ANIMAL PLASMA

I would like to say something that makes some sense. I would want a liberator education. in a country without pain Any place where someone would not live in the gutter and would not live off the dirty air eating the mess of certainty I would think of a space with a rise-up of bushes rather than grass. It would be somewhere where doubt would be the reason. Each one there would eat of uncertainty It would account for a history. It could laugh freely. Could touch piano and to blow an instrument singing the life An education that could freedom us of all liberty In this place, I would live in a home fenced where the pure air does not come and neither screws up. The little package of life could die with gratitude. and grace I would be blessed I believe in that My egotism and desire It would back within me. I would speak with dogs. I would wake up in the dawn. I could say I  never would die again. I would not have any education. I would be tied to the environment, creating an atmosphere where

  Honor and praise are brands, for a few. It is necessary to balance your feelings, moving the wheels of your value in the right direction. Stay without anything; you will discover one day that you have lost what was nothing. Then you turn invincible. Learn to ride a bicycle. ####### Pedro's Books

  I did not get motivated to do it I would not have intended to make it I never abandoned my values I love you, but I made a mistake. I do not feel guilty. I could not imagine you were leaving me. I understand it. I want you to be happy. I will be happy anyway. I go ahead to learn. Sometimes, we need to make a mistake. So, we learned from it, being aware of what we caused.  In some way, we learn through mistakes, making mistakes. The mistake is not on the other side of life. It is in the conjunction with what is correct.   ####### Pedro's Books

In the backyard, he took some clothes off the line It was as if he was naked She came to help him take some clothes from there, too He dressed her thoughts covering his mind with a lot of clothes and went inside She felt like a line without any tissue Flags and no rights I saw it, and never more have  I looked for a world that I do not live ####### Pedro's Books

  I get jitters when I go fish  It is like a flight So I get on board and take the helm I let  the boat go when is dripping tides Slowly, it goes, and I launch the line I do not wait or make an effort to catch fish  The function is to wander away  knowing of the end  The river’s delta and the sea It is an adventure that comes by chance I have got it many times, and is each one of them different The landscape and the figuration joy of birds It makes you believe that does not exist time Only following the water chains After two hours, I begin to  come back The constant paddling of return can be a little hard by the river waves But it is not problematic  We can wait for the turn of the tide that will take us gently back The paddles will have the helm function Soft tour round like those who enjoy the tide movement of life ####### Pedro's Books

  your thoughts invade me I leave it what I say and forget myself  Everything takes me with feelings I lost my dominance My desire to have a sense Move the voice and the silence  I know that I wake with your mouth  ####### Pedro's Books

  A star sparkling on haven  Clouds wondering to rain makes to believe  that covered sky of light is moving away  Chained in a dark blanket unifying the fire in stones and organics matter My infinite is narrow  very much small  The human mind climbs to the unknown Beginning and waiting in each step Hundred years of education again  Same with the use of technology A blink from there The speed light in space  We repeated until the last amount of knowledge  It is what we can sometimes share in this selective civilization The abandonment as the premise of exclusion The sensible perception  The jump over  beyond the metaphor God’s merchandising and faith  I hear the sound The voice from an inanimate soul Love is not for all Cabbage leaves, in his mind, represented money, the power for survival. ####### Pedro's Books

  A cabbage has infinite leaves; each leaf is called a possibility. In the set leaves, we can imagine a cabbage; we have more than a cabbage properly. We have a business structure that continues. Any definition of a business spirit makes itself time wasted in the pursuit of something. Money and realization or a sense of life in the middle of ethical decisions from some experiences and proposes from this nature is created for an integrated endeavor, a finality. Family, personal social history, religion, responses for a community that is participating, working group, understanding about politics, laws, orders, government rules, and paths of your own of a business are features of human life, and it is not different in a mind that wants to make a plan for the future. How to take up a plan with all these proposals is asking whose answers are divided into their own theses in what the reason for earning money in that place turns out to have meant. Cabbage leaves, in his mind, represented mone

  (Have fun, the life is a flight) It was awesome she climbed a chair and in a jump to the window and kept crouched there Once, was she singing in Latin and another time walking barefoot in a park She got down forty hundred steps of  the staircase from the office where she worked - it was ordinary She rolled away into bushes and weeds of the backyard while my father read to her She never gave up on playing and laugh In the theater, she was getting many times sleeping It needed movement At night, she recited poems kissing me before I go to bed My mom, I dream with her Without anyone wait  a silence invaded our life My joy bird, a day took off  Flew to the sky ******* Pedro's Books Remembering Bessie when she bit me. She is in the sky;  I miss her.