Love is not forever

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

I am someone who came from a place that never was. River water, calm lakes, waterfalls, edges where bushes and trees grow, the open field, the sky reflected in my hands in the trembling mirror of the river, the waits I am, this man lying in the river in the middle of autumn of my existence, loves his children, he likes to be alone, and he has a great company. I leave out the conceptual groups that put their finger on the face and follow fashion. I try not to be like that. In this boat, I am also the water where I sail. I take the sky with me, the fields, the flowers, and the fragrant herbs all my mornings. I am a being of the dawn. The scandal of nature in the voice of a bird, the incessant hum of the bells that insects make. I look like it, but I am not afraid of anything. I do not think I ever was. Indeed, my father, especially my mother, sweetly led me to read and write. I am always primary; I am still learning to read and write, row, and let the boat go safely. pmnt

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