battles ceased to realize the contenders
who had signed the death warrant of our species.
All that remained was to wait.
Looking up at the sky waiting for the return of the explorers.
Over the months I hope it was diluted.
The once green meadows whithered
the ancient trees fell in front of us rocked by the pestilent wind.
Heat intensified and reached the disease.
there was no common
The first to die were the elderly and children,
consumed by an evil that no one could alleviate.
Their meat heal over and their hearts stopped.
Gradually became paradise cemetery.
Our beautiful ruins cities, just over one stone
a metaphor which merely foreshadow the final fatal.
Since some days I do not see anyone.
Food is scarce and water is just bitter poison in my mouth.
Sadness makes a dent in my heart.
Tears are just dust on my cheeks.
What remains for me to abandon myself to death?
I must have fallen asleep. The flagging me every day.
Even the night air and suffocate.
No news from the sky and I actively seek a change to the stars
Is there anyone up there to hear my cry?
Who knew anchor in north?
Set his desire to combine his spirit.
I would like to understand something.
A silhouette of reality...
A reflection in the dark.
Putting face to secrecy.
A skin to light.
But the reason is still flat and bygone legends man.
Where do I come from?
I get lost in the time of no time.
I farm on the ellipsis questions.
I sink into madness.
Where does all this?
Just remember, and dream, a tremendous hunch.
I hasten to vertigo and the backbone of the abyss.
I think, therefore there too...
What else?
Somebody pronounce my name.
Connection... You call yourselves human beings,
I believe in possession of absolute power on this planet. Gradually, over the centuries and the course of history,
You gradually become the cancer of the Earth.
As this disease and over time, those who started out as, nor more nor less than individuals
trying to achieve their goals through violence have been spreading to contaminate most of humanity.
From your birth as a species, when it did not matter to you
neither the time nor the power
But the need to survive, you came at the sky looking for more.
You sought the reason is I had chosen you as the guardians of the greatest gift of nature. Consciousness.
From the darkened mind of the small group of hominids
It rose the most powerful ideas;
This miracle could not have arisen from mere chance or statistical.
Back then you knew that you were not alone, that there was a real purpose in your existence.
So I wonder what went wrong;
Crossroads of destiny what made you forget that origin
and give back to your essence.
Currently, from the hives brick dare you call "home"
you worry your only comfort, whether owning the latest model of a particular device
Or just for those events focus
with which I bombard from your favorite TV channel.
You live, often without even thinking about it stop you, the wires are moved into the shade by the so-called powerful.
When humanity crossed the line? When did you decide help wondering why things?
When you put your fate in the hands of a few, believing all his words? Without stop you to ask yourselves that could be wrong?
Yes, this is humanity that boasts of his greatness,
That has turned his back on his soul in exchange for bread and circuses.
Your society is always divided into two: Scientists or religious right or left, rich or poor, North or South.
Individuals separately somehow seem to perceive that something is wrong,
That something does not fit
But in the second that it posed "real life" is responsible for a slap them back to the fold.
Almost without noticing, like insects trapped in the huge spider web woven by those who govern the world,
giving yourselves to your bitter fate.
From early childhood
it teaches you to live as automatons
As machines that have been installed are the same program
and if you are out of the set are rejected. Forgotten. Discarded.
Throughout life I etches the need to fit in, to be "useful" to society
But realize that if you let yourselves useful. They tell you to forget your essence,
That which you distinguished from other living beings when you crowd together even in the darkness of the caves.
I do believe that money, physical beauty, material, your goal is
When what really sets you apart is compassion, love, forgiveness, solidarity ... Maybe this is the time that steeled yourselves, ye you return to look against them that dominate
And you will remember that they are human too.
They also have that spark of eternity you call soul.
Demonstrate to the universe. And above all to yourselves, that you can proud to call yourselves human being
when you observe the brightness of the goodness in the eyes of a child.
The ticking of two hearts joined by billions of miles. The boil of your human mind twist me.Each memory in your brain passes through me embraced by the emotion. See the parallelism between our two worlds. Feel the agony of your Earth
Now I understand why I may this communication, This last post. There is no hope for mine. But perhaps even humanity is to save time.
