November 27, 2009

Good and Bad

The bad is an alone problem if the good thing exists.

Coral Cuff

The peace is neither in the night nor in the dream. The peace is neither in the solitary lakes, nor in the thick forests, where the winds guard his secrets. It is not between the tombs either. The peace is not in the dead men. Not neither in the mountains crowned with snow, nor in the deep seas. Not between the multitude not in the desert. For the simple reason of which the peace does not exist: it is necessary to create it inside.


This night, thousand stars and the moon that lights generous in the air fragrance to pink fresh air to my side walks.