The anger of the leaves .... |
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Vendita Fall, you take over the leaves. Let them dry, until they fall off like ripe fruit. The difference is that they were killed. The fruits ...
Green is strange and different shades morronescas, van captand or the attention of passersby. How many leaves lost their virginity and how many trees lost their beauty? The cold slowly walks to take shelter in the winter .....
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often die of thirst. Many other cold. There are few who survive the fall. These are the brave, who cheat the ecosystem. There are few, indeed. The fighting, many succeed, many others lose their freedom ....
Once lost its color, its essence, are left to cope with the wind. This pushes them, loneliness, bad memories, fears, and suffering. Each leaf flies, looking for his last respite.
Now I wonder:
What will be the fate of the pages slowly detached, bereft of freedom?.
"The fate of the leaves, compared to autumn, it is his death?
Do fears, bad memories and suffering, disappear into the wintry weather?
If we would be leaves, do they let lose our freedom?
How to act against the laws of nature? How change what pre-set?
How can revolutionize?
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The questions leave us questions. We are the authors, the architects of the answers. Many times the road is the same purpose. Often, we dream the impossible. This is what keeps us alive ....
is good left flying in the wind, but never losing our freedom. The reality has to be part of our flight ...
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Don Quijote 2011