Someone, said: Speak us about the knowledge itself. Any, responded by saying: Your heart knows in silence, the secrets of the Sun and the Moon, the days and the nights.
While it Rains...
Asleep in the arms of Morpheus and translates in words what has been revealed, and well he manifest: "I've found a truth" and of insurance, Each Who, the will listen, please, not be hard with yourself.
Each Who: Recreates their ancestors, their roots, where are you go, to where wraths, to any place perhaps. Now I only you are important for my. Tell me then, you were born with a belief, you aspire in the air the inherited wealth.
Ah! sheath. It is interposed: None, as the best Hunter! The Nature, is wise and does respect the food chain. There, this , you going to achieve it !
We know and we love ofsomewhere, myths, rituals, prayers, it all makes sense: Sun, water, cold, hunger, war, not diverted by nonsense and contradictions that we see around..
Each Who: The task is not judging the paths of others but find a way that guides the murmur that hears our heart. -None - do not understand- Any – enthusiasm! , there is place and time for it as the stations.
Someone; continuous, winter freezes the words and the fingers describe with strokes trembling the best moments of childhood. And same now. -None - with its thrust final he warns a happy spring .
Each Who, do the yours, holds together memories, and the future by the yearnings, I want to be bright, With Its own light, make love to life, although totally inexperienced in the arts amatory ?
--None: reproache, Uf, and him going to be launched: Virgin condition.
Well, it react, autumn stifling nights and long days, dry skin, the furrows in the, forehead, of that angelic face, with the question of drawer. Because me this happens to me
Summer, is cuted because the rain and cold will eat to the spring and the time starts to react, looking for Someone, who does not want to let oneself be found, and goes running lamentation his life of complete abstinence!
And he stumbled:
Each Who: with your idea. Any: in his utopia. None, he would renounce and Someone, is going to road to the death, while it rains. his blessed virtue astonished at the service divine and mystical ... he stumbled to his truth, already him knows the same.
Elizabeth Garrido Alzate. UCC- DTC-Programa de Administración de Empresas Saravena, 11 de abril de 2015. Curso- Open Lengua. Nivel 3.