Then I started to feel I don’t have any fear in front of my own jailbreak. My deception space was spreading above the time disposed to it. I was once a sensuous taste of the true world, a time in which the liberality was surprising me with amplitude. Love was a holy solitude in front of which a world full of ideas was standing beside.
You’re still thinking at the day when you were dreaming your own perfection, you were mindful with all the details and the forbidden secrets of your heart. There’s only a one resemblance between a human being and a church: they never knew to keep-up each other. The modern man is unpleased for he can not sweeten his bitterness, that’s why the upsurge to another world it’s predicate often and often. The attempt to discover new sensations without thwarting resistance to yourself it’s a way to lose your balance; a balance concerning your condition solution as a human being. What do you expect from life when you don’t understand what means this life? Our happiness, your happiness, it’s a hell in the own soul. An act of sadism in front of God, because He succeeded the penetration in the whole world beyond any creation, but you, not even in your own soul.
The possibility to adhere at any motion of hope is an error visible frequented for the return process in front of a man’s soul. The sweet smells spreading of aged feelings it’s an unavoidable immortality. At the soul level, I’m not afraid anymore I will disappear, but in what measure I have maintained the poise concerning myself? What about in front of God?
