POOR GREAT MOTHER
... I love the land ... creating a perfect balance ...... Every corner is filled with charm ...... The trees dance to the sound of the wind ...... The rock shows its majesty ...The streams ... their strength ... the fire, his ferocity ...... The rain sometimes falls from the sky out of his mind ...The wind plasma corrects ... .. ... .. as it punishes him severely and generous ...... The sun gives what is impetuous .. reassure the Moon and waking night ...... Compared to its inhabitants ... the bear by the eagle with the serpent scorpion ... ...I wonder ... before that ... I can only see perfection ...... Bright colors fade the passage of time does not exist yet in motion ...... I love the Earth ... I love the Earth than the Earth ... ...I cling to her breasts ... .. I take as I try to understand it .. .. I want to understand the secret of perfect balance ... learn from it ...... The one who hosts and gives the possibility to exist for each of us ...... One who envelops us and protect us ...... The one who gave us birth ...... But I can not defend it ... although they adore are just a male ...... I see now ... poisoned ... destroyed ... suffering and sick ...... What was absolutely perfect from the beginning is about to be destroyed by what can even remotely compete with such perfection: the existence and influence of man ...... I go to the mountain ... I ask permission ... I arrive at the top ...... Up there where you can see everything around you ...The tops of the valleys ... .. ... ... streams in the woods ... the rocks ... and do not clear the horizon ...... The wind puts a strain on his strength ... but after a while becomes a caress ...... The slope of the land and the hostility of the rocks after she made the difficult journey now take away those who do not like getting in its essence the profile on the beloved and venerable seductive ...... One who hopes to be up there ... the one who shows himself timid ... suggests ...Ah ... what a sad fate awaits ...Lei ... .. just, perfect, hospitable, generous and divine ...... She ... she a victim as it was ... as she will become.
sabato 30 ottobre 2010
LORENZO MISMATCH
Lorenzo was still a man?Apparently yes, but something was growing in him that shaped his consciousness to the point of making it incompatible with the rest of human civilization.He did not understand but without going beyond rational reasoning, without creating barriers of thought.He walked from the city chaos and collapse.He went to live on top of a hill and after that step began to analyze the human civilization from the outside.It was not a logical way to more ...He knew that he lived in a world where perfect ecosystem and mutable gave the possibility to everyone to be defined as such and not ..Only two things were able to alter or destroy this balance: the unexpected that is as random as cyclical, then the human race .. can exploit, and make it inhospitable to poison the world as we hosted.Gold organic polar bear.Then as time ran Lorenzo was increasingly impossible to understand the propio similar to the point that he began to doubt even on propia species.Why he, a member of a minority imperceptible, was incompatible with the system socioautoritario?Why would a system that produces war, inequality, pain, suffering, injustice, exploitation and human resources, pollution, isotope separation, and so then atomic war, and antimotivanti antimatter, and antineri antirossi, genetic manipulation and error is not allowed?Because the man was the only living being in harmony with everything else? ..Well .. did not need a scientist to theorize some stupid imaginary mechanisms ...In itself had an answer but could not determine whether true or false: perhaps the man does not belong to this land ..The man is a guest arrogant and perhaps ready to commit a crime.unable to organize effectively, but skilled at knowing how to reassemble the pieces breaking.The man who is split between thought and action, between the control and prevention, including money and corruption.Perhaps the policy could he do?No.No, because the political divides the people and places it against, or just could not control so many sitting on a throne of injustice.Who commanded understood ..It 's simple: there are more parties and religions and the easier it is to prevent the formation of a free drive in conscious and able to override certain psychological borders that are the bars that imprison freedom and balance to be proud of being the one who we are.But there is more individualism that can be fertilizer for the company or simply a retreat far.And who controls and manages, over the years has refined the techniques and subjugated the people with a hypnotic materialism that the people had canceled until the toxins produced by those few who have the power to decide the next will not kill the planet with our species .Lorenzo had hoped that the explanation of the metaphor of John ..That the rejection of a system that has failed to select course the few worthy of living in what was once a paradise.But it was almost impossible and Lorenzo felt different from another.He felt more for his relationship with the beast around and maybe thinking a beast could have done better man but he was a man beast.He became man and beast as that over time became a serious part of creation because he learned to live in a non-spontaneous thought ... but natural.Perhaps justice and conscience are not spontaneous?Yes, but the man does not follow the instinct and studies how to deny life to the next victim of a system that does not work.Victim of himself and the masses, a victim of alteration that will eventually destroy it.Lorenzo was not feeling well .. but not because it was different .. was the only exception that could make a difference but obviously it was absolutely misunderstood.But the source of this imbalance?We are pest species or two distinct and unequal human beings?Lorenzo every day asking questions and the different point of absurdity, but the absurd defining the work of man.Lorenzo could ask questions until the end of his days but would not make sense.an answer within himself, and had closed the circle that surrounded her purity of spirit.Asthe sinful human spirit but still advanced, sophisticated and in harmony with the whole.Lorenzo lived happily ever after while the masses were running towards the cliff.
