blindsky

[blindsky]

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Even in the unstable clarity trapped in the scattered fragrances there was a stuttering as the winter solstice came to an end, that suspension was only a spiral that transits the gates of death.

The opening of cycles is the dilemma that reverses positions and the illusion of existence that contrasts with perspectives.  The transformations are a succession of death in the sense of virtue and the memory of divinity a symbolism of harmony.

The mirage of light is beyond an instant where everything dies and mourning is consumed in the sepulchres, redemption is part of the best days where silence accuses and sacrifices are the misfortune that despair listens to.

Within the invincible presence the abyss proposed a warm tear in the company of exile, the hero himself is the triumph's peripeteia because the return of freedom revives the sadness that has become a paradox.

In eternity all prosperous, where solitary dramas become accomplices of the resentment that mocks death at the feet of ascension never to disappear, in a world where melancholy invades the dawn like the song of the universe that has succumbed to cynicism and that expands freely in the immovable bonds from the frosted tears that refused to fall from the spectre inside the reflection.

The stealth of disdain is the dark verse of a lie that evokes the circumstances of a poetic judgement, it is inevitable and absurd to attack the indifference of defeat when the mind is only the embodiment of a disarmed heart.

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[blindsky]

People who ignore their own limitations and those of their knowledge are overridden by their own vision, making assertive communication with them impossible.

Anything that does not fit into their patterns will be a source of conflict, which can be solved in any way except by a sincere concession on their part.

"Wise men seek wisdom; fools think they have found it."

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[blindsky]

"In retrospect one is born stuck in an idea composed of instructions that always have reasons to fail against oneself, the respect that so many crave has become confused with the swamp in which they have all gone to die for what they believed to be right; in order to turn in a straight line that is cut regardless of the limits of the ropes dipped in the chalk that childhood wove."

"Hail prior to a storm that tore the trees from their roots even without caring that in the clouds there could never be life beyond the weeping that lasted all seasons; it was then that a conscience managed to awaken from that lethargy so placid in a tomb where the gods were insignificant.

No life passes in silence even if lips are torn off and tongues cut out, you will always remember what you shared as you wept for what you had in common, breaking what was thought glorious and showing that all roads lead to death when spring lets the first voices be heard. If their vitality dies do not pretend to rest in the absence of all that now sleeps deep.

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