After all, we are in our own hole, right? With our torments and our dreams ... making conflicts, overcoming them, but in the same hole ... is what defines us is not it? It's what makes us right?
not it?, There can be hope for us, no illusion, but nevertheless it's there in our walk and our eyes and in our conversations, speaking candidly our interpretation of the world, the things we see, the things we feel, the things that moves us from the sadness and loneliness that bite us, talking ... because there is hope, but there should be hope for us ... they suffer more, is the worst of misfortunes.
days bearing with last night, from night to morning, from dawn to noon, with our shadow, our smell, our struggle ...
What really learn? What is this unimaginable path of life? Almost no control over anything, and those who seek to control it are sick of soul, and we are not too sick of something?
all, we're in this universal power, on the uncertainty ... living, dying.
Damian Mictlantecuhtli
March 29, 2009