sexta-feira, 14 de setembro de 2012

David







"And off the third tree there is only one record known to man,free will

My grandfather told me once that he read when he was about my age,a phrase that stuck with him,and no matter how hard he tried,he did not find the author’s name again.

“The mixture of all races in the world,would have light brown eyes,silver hair and golden skin.”
He used to stare at the sky for hours,he said every color and it’s soft nuances would make each sunset and sunrise worth searching for
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He took me by the hand one time,and it was raining so much,he spread out his long winter coat on our heads as we ran towards a hill.

“Come on David,come on son!”-he would say while rubbing my back to keep my lungs warm and stop my shivering.When we got on top of the hill,rays of light broke through the menacing heavy gray sky,and patches of green could be seen in the landspace,sparkling,alive,dancing with the sky.

“Color David,Color! Light gives you the perception of beauty,but it also births the shadows that make the farthest objects seem very near.
Don’t ever,let your eyes deceive you,and don’t ever take for granted what you perceive to be real,because the truth may be just a little farther away.So it is your job to not stop looking for it. 





Excerpt Draft Tr3lephteria



Going back to operating table on monday,see you soon.