martes, 6 de diciembre de 2011

LOVE IS ALSO AN INVENTION?


GETTING STARTED WITH THIS AND CHAT BELOW

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. 
Write, for example: "The night is star-shattered, 
and the stars shiver, blue, in the distance. " 

Although this may be the last pain she causes me, 
and these the last verses that I write. 
Pablo Neruda

Walker your footsteps are the road and nothing else; 
Walker, no road is made by walking. 

By walking the path is made 
and looking back 
the path is never 
has to re-tread. 
JM Serrat

There are a few paragraphs only, and no doubt many people like and others do not.There are better, yes. There are worse, yes.
The point is that with such simple letters, they like many others, we do mourn the heart, and we shudder, just thinking for a moment, that these verses can lead our lives.
Many writers, as scientists, we are giving every day, his best poems. We read all the daily events, but generally go unnoticed. By the way sick and accelerated many millions of people, to which the present state of things led to this state. And many more, not even to read.
He was always like that? No, science shows that not. We started, like a pack of Lions, in which there is no love, but the survival instinct to them and their descendants. And we will continue, if the ladder in the growth of man, a little more or less, know them all.
But in this way, we lost a link, and if not, everything is a lie, that is all we were imposing over time, until we are made flesh. And if so, love does not exist?
I loved my parents, I loved my wife, although today it is gone, love my children, the legacy of that love. I am writing to life, and I put every poor heart I'm translating letter. These feelings are lies?
Oh, I go to a psychologist, or internal improvements, look what I'm talking and posing. But if before Man was by nature, many women, and then was imposed only accounted for a. If before, the chief of a tribe, if I had to go out and defend his people out, even knowing that it was her life. Where once hunted, only what is needed for sustenance, and now collects everything. They did not eat caviar, but their people, all was well fed. There are more issues to be of another time.
In another distinct look and see. Not to be sad, I love, love, and still love, whom he takes away. There is, and if I can take it away. What a fool.
But it does not matter. Some will always make verses, I stand on the skin.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. 
Write, for example: "The night is star-shattered, 
and the stars shiver, blue, in the distance. " 

Although this may be the last pain she causes me, 
and these the last verses that I write. 
Pablo Neruda

Walker your footsteps are the road and nothing else; 
Walker, no road is made by walking. 

By walking the path is made 
and looking back 
the path is never 
has to re-tread. 
JM Serrat

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