I have lost, and I have found.

 


I have seen what I did not see before. Beliefs in one thing; I lost it. I searched after to look forward, until that moment I did not realize my need for it. It was very important to me, and at that time I started to walk toward the senses of my life discovering how much it meant for me. Still I did not understand. Maybe yes but, I did not get with deeply. I questioned myself; I tried to reach this overwhelming point with rationality, and it was not enough; something did not fit. Then I felt. The feelings, the passion and a truth will could take me right for this thing. But, seeing back, in an instant I lost. I know what is, and I do not know how to describe its form, its shape or dimensions, color, endings, this thing which I have been studying for a long time is the most amazing part of the whole thing I knew. It is this thing, and I have been lost each beat from my heart.

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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