October 24 2 009
Sadness goes on from length!!
My friend, my bosom friend. You kiero, you know that I am next to you although it it does not seem, in the distance I venerate you, learn with you.
The force, the astonishment and the anger, not to the apathy!!
No! to the sadness, together we will do the trip, together we will win, will go out of this darkness, will fly to the wind, the air will rub our cheeks.
The light will light our way, we will enjoy the pulp of the life.
We will savor forgotten feelings, while others worry about banal things you and I we will travel to the deepest of our being, to meet again.
The warm morning, the rubbing of the water in our face, the ground coffee, its sweet aroma of hearth, the wet firewood, the cut grass.
The shade of the sun, the cold street, the exhausted oldster.
The sad look of a destitute person, the wrinkled newspaper, the mask of iron, the dewdrops.
The smell of incense, the newborn baby, the prohibited love.
The broken moons, the covered with snow mountains, the face of a child crying, and an infinite way that the peregrinaje drives to us on the sly for the footpath, drinking the moments, our moments, my friend, I love you.
