ANIMAL PLASMA

Love do not exit for many Knowing that from old time I did not Love is not forever         our enemies care of the end They enter into our life- something short and filled of impossibilities We go enjoy a little peace and there is the mourning from battles War remains odd flanks Ongoing with terror Each one goes away and a feeling of absent cover us We see through misty the indistinct journey of the death No remorse when knowing that the evil lived what we had to witness However in a lovely loniliness and sweet dispair wether can read something from other language and culture unknown until arrive to complete unknowing They took our hope and now we have ourselves and what we will not being

  She likes me and I like her We like us I don’t know anything. I believe that she doesn’t know about that too. She says love stuff and I make the same. She and me both. We miss each other and search for to be together.    Love is something of a cowardly force that leads everyone not wanting others absent. To be alone causes panic for these people. To be in yourself. A yourself without roots, anchor, or existence sense of an individuality that is enough auto centered. In the same way it is a pursuit, as are the aims, knowing that they lack something. The love for to reach fame, glory, a goal produces a repetitive intent of fill a void, the transcendental hole called self-love. In reason of that, we never arrive to completeness awareness, love is in all mode a modular will of to have a witness that release, remembrance our confidence in seek peace, the miror reflexionable for where the love emerges and translight in transcendence.  It is it clearly an belonging from e...

  “God said”, told the old man sat along beach in a day of cold summer. “What said the Lord?” Others asked in follow up this. In this confusion of everyone takes the word, asking all the time continuously. Those whom said that “God said” in an impetuous scream: “Forget, it is enough, I did not say anything.”    The silence ate the wind, until that a man posed behind them, manifested: “Who he thinks is he? In my election I do not want problems.” And the gods wrote on sand beach.