Sunday, March 6, 2011

Best Skates For Narrow Ankles

broken pebbles that become

There are many ways of being alone, feeling like a kite, floating between clouds without the wind barrier.
Perhaps the most overwhelming and despairing of solitude is that which comes from the companies dumb, deaf and distant.

What good are words when the words fall into a bog of waste that nobody bothers to pick up?
speak with our loved ones, friends and relatives, and free flowing energy and radiant as a parade of sparks that lit the world.

symphony is the inherent complicity, a willingness to listen and share. Tolerance and respect are the blood flow that keeps the willingness to interact and relate.

But words can have the violence of a tornado or the strength of a knife that slit the heart. The words spoken may have the effect of a weapon to cause harm, disgust and amazement.
When we describe our emotions and impressions with our own words, omitting those that are more accurate, suitable or "commercial", we risk falling into disrepute and ridicule, vilification and sidelong glances, held as the hypochondriac of the leper fleeing for fear of infecting him his mere proximity.
The words become mangled when pebbles are biased against the indifference or lack of partner, who, far from refuting, discuss or exchange ideas, gives us his stony silence in reply.
Is this silent, dark and evil, reflecting moves his dissent, is removed from the dialectical combat and despises us with veiled contempt. Us from their side and we nailed that look contemptuous indicating the boundary between living space and ours, the impenetrable strip puts an end to our future discussions.

Any possibility of converting the aborted speech sounds in a rhythmic fluctuation and mellifluous, advice, warnings, opinions, corrections, or teachings, disappears. The silence your shadow projected against nuisances and undesirable and override the emerging connection that existed at after starting the conference.
broken silences are the continuation of talks amputated, and just a concatenation of proverbs, slogans and traditional catechisms archetypal or save us from ignominy.

That, of course, as always welcome letterhead of "rally" or compliment the piece, but the words do not obey the heart, but rather the fear of being left isolated and misunderstood.

Words are customary elements of life that we cuddle up to the crowds or ostracized show us where our comments do not come abstruse followed by a mass exodus.
It swims against the tide when we try to reach the shore with our arms useless, where malicious hosts ahead armed with sticks and batons to stop unload our verbiage on their ears missing.

Nothing can be added or express when there is nobody who will listen, except the beat of his own thoughts.

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