Were I have been II Print

It is only courage that humans need. When the eye is love , that is not obscured , non- judgmental , non- expectant or förhoppandes , when the eye is provided and sighs and does not prevent the world from plunging in , when the eye is not distinguished , then the world is a non- assignable, non -disintegrating in good or bad , ugly or beautiful; then look eye with love.   As despair is man's ultimate hope , this vision a form of blindness, an unexpected form of free will. A failure to act that requires all our effort . The eye chooses not, but receives and suffer . In this border region , the colors against us clean . The scenery is simply an extension of our own bodies . The dry roads that run to the horizon is our life. The pulsating sulfur yellow sky one evening before the storm is the painful love. The darkness we recognize in every breath.   In this border region , we are not affraid more. Because we are the world. We are proceeding , does not stop , and there is no such thing as death.   There is only the vibrant skies , the vastness of the fields, our open hands , our blind eyes , our love's despair and dejection. There is only the boundless body's soft smile when the colors plunges straight through. .php?chr=29&aid=729