Senseless Glýphein

No Sense can be made from the following words…

“I have disappear, I am on a no-feeling journey, I do from time to time wonder if I am being unfair to the ones I leave, it crosses this field of dreams to head back. To turn the river around and return to the land. However I still find a reason to go forward, to continue the route of leaving you all! I sense it all falling to be, a rotten apple, and I cannot bear putrefaction of my flesh and qualia. In this, I speak: forward, forward my horses! This chariot must take me away from drowning.

A place of no battles is up in front, some somewhere to be the path… Keep a dim memory of me, for a strong one, a flaming beacon, that it will burn your precious eyes, and that, I do not want…” “… some darkness of nights came to pass, some sunny and rainy days walked trough me and today I simply know I am about to move in my mind and in so handy action be lost to the path as it ecous in my head “Here is my mind?” To the side and to the front I look but forwards I got, or to the front of here I was already heading. But it is a forward direction, in this movement and if there is other movement in a backwards direction I might find… the …

Whip, whip in the legs of my horses they are brown and reddish, they still are Will and Poll my chariot. To here is the question, but no answer is visible yet, and I wait to reach the pinnacle of the hill and perceive the road up ahead. This endless road, may be… and just may be I walk in circles to end in the point of starting of all this. It started some time, not precise I can be and say I do not grasp the moment in time where it all began. Let me look for this my friends and foes. It is of most urgency that this place is found. The horses are strong and they too possess enough stamina to proceed, I might starve, I am maybe already dehydrated… this green of trees are my vision and the brown of the land on the rock-less road… It is to go on, but heavy to stay here… that must be the reason for the circle to close every time. I, myself am responsible for that last line to merge on to the first tip.

But a smile in my lips I have. I am afraid it is insanity…”

Horses, my traction and movement. They are not horses, they are not even of flesh or bones. They rocks and dust, the cold cold forms of some of my feelings, the feels just were put out. Not by water, not by any liquid the flame just run out of fuel and was out, and from the ashes of all the aliments for the blaze rose the horses of race, well I am kept running the marathon and in my feet rest the gray and black ashes. I am bare-feet, just like I prefer, loose skin on the ground like this, I can move knowing my ground and even if it stings few times my body is metamorphosing and no shoes to use is the consequence… so my face is smiling still…

 

“A Horse With No Name
America – composição: Dewey Bunnell

“On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life, there were plants and birds and rocks and things. There was sand and hills and rings, the first thing I met was a fly with a buzz and the sky with no clouds. The heat was hot and the ground was dry but the air was full of sound. I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name it felt good to be out of the rain, in the desert you can remember your name ’cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…

After two days in the desert sun my skin began to turn red, after three days in the desert fun I was looking at a river bed and the story it told of a river that flowed made me sad to think it was dead. You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name it felt good to be out of the rain, in the desert you can remember your name ’cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.

After nine days I let the horse run free ’cause the desert had turned to sea there were plants and birds and rocks and things. There was sand and hills and rings the ocean is a desert with its life underground and a perfect disguise above under the cities lies a heart made of ground but the humans will give no love. You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name it felt good to be out of the rain, in the desert you can remember your name ’cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…”

 

The Blue page of a smiley scenario


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This is an excess of  imagination and a lake of reason and motivation to really make of that something of relative importance. So to try and act against  that we create this “chauvinism”, the strong idea that life is not only what we think is similar to yours. We dispose of the idea of similar and equal to our Carbon make up. Do not think you know how life works and is, simply because you lived and experienced? You only lived and experienced one type of it!! And that experience was in abundance alter and conducted in your-own person defects and previews of others. Your view is only one and in a whole world weights noting more than a feather compared to a planet. Live to know fallitur visio.