Sunday, January 24, 2010

Large Lump On Dog's Chest



E 'since the sun rose that never stops trying.
I wandered on earth. Seeking life. Seeking love.
I left my country, my home, my land.
I have followed dreams, stars, lights, and waited, smoke and promises.

I left and went by Alex, the sample. Acclaimed
, praised, best, Captain. But then it happens that
stumps, bad games, tone down.
and whistles from the stands and charges, deny you, you do not want.
Where did the captain? Where did your glory? Seeking
life. Seeking love. Goodbye Alex. I'm going.

I left and went to Sam, a true friend.
Affectionate and considerate. Stay close to your friends.
Be careful what you say, you care for them. You
present, available, "if you need me there." But then
Cambian situations, and each has its own way.
This is: a message to the birthday and a Christmas greeting.
Nothing more. No one asking you "how are you, dear friend?". Seeking
life. Seeking love. Goodbye Sam. I'm going.

I left and went to Ben, the priest.
idealistic and passionate. You take care of those near you.
Teach love, teach life, the gift to teach, teach beauty.
And for what you believe you are willing to sacrifice almost everything.
But then the words and ideals become scivolan via utopia.
And those that have given their lives follow other paths, other values.
What fruit is your passion? What value does your fatigue? Seeking
life. Seeking love. Goodbye Ben. I'm going.

I left and I find myself with Severus, the lover.
Do everything to the beloved, pretender without anything in return.
You do not even know you, your love, your suffering, and unhappy
goes looking person who can love, without understanding
think that where there has already found what he seeks.
're insecure and clumsy. Left alone with your pain. Seeking
life. Seeking love. Goodbye Severus. I'm going.

I left and went to John, the professor. You have passion in that
you say, not enough class.
You want your students to explain the beauty of life,
the mysterious force that gives meaning to existence.
But your enthusiasm is going to break up practice and indifference.
And who cares what you say in other ways then develops its existence? Seeking
life. Seeking Love. Goodbye John. I'm going.

E 'since the sun rose that never stops trying.
I wandered on earth. Seeking life. Seeking love.
many paths, many roads I will have the strength to walk?
many dreams, those values \u200b\u200btake it again to see break?
And when this world ever find what I seek?
Not to mention, sadly, every time, "I'm leaving"?

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Remove Sealer From Slate

I'm going to go far ...

flee, run away, go away ...
go away, finally free ...
go and escape.
Up mountains, on and on,
following paths or climbing rocks, and more on
up to the snow,
to the peaks, to the heights ...
Without stopping, without saying a word,
only to escape, run away, far away ...
Or down to the sea, swimming among the waves, the waves
challenge to the horizon ...
or on a ship, set the course, or browsing
following a star in sight,
braving storms, hurricanes and shipwrecks ...
flee, run away, go away ... Among
green plains flat and infinite, between
hot deserts and permafrost,
Among green pastures, among hills and streams ...
But there everywhere, in every path,
demand remains constant,
leaves no peace, it is excruciating:
flee, run away, go away ...
Already, far away, but far from what?