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write words


write, and writing is " a moral duty" to themselves, a need that we feel in our hearts.
This is the driving force to move to "put the heart " in the words that settle on the lines of the notebook.

Then, maybe ... someone feels some affinity with us and reading our words, it seems that the same could also be his, .. then our writing becomes a " also " for others.
It may also consider, perhaps, the "writers", more or less known, but this is unnecessary. This
" donate" something of ourselves and of ourselves, it also becomes the serene joy of giving or words to those who, perhaps, alone fails.

This is divine magic!

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Rain August

raining!

E 'Timeline: thunder, distant lightning, dark sounds of thunder, rain, touching the leaves and jump on. The hot air

Yesterday, the stifling of these days my life has vanished into the cold water that goes down in fat drops and hits the ground leaving a mark in the air and in the place.

Air flowing between the branches of trees amazed at this sudden change of a summer, feel the autumn comes like lightning, yet it is written on the wall that are in the heat wave ..

The mind races to the leaves of the trees that shelter from the storm's true, the trunks of the humid air they breathe and the smell of wet earth that fills the nostrils and the heart. I smile, as they are done, as a small man, just anything to make me travel between the stars and make me faster than a spaceship landing here, now. Yet

I enjoy this sudden change of scene, an entire change of life and give me feelings and emotions change only in the designs around the wing of my sight, though still keeping her the same, the Lady of Life.

Just a breath later in the afternoon, and the clouds dissolve their arms and fingers tightening embrace of convenience, and necessity, and the cheerful boy who returns with his emotions and his jokes back in the fun party, that guy who everyone loves because it gives chocolate-colored skin and makes you feel different as when we quench our desire to speak often of little, and listen to something hidden in everyone's heart.

I turn and I lean to see if the leaves of chili are water holes, and I see a little ant that runs under a shelter not to drown in the flood of his house.

Change the world when the size change for you in less than a drop of thirst, for me, the flood that destroyed a dream of life. The autumn wind pruned, a squirrel can do to replace a house built with hard work, for others even worse than the tsunami.

In our "play" in this carnival feel a lot of laps and attractions, some beautiful, we would not ever leave me, afraid of other cry and flee into the arms of her mother. Yet it is so, life is always, for centuries, and endless tomorrow as today, is repeated until an eternal ritual.

listen to the rain, it's nice to learn from her, to silence me, to sign with his finger e.. listen, appreciate and enjoy the cool caressing her calves, and dream, in the thunder that shakes the air, the rock turns gray and black stripes that bears on his body to shine in the sunlight that dries afterwards. Dreams and memories, dreams and see the future that might come, and while I immerse myself in all this wind caress, and that costs.

does not take much for us humans to fly high, just leave the anchor, the captain gives the order, we set sail, and everything becomes light.

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Speechless

Read then if something is still continuing in our track.

(Loosely based on the book "Three Horses" by E. De Luca)

Every so often I do: sit by the river flow and I listen, always the same yet again to every moment that passes.

I close my eyes and let the sun caress leave this world and I am grateful in my heart to him that every day doing what I do, to give life and warmth to the hearts of everyone, without distinction, without trial that divide.

Listening from the heart let my words just a moment ago to me by a friend, who then was that when We are bound together with a rope which is paraded up and smooth gray stones, winning ourselves our dark souls that we pulled down, and instead trying to find out the sun over the smudge of steam in the sky.

A friend with him if this is something that remains alive, and to me this remains hidden and protected me, and he is a friend.

There is much talk, we are rarely exchanged a few words, written or read from a book that puts the other in public, yet, the heart beats and the other feels.

Says he: "I detachment from what I am when I learn to deal with otherwise the same life." He says this because he has actually done, not just words thrown to the air, the water's edge and I think back on this, and I see me, and my same life that does not repeat the past as a lap.

I disconnected. Now I know.

Thanks friend, telling me whispered!