END
END
CALENDAR AND PHILOSOPHY
"Diary of a period"
NAEIONE CEEATOIATLI
First part (and perhaps the only)
This is the beginning of my diary, as indeed may be too late, but anyway I will try to summarize this paper by identifying the expression as the beginning of the end.To be honest I do not know what day it is, but up to date by consulting the phone's display can declare that I am in a lousy year on March 12, 2006, to be exact are 10:43 am and I can also say that the awakening This morning was the shit!I think I'm in crisis .. but why?Well ... I think I begin to understand ... maybe I caught up with the apparent death and the alteration of consciousness to the genuine vision of truth on earth.It 's like if I knew already the end of a film, it is as if I had already read the last chapter of a book, the only thing that is synthesizing the funny around me know my flashback pluriunitari.If ignorance is what saves us time with me not working, studying whether it makes us aware of being ignorant, then maybe you should also ignore what makes us aware, sometimes knowledge can traumatize the essence of our being.Being neutral has the ability to react, while the will is the only principle of origin of the reactivity of our being.What we can bring incomplete perfection is the balance between desire and knowledge, thus giving birth to the response and evaluation.Emotional control is the tire of our spiritual means ...... And I'm taking quite a while on the circles.I have done something wrong but I have yet to acknowledge the error, even if sincerely continuous solid continue to feel the stench that haunts me for quite a while.Imperfection is part of our nature, but the fix is part of our ability to evolve, the only thing that can distract us from our path is to drag us from the feelings, the feeling Asthe eliminates the impartiality of the evaluation.And so then the error has been identified, but mine tends to be ignored ... the man lives by feelings, but can not distinguish the two types of feelings: there is a feeling that pure and impure.That is pure tested individually without the possibility of external influences, the impure is tested in several subject to conditioning by the plural sense.The feeling plural gives rise to error of spiritual assessment, spiritual assessment of the error leads civilization self-destruction, self-destruction is fueled by the single element at fault.But as there is a feeling pure and the impure from the singularity given unconditional and conditioned by plurality, there is also self-destruction and mass given by the singular individual error of assessment by the feeling conditioned.And it propio this point: the feeling unclean shall not take possession of our psyche, Asthe if our psyche becomes prey to the feeling unclean, the principle of origin of the reactivity of our being the only element quick feedback / callback is canceled you lose nell'errante pluralism social.But if the error is of individual nature and unconditional?So at that point must take the ability to assess which is the only chance of recovery of our actions.I am looking at the moment of the solution to my problem: my only problem is that he could not go the way of mental purity.I have become involved with external agents, as humans with feelings so impure, the spontaneity of our terms are ignorant, or more simply by ignoring our knowledge.According to one view (as well as adopted by the masses) is much better to ignore the ideological rot Asthe eliminate child the knowledge that resides in our skulls.This we can call it indifference, ignorance, superficiality, but it is always the same thing: abandoning inner evolution that should be part of the human journey.And what today is manifested infesting our communities is the inability to analyze and evaluate by the conscience of the individual.Man by nature tends to avoid the obstacle Asthe primary rationale for the easiest path to follow, but the primary logic is not always the right one ... especially if influenced by the feeling unclean.But after all the masses do not care, that interests me on a second floor ... the first is my path.I got carried away by the temptations of sensations "finding myself so bogged down in simple communication.But while those who are not aware of everything lives in its hypnotic fact, I still work passively unknowingly causing an overload of mental activity that often takes me out of the pavement.At this point I find myself incredibly fragile, if now I can not take away from this quagmire of mind I failed ... the only solution is meditation.In the last two years I have left to the vices common finding myself in so little time in complete decline.Where is my strength?And 'maybe this is the weak point of our being?Vice?Propio Well ... I think so.So once you understand this you can quickly find the path of knowledge and purity