A life in constant balance,
The kindness and spirit have become basically Russian roulette.
Maybe tomorrow the cities have come down,
The lack power and spent the last crumbs of humanity.
Who knows how it is to wake up. Pain, despair, sacrifice,
They already have their own currency, a crushing financial value.
Another day in silence, the stars increasingly murky. Something is dying,
the most dangerous thing we do not know what it is.
The dust settles
without asking permission, suffocating. We see it every day.
Still and all, a flame flickering beats,
The notice then, after some viscera.
The echo Sappiens always has such a return.
Maybe there is no room for chance and have overthrown the faith ... But somewhere our essence survives.
Maybe there is no room for chance and have overthrown the faith ... But somewhere our essence survives. Continue recognizing us, struggling to survive.
The battle is against the odds, those that have put us a price on everything and everyone, able to self immolate prophets,
just to see the world burn.
There is honor in the sword, and the wealthy hold fear,
total, poisonous and carcinogenic destructor.
I can not identify our trick, I just hope that sintáis me.
The cataclysm is avoidable.
After all, we were before and we'll be getting up.
No talk about history, or cycles, each is definitive. But we are of our heritage speaker, consider it,
and from our fathers' fathers.
He has said: not inherit the earth from your elders,
you borrow your children.
I do not know why we let them,
but I sense that I join something stronger
than I ever would have thought.
That kindness and forgiveness
They have never publicly traded,
Austerity is not marketing logo
And love will disarm.
Someday I will reconcile me with my ancestors, in the ethereal moment that a child
I wrap my hand, and perhaps admire.
The step will be frustrating and suffered, but I see there.
I hope the rest stay here,
The threat, violence, duress, the pain ...
Simply
a father holding his son to heaven,
Seeing him watch and wondering, questioning everything with an avidity
he believed superstition extinct.
If the Great Mystery is so insoluble
you may be waiting beyond that threshold,
Inviting us to survive, no tolls, no sacrifice as ours by the way.
You can call it God, science or utopia.
But I want to look in that direction,
and not fight for my life,
but for the right to participate in the future,
may well recognize the path
possibly one of martyrs,
of blessed miserable living illusions without proof or salary.
Anyway, I think,
only remaining sidings.
Dissolved am work, compact ignorance. The border is this,
change happens because in each.
I look tomorrow and stop believing in time.
I'm already there.
As it was, or is, but chances are that if I find there,
With head high and more or less scarring. Teaching old songs.
A draw and love those who truly can say heirs.
The fall makes heroes,
invisible,
and so the people kneeling in the streets tonight ...
names dragged through the cold and rain to drain
the collective unconscious,
reminding the familiar sting of the abyss
thinking about it,
darker and denser the closer we think of our own,
ties that are more virtual distances.
I personally will not tolerate it. Awake before the night is over,
up early because there is work to do.
Judging is easy, too,
And even the pain is radical because it has been determined.
No blame, just many victims
to varying degrees.
I think of the equipment as the cause of an idea, and scoops that have nurtured
to make predatory man.
The idea that everything is taxable, and susceptible bettable
to play a hand,
Everything after kneading the concept to the point of saturation, of infection.
And because we are more than those numbers exchanged and devalued, of course subject of speculation.
More than these chessmen, those pawns.
Because that probably do not even know know what we can become really
but where we can go
I wanted to convey this thought.
Do not forget, the man is a wolf to man, but bullets and money could wolf skin ... Often before the hunt.
Prayer to the Sun for his blessings and take care of the rest.
If I fail I'll keep dreaming, if I succeed participate sleep.
Hold on, listen to your soul, for immortality and above all the species, man and his son
survive in the tribe who never left his warriors drawing their names on the stars.
Tonight will think of you and smile the old gods.
The future is only dispersed when the meter gets closer to zero begin to recognize it.
Strength and spirit to a change that is already operating!
Talk about opportunity to find something that finally brought us together and act to cushion the pain of unbothered.
Together we're one able to be something huge.
The hard way is not necessarily the longest.