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    5/2/2008

    Passant el temps

     

    Arribat eixe punt ja no sé que pensar

    Sembla fàcil arribar a perdonar

    Però dins de la versemblança

    No veig la qualitat de veritat

    Coses que semblen impossibles

    Es fan possibles, no puc explicar el que sent

    Parar un moment, si jo puc tu també

    Esperar assegut, decebut per mi

    Decebut per tu.

    Contradiccions que es contradiuen

    Esperar, deixar passar el temps, perdonar.

    De que serveixen les paraules?

    Si després no som capaços de practicar-les

     

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    ........ wrote:
     Fer  mal  sense  voler  fer-ne, conscient  o  inconscientment,
     si  el  sentiment  és  gran, el  perdó  sempre  estarà  present.
    May 7
    les paraules son el camí de la veritat i l´esperança, de l´enyorança i el deure complit, les paraules son el record de la nostra memória, d´un temps  i una terra que hi ha son part de tots nosaltres, les paraules  son la flama que  ens ha de portar cap a la veritat, i la veritat ens fara lliures, les paraules son ara que comença la primavera el record perenne d´aquells que son  branca d´empelt en altres prats, d´aquells que fa temps vinclaren els arrels als nostres cors, ara, al maig, quan comença la calor, quan els enamorats van en busca del amor, les paraules son aquell crit de llibertat, llevant, ponent, lleveig, tramontana, salses, guardamar, fraga, mahó, tu, jo...  ( gracies)
    May 2

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