When darkness
block out our view; when there are not more conversations or hugs or kisses,
when love has gone… we convert on such of troubles united for the pain. All of
our people turn heavy breaking our cheers and tables meantime our light bodies
floats without gravity.
How many tears a woman
has to spill for understand
hope is aGony?
Kris Lewis; Rose.
Our eyes
can’t see. We are as blind as we can lie to our feelings.
Our hearts
don’t want to feel the affair of a heartbreaking reality that only considers
suffering. So, we resort to forget all of troubles, we wind it and making figures
for keep it on necklaces meanwhile we pray for a better future.
We use the
hope like a state for pass the horrors of life. We believe hope is better way
than alcohol or drugs, but means the same:
evading. Hope is a bridge or
mountain, when we are climbing we don’t notice our pathetic condition, but the
time to fall move closer. We will fall down and the hope only gives to us a
higher point of jump. The emergency scape kills us stronger.
We found courage in
the act to admit.
We can still living behind hope or wine but we must not to forget who we
are, because only the knowledge of our condition will protect us of the fact to
be forgotten or dead
beautifuel words...
ReplyDeleteI belive the hope is agony when we want unachievable dreams, for that reason I decided
don´t dream and live in the present, and work for litle and simple dreams.