sábado, 31 de maio de 2008
The broom
The unbearable lightness of the being...
Where does lie loyalty? What about it?
People do think that loyalty is to be near, never leave and never betray, they use to think that life is just a game, and the ones who never lose are the winners.
Could we all take a broom and fly across the dark sky, in the search for something?
They would call us just witches. But we are challengers, of the own ignorance, and across this concrete sky we may go, maybe lost, maybe out of ourselves, but yet owners of the own history.
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