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Poetry: a gift that man does to himself ... one of the best ways to seek and find words ...

There is no evil that can destroy the soul of man
We live, everything is life, and man can live all
Love: the key to everything
Living without love is to die birth
Every day you live and die a little '
love is not only a death a life long

Anonymous

A GIFT

Get a smile, give it to
who has never had.
Get a sunbeam,
foul fly where night reigns.

Discover a source, who lives in
ago wet mud. Get
a tear,
posala on the face of someone who has never cried.
Take courage,
put it in the souls of those who can not fight.

Discover life
tell it to those who can not understand it. Get
hope
and live in its light. Get

goodness,
and send it to people who can not donate.
find love, and
it known to the world.

Mahtma Gandhi

The clown (the sadness of the circus)

There is nothing sadder than a clown who ends his show, which slides sinuously behind the scenes, even if in the dark, dragging with her makeup, her smile, everything in the dark with his soul, where his metamorphosis in the face is tired, now alone its true essence comes out: fatigue frustration, pessimism, anxiety ... all this is able to make a child smile, sometimes even an adult can be found in solitude ... ... then even her makeup is away and remains the only man, only those fears, the sadness ... just like one of those domesticated animals that after the show was locked in his cage ... as one of the many circus performances ...

Anonymous

Travel

space of my house is any place that I can reach my time than to move from one place to another, my heart is scattered like dust in the wind, the world I go by in front and behind glass frames ... all with me in my journey, I always had the need to have everything available and always ...

Anonymous

I was tied to a plow
solid property
not a step
anxiety pervaded
there I was stuck between the roots steppe
I writhed in the dry ground I get up I fell

ate I
earth roots
roots I pulled up dying
dirt shoulders

here in search of light, the sound of the bell sets me free I get

run away but the bruises left from the bonds will remain with me forever

Anonymous