of spirit, but the longer he sinks into the error is more difficult to return to the surface and rise.First of all I will have to balance myself, then I'll have to find the balance between me and the rest.I think the man with the will can achieve any purpose and in some cases could also clear the concept of utopia.In my utopia is a basket where to throw all our failures, as there is life to me is quite possible!Life is just a chance that has occurred, the only common thread that unites the divine with science is mathematics.Everything is mathematics: geometry, motion, idea, action, morphology and thought, well ... everything!The entire path of each of us and translated into a simple expression, even the divine creation (if you want to call it that) is the result of a calculation, so we can say that one of the last mysteries propio is this: where he started maths? .. . Is perceived and interpreted by us eletrochimici by burning, but there is something that gives motion to all this and that is what occurs in space-time.The human race still has a lot to learn, and if things can be summed up in simple terms then there is really need to ask who really created the math!Perhaps the word is not given to us by the creator nientemenochè mathematics?If so we would think that our God may also be a mad scientist!Our existence could be a kind of bio-game?Well ... it would be absurd to say this, but in fact there is a chance, so this is still a theory, however absurd it seems everything follows a very precise mathematical calculation as well as fucking!
03 \ 2006
Inside the refrigerator only ketchup.The earth around the fridge.Nations on earth.In countries politics ...... Right or left? .... What is right? .... What is left? .... Slag slag ideological war or ideological warfare?.. Daughters of national and international public, or the same?Resentment .. Why? .... Slag slag ideological war or ideological warfare?.. Or more simply inherited grudges tragic?Perhaps the time is not only the illusion of the senses? ..Well .. right and left? .... Also the pseudo offspring? .... And constitutionalism? .... Where is the source of the "whole"? .... Maybe need a different common? .... Or interpreted differently?It might be a framed canvas from different angles?Or several paintings framed by a single point of view?And that was before the right and left?Maybe .. always and only masters and slaves?.. Rich and poor?Right and wrong ..?Few and many ..?
NAEIONE CEEATOIATLI
First part (and perhaps the only)
This is the beginning of my diary, as indeed may be too late, but anyway I will try to summarize this paper by identifying the expression as the beginning of the end.To be honest I do not know what day it is, but up to date by consulting the phone's display can declare that I am in a lousy year on March 12, 2006, to be exact are 10:43 am and I can also say that the awakening This morning was the shit!I think I'm in crisis .. but why?Well ... I think I begin to understand ... maybe I caught up with the apparent death and the alteration of consciousness to the genuine vision of truth on earth.It 's like if I knew already the end of a film, it is as if I had already read the last chapter of a book, the only thing that is synthesizing the funny around me know my flashback pluriunitari.If ignorance is what saves us time with me not working, studying whether it makes us aware of being ignorant, then maybe you should also ignore what makes us aware, sometimes knowledge can traumatize the essence of our being.Being neutral has the ability to react, while the will is the only principle of origin of the reactivity of our being.What we can bring incomplete perfection is the balance between desire and knowledge, thus giving birth to the response and evaluation.Emotional control is the tire of our spiritual means ...... And I'm taking quite a while on the circles.I have done something wrong but I have yet to acknowledge the error, even if sincerely continuous solid continue to feel the stench that haunts me for quite a while.Imperfection is part of our nature, but the fix is part of our ability to evolve, the only thing that can distract us from our path is to drag us from the feelings, the feeling Asthe eliminates the impartiality of the evaluation.And so then the error has been identified, but mine tends to be ignored ... the man lives by feelings, but can not distinguish the two types of feelings: there is a feeling that pure and impure.That is pure tested individually without the possibility of external influences, the impure is tested in several subject to conditioning by the plural sense.The feeling plural gives rise to error of spiritual assessment, spiritual assessment of the error leads civilization self-destruction, self-destruction is fueled by the single element at fault.But as there is a feeling pure and the impure from