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Avtor: Nina on marec 5, 2009

I look at my feet, how they move through the park, making everything round me disappear. Redish ruff sand becoming alive under pression of foot kicks, that once where small, but look at them now.
I stop next to the old big three, close to one root and put my foot out of the sandal string, to feel the texture of invisible growth, a living rock, hungry for giving even more..air..the one that stumbles under my nose until pumping machine of my longs doesn’t pull it inside, spreading my chest and stomach as on Santa night his bag, so full of gifts to put on some smiles.
That brings me even closer to the start of when i began to realize..It is not how it seams..it is how it looks..
And, boy, what all we are looking!!!..AT!!
The chill of some moments dont put ideas in the head, just a little glimpse of something u will in the future share..
ANups, back in rhyme..ajajaj, dont like when the real beauty gets a mask

What could have been there to see between foot and a tree?!
A little funny thing we learn in school, how the three provides the air, making us alive and so much more there is to add..well u see, if u take walks on the same place day after day, u start seeing little hidden forms of life..or points on which we sometimes throw so much time but, yet…do we find a result, that we really know what is about??!!
I sow today happy faces or the ones that half of the face doesn’t even move, like it want to fell down of too much no happy life. And eyes , of course, a wheal of strongness or fear, the place where even god couldnt make a disquise.
They all in a way looked relax..dont care because of what, i like the feeling when they were repeating one after another..Relaxed. All ages and shapes…man, a really heavy weight lady took a lot of sun to that little poor white flower behind…(people lets work out, lets try to be nice, ha???to ur self and to others!!)
i ve notice the eyes while they were taking a breath..U gotta to try..Let me tell u..they move..and u watch and they repeat, u watch and u see.
the air from this three is the one that is turning the eyes to all sides..Why?!?! Because we actually dont breath, we hunt..with eyes together we are a beast of that cloud that each of us carry inside, knowing there is a thing, a person, a dog, a journey, that will make me complete, change what i know and in a way make me divine…The famous people, the stars, the heroes, the messenger, their acts ,that we admire are part of that cloud.
U see breath is a ticket to future, to picture from the mirror, where u are talking to ur perfect self…we all have the feeling of the perfect happiness and it never goes away..it is what we hunt, under what we can’t hide. We make our selves small, we cry and we control..The forms are in us, for us to recognize.
Accept the fact we are not a flower or a bird..we are beasts, the passion is aggression for something , some day.The art is obsession of those who set free. It is the truth i see..Like this and the beast is not bad or good..look at u, are you one of those?!?! The thing im try to say is what only a beast posses. Courage!!!And when joined with consideration of many, becomes great and looks like peace and humbleness.

So my dear reader, hunt, like there is plenty, but still u need to eat..u will enjoy, the flesh of mistakes and blood of learning.
I salut to all..i do believe u r me..:)

provechoooooooo!!!