tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366686732012-02-16T13:05:22.531ZNo words can vanish, in the winds they're flying.Carlo Tussihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10344585538767127928noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36668673.post-12760947558952652682008-06-21T01:43:00.003Z2008-06-21T18:01:44.859Z

The coffee, to speak of, talk of the coffee... that ever used source of inspiration, that way to start whatever. I don't think I should, I mean, fall like everyone before in that cliche, there must be some kind of purpose that compels everyone else, everyone now to stay out of this same path all. No, not the coffee, a tea perhaps?Here I am sipping from and old mug enjoying an old tune in the

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He oversaw the whole landscape before him, it was a huge symphony of lights conducted by the sun, shadows were dancing to its tempo and animals seek shelter among them. The wind was cool, the sky was broad and clear.He sat down gazing life with all splendor, shifting moods rapidly, joy, sorrow, anger all were there. And deep inside him he started to realize that every emotion is made of everyone

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Man is a warrior. Warriors are men. But there is a frequent misconception of the true meaning of being man, of being warrior. That is why we sometimes think not all man are warriors. But I tell you, all men are warriors and if he is not a warrior then he is not a man, they are synonyms.But man is not born this way, the warrior must be created and in the end as a strange paradox, you will see the

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I laugh at myself kid, I'm an endless entertainment resource.

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What am I?Am I the boy gazing at the rose, or the rose being gazed at?Am I the body in the stream, or the flow storming down?Am I the start of the infinite worlds or the end of the only one?Those questions, tainted my innermost pysche with doom and treachery, inflexions of my latent madness. Mad is he who knows he es bound by fate, he realizes truth inside destiny, we are nothing but puppets of

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- What a vicious gratitude you bring here my little one, you pay kisses with blood, and gifts with sorrow... What is in your heart my precious one that makes you hate me above everything?- ... you think everyone is like you, you can't see farther than your nose, quit bugging me, quit harresing me, go look somewhere else, someone else.- Your mouth says something completely different than your soul

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I open my eyes, they are dry, they always are, open my mouth and it is dry too. I just had good 8 hours of sleep, sleep full of nightmares. I am starving again, well not "again", I am always starving no matter how much I eat. Food tastes like paper, any kind, all food is like garbage in my mouth. Water gives me a few seconds of relief, but to few as it seems to evaporate in my throat. Colors

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God, is everywhere, in you, in me... By the rocks, everywhere... Not even the slightest piece of existence is lacking God. All is him, him is all. Time, space, matter and energy are one of his manifestation, void, eternity, infinite other ones. Movement and stillness, fluctuation and calmness you can't speak, think or imagine anything that isn't God.Omnipotence is not, if it is limited by

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Sunsethiding starall your lightis fading awayNoonorange dyewind blows apartsome withered leavesMoonyou area shinning starlight of skyNightquiet forcekeeper of secretsand forbbiden kisses

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Days, months and years have flown, like water streaming furiously from the mountains to the sea. I sit in front of the cold window at the side of my bed, rain washes the crystals everyday and nutures the trees in the backyard.I've been resting here since the great fall, the one that withered all forms of vegetation from Veldran, my city. A brown, red and yellow carpet was omnipresent in roads and

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I was hit by some news this morning, a friend's brother and a friend of him were violently attacked in a bar, both of them had to go to the hospital with several injuries, they where left unconcious to their fate in the floor of the place. There were 7 against 2, seven football players of my "Alma Matter" against to 20 years old boys.I don't think is fair, do you?If you want to kill somebody, to

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I lay on my bed just by the window recovering from last night (a night of women, alcohol and music), I turn my head and see this glorious aura, the sun was covered by a nearby building's roof, but the halo surrounding it was visible, clear, perfect. I watch mesmerized.It is just so beautiful.

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- Overcome this pain you suffer, the cure you seek is just faith. Embrace your God even against you will, against you doubt... Praised well are those who go beyond their limited logic, their superfluous minds and turn their faces to the light that never fades.A tall building shrouded in night stands at the top of the hill, many travellers gather here when the lighting storms strike with anger the

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We can unveil it if we are certain and compromised to do it, reality. Not just as a mental exercise or a philosophical novelty but as a final statement of human life which is in my opinion (oh dreaded opinions... the cause of all trouble in human kind) the most significant approach we could have. My first point of view (in a much reduced yet very broad sense) is that everything is reality; there

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- My name shall echo in your soul for the rest of your life. Dark light will cast the blackest shadows running, following you by your side, in a fiery attempt to strike your heart and grasp its roots deep within. You'll grow weary, weak, pale as a ghost striving to exist, eager to die.The sword reached the shed, a long, silvery, sparkling gaze of a blade used to bath in red. Kryad Naid, Koriuga

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Freedom is only achieved anonymously. It's a quiet state of being in which you start listening to your own voice. No one knows, for no one is you; you need to stare at your insight and believe in that tiny little sound, in fact it's a scream silenced by yourself. Claim freedom but do not advertise, if you are bound to fame, it’s another servitude, another slavery.It is also achieved by the outer

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