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sábado, 18 de enero de 2014

Making Amends



Making Amends



As the night wants to give cover

Knowing that the darkness that it spreads

Naturally makes the sky under which somebody walks

Who mistakenly confused the light with colors.



And any way the intentions are weary

Flanking the old enthusiasm like a dance

That by accomplishment pretends to form a foundation

On which it appears correct to build a stairway.



But nothing is so simple

Once inside, only two steps at the entrance of the temple

Forgetting all the stairs leading to the atrium

Nobody remembers the cost to begin the journey.



The pressure does not diminish

Constancy is its essence

And with intelligence can not be endured

But only in confrontation that belittles defiance



In the conviction for which only a thought

Can connect with another creating a new point

In the spiral that some day can be considered a net

Such as the fire was considered as source of heat before.



Different intensities for the same variables

The doubt of one who searches for trust

The defense that always is present

The one who fears to continue being wounded



But on other levels

Spreading over the four planes

The dimension breathed and that not perceived

Does not pertain to tangible surroundings.



The source is always slow in the expression of courage

Because the soul has already attempted to reach the distant brightness

Even so living the reality of something impossible

Measuring existence or scarcity in the amount of perseverance



Necessary not only to give a step forward

But just to sustain the rhythm of the race

When discovering you were following the wrong course

And to accept is not so hard as to correct the path

Because if hurt exists in sin, it can only be amended with forgiveness.