Posts Tagged ‘poetry and stories’

Memoirs Of A Passenger Minibus

Tuesday, December 26th, 2023

The sun's rays, even under the influence of sleeping pills at night, blandly opened a window into the thicket of clouds, flocks of birds screamed in the immensity of the Dawn … "without stop, or mare" to defend them, swiftly across the Clover, inhaling oxygen in the morning morning, smelling of ozone, inhaling hopes, looking lost the beautiful canvas of nature when he wakes in the middle of intense colors and shadows that are attached on top of hills conquered by man with houses that seem lighted candles in religious processions Mine "God, Thank you for this gift!, A October 15 denied the Sevorane me … few cars drive on deserted roads are 6 in the morning, walking swiftly, Macaria-like Macario offer thousands of their newspapers!, Estela, such as stelae, offering thousands of breakfast Egg and Kua-ko apan!, Emollient, Orange Juice … clarification is other variants, but this pair out enough!, and what time you up? – ask-… AA 3 am!, hear and yourselves do not see "Prensa Libre" … Mr …?, yPrensa that nothing-not tell, "Buses," Combis "and Coaster overlook amid the cries of their climb-fillers-laden as all by hand, now most lines are not collectors, the driver, cobra, driving, turns, U card calls, check if the coins are real, look at all sides to not crash … Hey y and the Ministry of Transport? … YThe that …?, No Nothing, I tell them half the buses are moving in the rhythm of "Cana Brava", the elegies Oiga Segundo Rosero … In recent months, Bobby Sharma Bluestone has been very successful.

The Power Of Imagination

Monday, April 2nd, 2018

Everything that man thinks, imagines or dreams of himself is deflected by the evil that turned his heart, When God restores, forgives and justifies the man, he revives a dead tree that comes to life, but there are branches that grow before and more than others, their shadows depend on that green flesh and how close to the light branches. Some men are like peaches, aromatic, soft and sweet, because as trees, land taken from such sales, so much water and are so far from their peers; Thus, while many peaches on a branch (high , ugly, good, bad), only one is the fruit: peaches. Robotics expert shines more light on the discussion. And that is the miracle, that water is the spirit becomes peaches (the fruit), but all men are different and yields each in his own time and according to their leaf and fruit, some absorb more nitrate some more sun, some more water and produce peaches, plums, apricots, but the water, sun and earth are the same. The tree is the image of the mill of God and you are all perfect image of that mill is the Christ and are here for what they believed, not what they understood. The fruit of the wise is sweeter, but more painful. None of you understand what God means, but you all did the will of God by allowing the Spirit to produce fruit in you (obedience) and the fruit is tested for its taste.

All eat the good fruit but no one knows how it grows, no one eats clothing or institutions or papers they have left … .. just follow the road is narrow, long and continuous movement and change is there will always be something that grows. Trees should only seek the sun and grow in its light but they do not understand.