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!
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