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Blowing in the Wind



the afternoon, without saying anything to anyone, I went in the fields behind the house and I was there to fill the eyes of heaven.
I did not feel alone, with clear words to the trees the wind told my little story.
I listened to him until it came time to leave.
Then I came home with a new promise to keep hidden deep inside the heart.

There are things that do not tell me never.
Without the words to shape it maybe me these things I have lost, or I no longer recognize them.
Where has happened to where I put, I do not know.
And then sometimes, here they are, just when no longer needed.

gaze of others is water in which to learn to look at the bottom, without seeing ourselves reflected.

People talk all the time and I find myself hungry for silence.
Of one thing I fear: too much or too little to protect the promise hidden in the heart.
Sometimes I want some 'silence to hear that there is still, breathing like the wind that I gave it to you and through you and still tell me the result of my little story.

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Despotism modern



"If I try to imagine the modern despotism, I see a huge crowd of similar and equal beings hovering over themselves to get small and petty pleasures of which feeds on their souls ...
Above the crowd, I rise immense power to protect, which deals only with the subjects to ensure the welfare and watch over their fate.
is absolute, detailed, methodical, prudent, and even mild.
resemble paternal power if it had to end like that , to prepare men for manhood.
But, in contrast, does not try to keep them in perpetual childhood.
She enjoys the happiness of citizens, but wants to be the only agent, the sole arbitrator.
ensure their safety, their needs, facilitates their pleasures, manages the business, industry, regulates the succession, divide the inheritance may not deprive them the strength to live and think? "

Democracy in America - A. Tocqueville

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Rainbow



Sunday evening and all that matters is to forgive the past and make sure you're coming back to steal the time.
Wait until it passes.
Protect a dream, to learn the start and from there to loosen the imagination to continue to tell.
Like a good story that remains alive and will never end to abide him, enriched with details and nuances to highlight.
hungry for a story that so many stories and tales returns.
tributaries and branches.

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