the singularity given unconditional and conditioned by plurality, there is also self-destruction and mass given by the singular individual error of assessment by the feeling conditioned.And it propio this point: the feeling unclean shall not take possession of our psyche, Asthe if our psyche becomes prey to the feeling unclean, the principle of origin of the reactivity of our being the only element quick feedback / callback is canceled you lose nell'errante pluralism social.But if the error is of individual nature and unconditional?So at that point must take the ability to assess which is the only chance of recovery of our actions.I am looking at the moment of the solution to my problem: my only problem is that he could not go the way of mental purity.I have become involved with external agents, as humans with feelings so impure, the spontaneity of our terms are ignorant, or more simply by ignoring our knowledge.According to one view (as well as adopted by the masses) is much better to ignore the ideological rot Asthe eliminate child the knowledge that resides in our skulls.This we can call it indifference, ignorance, superficiality, but it is always the same thing: abandoning inner evolution that should be part of the human journey.And what today is manifested infesting our communities is the inability to analyze and evaluate by the conscience of the individual.Man by nature tends to avoid the obstacle Asthe primary rationale for the easiest path to follow, but the primary logic is not always the right one ... especially if influenced by the feeling unclean.But after all the masses do not care, that interests me on a second floor ... the first is my path.I got carried away by the temptations of sensations "finding myself so bogged down in simple communication.But while those who are not aware of everything lives in its hypnotic fact, I still work passively unknowingly causing an overload of mental activity that often takes me out of the pavement.At this point I find myself incredibly fragile, if now I can not take away from this quagmire of mind I failed ... the only solution is meditation.In the last two years I have left to the vices common finding myself in so little time in complete decline.Where is my strength?And 'maybe this is the weak point of our being?Vice?Propio Well ... I think so.So once you understand this you can quickly find the path of knowledge and purity of spirit, but the longer he sinks into the error is more difficult to return to the surface and rise.First of all I will have to balance myself, then I'll have to find the balance between me and the rest.I think the man with the will can achieve any purpose and in some cases could also clear the concept of utopia.In my utopia is a basket where to throw all our failures, as there is life to me is quite possible!Life is just a chance that has occurred, the only common thread that unites the divine with science is mathematics.Everything is mathematics: geometry, motion, idea, action, morphology and thought, well ... everything!The entire path of each of us and translated into a simple expression, even the divine creation (if you want to call it that) is the result of a calculation, so we can say that one of the last mysteries propio is this: where he started maths? .. . Is perceived and interpreted by us eletrochimici by burning, but there is something that gives motion to all this and that is what occurs in space-time.The human race still has a lot to learn, and if things can be summed up in simple terms then there is really need to ask who really created the math!Perhaps the word is not given to us by the creator nientemenochè mathematics?If so we would think that our God may also be a mad scientist!Our existence could be a kind of bio-game?Well ... it would be absurd to say this, but in fact there is a chance, so this is still a theory, however absurd it seems everything follows a very precise mathematical calculation as well as fucking!
03 \ 2006
Inside the refrigerator only ketchup.The earth around the fridge.Nations on earth.In countries politics ...... Right or left? .... What is right? .... What is left? .... Slag slag ideological war or ideological warfare?.. Daughters of national and international public, or the same?Resentment .. Why? .... Slag slag ideological war or ideological warfare?.. Or more simply inherited grudges tragic?Perhaps the time is not only the illusion of the senses? ..Well .. right and left? .... Also the pseudo offspring? .... And constitutionalism? .... Where is the source of the "whole"? .... Maybe need a different common? .... Or interpreted differently?It might be a framed canvas from different angles?Or several paintings framed by a single point of view?And that was before the right and left?Maybe .. always and only masters and slaves?.. Rich and poor?Right and wrong ..?Few and many ..?
