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Was it you really, when you wrote all those words of beauty, of courage and Love? Have been you actually when you have looked to that sightseeing and felt the deep impression about Life? Were you who believed in something higher and beyond, by staring at small things here below? Who were you when you have talked to the people whom you don't know? Do you believe in anything that you did?

Tomorrow is time enough, tonight you may have changed your mind about so many things...

I've seen a very famous singer once, who came to Brazil, sat down amongst a bunch of young fans and looked at all of them behind his sunglasses. Then, one girl asked him to take that off, and he just could obey her. Against his wish, he stared at everyone with his naked eyes. So blue, so deep, in search of something, of some unknown thing which he was sure enough of what it was, at that time: He looked for being in home, with his own ideas together someone else's ideas. He looked for being clear like a crystal for the ones who could see across him and to understand his simplicity eager to be solved in something more, in some palpable and husher thing.

But he just received curious eyes, questions about nonsense and total ignorance of his true being. He wished just to run away, as fast as he could, so he did. An empty heart else, a frustrated situation to bring his belief down, to make him believe once again that to expose the reality of the own heart is no use.

He has travelled the whole planet, crossed thru all kind of minds and no answer has changed to good his emotion.

That was his face at the final of the TV program, his deep sigh at the moment when he got up of the seat was so heavy and sorrowful, that he left without that question mark inside his blue eyes. He left, all empty, that crowded space. His discoveries, his interesting thoughts about tiny or great matters, all of that has disappeared from the air, like a line out of use. An empty space else, a hole in the already lazy world.

His thoughts could make me company once, do you know? Like the water that someone spilled on the ground out there, and the water ran, but to nowhere, a "wasted" water that a couple of birdies have had, enough to relieve their suffering at that moment: The thirst.

Same happens about the thoughts of the ones who are used to open the heart to the intuition and the mind to the reason. There are a stream that overflows like the water off the tap, and that is not a waste, that is not in vain. That is not for nothing.

There are another thirst thoughts streamming along from minds like mine, like so many others, like an intranet; but, suddenly, there is no more a small creek running, there is no a drop of water running on the dried floor... There is no signal of the life as it used to be once, in the fresh times of the inspiration that could make us believe that life is not cowardness and let go, that life is just a simple feeling of warmth about ourselves in peace with the own and with the one who we are being today. All of those memories from the past, which one has been true?

I'm alone here, when I throw my thoughts out of the blue and they can't return to me in an upgraded version, they can't find a home to be housed, they can't live neither inside nor out of me... Because no man is an island, and all of us are dying in our particular thoughts, in doubts and fears of doing this or that and being wrong maybe, and we do not trust in us and in good things like the tiny matter of a moment in peace, of the green leaves against the blue sky, of the smile of relief after a nice word about a foolish thing, after a clever word about an essential matter.

I have lived enough to try all those emotions, and to stare at someone's eyes and say that there inside lives something else, something that is dying due the lack of hope for some new and worthy reply, due the loss of the own belief, due the untrustful feeling abut the humanity, when there is no one left for you to believe in, to rely on; not even yourself.

When your best and golden memory, when the unique thing which could give you peace and strength, when your last belief turned to foolish and, sadly, it all hits the hard wall of those tough and grounded people's thoughts... It is more than enough to see that is everything wrong about that change that you've made, it is more than enough to make you see that you have been always right there behind, when you were dwelling those simple and true words of Life.

When you had faith in each one of those thoughts.
When you could relieve the thirst of a couple of birdies.
When you were free and happy just for living and let live.
;o))))