The evening threatens to run away, run between the slopes and the long shadows of trees. Her makeup red sky and the landscape that slides into my retina, as a last cry, gasp of a day that refuses to die. This is a moment of absolute clarity, especially ephemera that appears just before dark, as if the night, warned that we open our eyes wide in a world essentially being transformed and we feel like invisble for all day.
seems that everything has always been there and of little importance to us. Excessive sun causes us so much color blindness as the darkest night and closed. So, are those momentss of lucidity, clairvoyant vision at dusk, when the memory set with all that emotion interésy special landscape that surrounds and envelops us.
and feel it is there, built around the world show, everything that surrounds us and fills us with awe and fascination. When does all this? Why does it arise? What will become of all this in the future?
And it feels that everything will end. Which to build. That vision is part of our dream, the landscapes of the soul, in which we identify our existence desirable, our fascinationNo live, which surpasses all-embracing logic and reason to desenbocar in poetic ecstasy and delirium.
And with the light of spring, many amazing sunsets we regain the desire to see, touch, hear, smell ... feel!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
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you; meters. One more year, one more digit, the more people behind him and less forward. I begin to climb this hill of life and begin to be petrified by the mountain that accumulate beneath my feet. To be a beacon, a reference from the relative height of the daily itinerary. Height
charging in your backpack, inevitably, nostalgia. And it is this, which allows us to bow down, sit down during the climb to watch the Reger we leave behind. All weight each time, preventing us from looking further up in an exciting, naive, to be enthralled by what we could and left.
AOnce again, each time in a bunch over years, now more and more repeatable, predictable and misleading. The perspective based on a year between years is getting more confusing, tumultuous and despicable. The experience has that burning fire that sweeps over and over again by the same fields of memory, so it is eager for new unexplored forests, new experiences to consume. Like fire, you can not have the same experience twice in the same forest, because it already was "devastated" the first time. Child so we went from being surrounded by a forest wild and untamed adult to have an entire landscapedefined horizons and wilderness.
While there are still major summit to explore. Not to mention the understory not yet ravaged by consuming experience.
Hands
charging in your backpack, inevitably, nostalgia. And it is this, which allows us to bow down, sit down during the climb to watch the Reger we leave behind. All weight each time, preventing us from looking further up in an exciting, naive, to be enthralled by what we could and left.
AOnce again, each time in a bunch over years, now more and more repeatable, predictable and misleading. The perspective based on a year between years is getting more confusing, tumultuous and despicable. The experience has that burning fire that sweeps over and over again by the same fields of memory, so it is eager for new unexplored forests, new experiences to consume. Like fire, you can not have the same experience twice in the same forest, because it already was "devastated" the first time. Child so we went from being surrounded by a forest wild and untamed adult to have an entire landscapedefined horizons and wilderness.
While there are still major summit to explore. Not to mention the understory not yet ravaged by consuming experience.
Hands
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