THE DAY
This is the story of the end of living with diversity.In ancient times, the nymphs, dwarfs, fauns, gnomes, pixies and fairies lived in the area and under the sky that has always been common.There were differences and misunderstandings which had assets of tolerance that was gym.There were no boundaries, there were no bombs, there were fine.There were great leaders and the clan, was the diplomacy, there was the studio, music and all forms of art.There was also the man but it was still stupid and dumb, hungry for knowledge and a duty to understand.The sex was still a sense and love was not influenced by gender.The nymphs tempting kidnapped for a night attracted passers-by Pan improvised melody and the horror of war was not yet known.The murky waters they knew well but were pure, the wind was still combing the herbs that were born on the barren land and the fire was judge and executioner ..A warrior strong and just ..The trees still speak freely and the spontaneous creativity of the people coupled with imagination gave birth to a magic that only became a fact of life and genuine in a world that may occur ..Only then was .. was and was not more.The day came that she should not be and so was born the art of war .. art is not art.Was the man to give birth to such horror and so was the day that man began to have thirst for conquest.He wanted to establish itself and began his campaign.The dwarves and gnomes began to dig under the earth and the fairies and goblins will provide their wood and stone, solidarity and brotherhood.The nymphs destroyed bridges and diverted rivers, giving rise to the borders, instead fauns raggiusero the most inhospitable peaks.Pan warned the trees and animals and when they were all warned the creatures of the earth took refuge under the earth and from that day did not come out anymore.From that day they saw the sky.The trees became silent and animals forced to live on the surface for the first time began to run away and hide now changed man.Human intelligence gave birth to violence and its instruments of terror, and so was the day of pain.It was the day when the blood started to stain the earth and the absurdity is that it was human blood.It is because humans found no one to kill and subdue, so they started killing each other, and so was the day of the war.Millennia passed and the war infested our world ..passaron millennia and is still waiting for someone to be able to revise the sky.
END
END
POETRY AND NIGHT
Came the first winter or maybe the first summer.Arrived and changed the giant primate.He grew up paripasso of civilization with war,so for the first time appeared on earth peace.But everything is cyclical and everything is motion,time an illusion, space vacuum.The knowledge was hidden and the illusion was distributedcame the utopian freedom, a lie infinite.So with all this also came the cry,and so continued until the end of time.
Living is hard, life is beautiful.In the midst of this horror and beauty,proceedings where there is the freshness.Fraschezza of being alive, fresh and natural,in the middle of a caress so bad for everyone.Over time you learn and s'incassan shotsmaybe this is life, her many faces.So hard, so hard,so immensely beautiful, so ... kind.So many things to do in so little timeso much evil in this world but there is the content.The nurse's smile, the happiness of marginalization,there is getting worse and that's created.Living is hard, life is beautiful,this is live, but it is also that.
Donna, there is no best thing.Inside each is a mystery, a cave to explore,each with its own veil, a star to behold.So close to man, and yet so far,with her maternal instincts, she dreams of every infantryman.Even otherwise difficult to commend to misunderstanding,still difficult to subdue by force of reason.Women that without it there is no difference,woman who without it would be only one shortcoming.So beautiful outside, so strong in,the man without it would be an extinguished fire.Woman who is a mother, a woman who makes her father,woman raising children, a woman who does not fall.Woman as it is, just as we want,Women in our dreams of a woman we want.Women sometimes victim, a woman who knows how to fight,woman because woman, only woman to worship.
Darkness falls each day and it gets at night,The silence you can hear the wind accompanied by a symphony as natural as wonderful, the predator hunt, night birds as well, the silver moon tinged the ground and thanked each tree.Thus cyclical and mysterious, as guardian, as mistress, just a little bit of snow can complement the mutation.As a night shift, night with his speech, Councillor night and night queen.Venture to places where no man if you do not understand and adore the night with his magneficenza.So as the day reveal all that we may see at night and hides there to be discovered.Queen of peace, mother of the rest, gives us every day a different treasure, surrounded by darkness, protected by secrecy.You are so mysterious, frightening her so, she tickles the collective imagination, she is mistress of her time, her silence and with the wind.Night.
Living is hard, life is beautiful.In the midst of this horror and beauty,proceedings where there is the freshness.Fraschezza of being alive, fresh and natural,in the middle of a caress so bad for everyone.Over time you learn and s'incassan shotsmaybe this is life, her many faces.So hard, so hard,so immensely beautiful, so ... kind.So many things to do in so little timeso much evil in this world but there is the content.The nurse's smile, the happiness of marginalization,there is getting worse and that's created.Living is hard, life is beautiful,this is live, but it is also that.
Donna, there is no best thing.Inside each is a mystery, a cave to explore,each with its own veil, a star to behold.So close to man, and yet so far,with her maternal instincts, she dreams of every infantryman.Even otherwise difficult to commend to misunderstanding,still difficult to subdue by force of reason.Women that without it there is no difference,woman who without it would be only one shortcoming.So beautiful outside, so strong in,the man without it would be an extinguished fire.Woman who is a mother, a woman who makes her father,woman raising children, a woman who does not fall.Woman as it is, just as we want,Women in our dreams of a woman we want.Women sometimes victim, a woman who knows how to fight,woman because woman, only woman to worship.
Darkness falls each day and it gets at night,The silence you can hear the wind accompanied by a symphony as natural as wonderful, the predator hunt, night birds as well, the silver moon tinged the ground and thanked each tree.Thus cyclical and mysterious, as guardian, as mistress, just a little bit of snow can complement the mutation.As a night shift, night with his speech, Councillor night and night queen.Venture to places where no man if you do not understand and adore the night with his magneficenza.So as the day reveal all that we may see at night and hides there to be discovered.Queen of peace, mother of the rest, gives us every day a different treasure, surrounded by darkness, protected by secrecy.You are so mysterious, frightening her so, she tickles the collective imagination, she is mistress of her time, her silence and with the wind.Night.
LUCID MADNESS
Alas, the analysis is mistaken for conscious lucid madness and misunderstanding coupled with selfish indifference have given birth to the founder incriminating factor of ignorance.Dignity, conscience, reflection and correction have been lost over time or maybe we have lost them.Evolution or devolution?Justice is mirage or freedom that does not and never was there?Wishful thinking?Illusionists sovereign and brainwashed by manipulation of education?Democracy based on the suppression and control of the story?Story that ends where the winner administering true and false truth?History?Of sovereignty, the cardinals, inquisitors and people bypassed by lies and cowardice?By feudal lords and Cellerini?By bandits who have always wanted to be authoritarian and ruthless institution?Honors to the country but not at the front ..At the front there is the true hell that manifests itself ..That terrorizes and kills ..That can only stain the pages of history and consciousness of the officers ..All heroes at the table ..All equal in the trenches ..Always .. little difference.Who send their knights plunder crops and sow hatred and hunger legitimate.Them to send their turtles to break the heads of those who claim ..That imprison the best minds in their cells, or let them try to bribe them by cowardly method.But they continue to fear the poor people that make the sovereign and that sovereignty which is why this stream of arrogance and brutality that manifests itself for centuries can be stopped by those who fight together for justice, for the end of sopprusi of tyrants, for a just and better future.Because if it makes sense to life and human intelligence, then for sure the evil will be defeated ..Why else would not have a sense of civilization and the real, true freedom, true democracy would remain beehives hanging from the trees of the stories ..But the evil that was, the evil, and evil that will not have anything fabulous and is required for the next crisis, a war and an educational revolution made with intelligence and spirit, unity and honor , war and peace.But if all this is mistaken for lucid madness? ..Then the norm is exchanged with a majority blurred the daily grind and a counterproductive and self-destructive collectivism illusory.Lucid madness ...
DELIRIVM
Whispers in the night left flank the noise,haim! Poor man, you're not winning,your gestures are a slave, like the moon and sky,for a while there is clear, the cold inside of you.The night will mess up the inonscio Wilder,do not answer you, do not come more from the trip.And if there is no return, nor a favored waiting,hiding in the maze, wind and rain to guide you,the path of the damned, your shadow is temptation,cold light waiting for, an eternal curse.Or the centuries have passed, where no flow time,passenger with Charon, the mind is not extinguished.The other, our, your and others,where are the neighbors, to dazzle the most cunning,but what if the same thing, where is the differenceyou locked in the room or leaving the dock .... There is no reason nor logic subliminal,The second part is one, as do the three,Affero the concept and not your game do not understand,in the mud under the peak, we will find and crawl.And once again, the siege of the fortress,in the fight to the end, there is purity.
Behind the hill was still there, but I found myself with no timemirror a child, a monster and a torment,thunderbolt madness, blinding and sharpI cry on my blood, frozen in the cell,vagabond patience, hibernating reason,the train is leaving, but where is the station,the east is now far away, you have already endured,I too irritating, are not even 'reborn.But what is it to serve themselves, and if you need to understand what I say,alas, to go out, there is no time to sleep.Time ... time ... and time ..... Space, space, fire or promote,Time ... .. time ... slow ... slow .... Space and heartbreak, the rhythm is off.
I was alone in the deserta dim light gleamed across the belly bitter,and the fire fell from heaven,I lost my way, I found direction,the sacrifice of conscience was there waiting for me,... to the east where the sun rises,a snake cold and in a moment I touched the sand,Then I saw god lord and father, and the sergeant defected,did not want to know more ...the poison and then reached the delta of the Nilepackages changed form,Love was now far away,also did not want to know,it was tired,it tacked,it has deleted.Then came the camel, the phoenix and the lamb,a drop from the sky fell and crushed my pupil,I was away from home in the middle of the undefinedin the realm of deception,a heart off underground.Then came the night and darkness came,until then she hid in my shadow,appeared before and gave me wingsbut I was a prisoner of my nightmare and the snake went away .. wise ..I warmed the phoenix,the camel me down and gave me the innocence of the lamb,Then I saw the front door with his feet and love to swim in the river .... I returned and saw the sunrise, but in truth ... retouched sand, and returned at night.
Behind the hill was still there, but I found myself with no timemirror a child, a monster and a torment,thunderbolt madness, blinding and sharpI cry on my blood, frozen in the cell,vagabond patience, hibernating reason,the train is leaving, but where is the station,the east is now far away, you have already endured,I too irritating, are not even 'reborn.But what is it to serve themselves, and if you need to understand what I say,alas, to go out, there is no time to sleep.Time ... time ... and time ..... Space, space, fire or promote,Time ... .. time ... slow ... slow .... Space and heartbreak, the rhythm is off.
I was alone in the deserta dim light gleamed across the belly bitter,and the fire fell from heaven,I lost my way, I found direction,the sacrifice of conscience was there waiting for me,... to the east where the sun rises,a snake cold and in a moment I touched the sand,Then I saw god lord and father, and the sergeant defected,did not want to know more ...the poison and then reached the delta of the Nilepackages changed form,Love was now far away,also did not want to know,it was tired,it tacked,it has deleted.Then came the camel, the phoenix and the lamb,a drop from the sky fell and crushed my pupil,I was away from home in the middle of the undefinedin the realm of deception,a heart off underground.Then came the night and darkness came,until then she hid in my shadow,appeared before and gave me wingsbut I was a prisoner of my nightmare and the snake went away .. wise ..I warmed the phoenix,the camel me down and gave me the innocence of the lamb,Then I saw the front door with his feet and love to swim in the river .... I returned and saw the sunrise, but in truth ... retouched sand, and returned at night.
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