I declaim: i dont want to be a sad Roussie

We are made of cristals. Some of us. Everyone of us-.
Our story, have kept us into that material steely light.
yeay, but I think we re made of bread
But we re not so hard sometimes.
i guess no...
I ve called this blog with this name. That s not true. Sometimes i am, sometimes i m only a curl.
A curl which is surrounding my only brain.
But my brain its not sad. It works everyday of my life with my soul:

in that case:

my soul is not made of cristal.
no, from bread
But the question is: Why am I made of steely hard but fragile glass?
i dont think in that scope mum
Because I d like to feel that hulmer importance.
I d like to feel that as one superior force made me unique, and indescriptable as everyone of us.
i m sure but?
That s all.
all? and why i feel so shy today? ....to be continued bt you...

Todays always brings out hope

The matter of times, leaves empty lives, waiting to be filled ( emotionally)..-
Morrissey had written a sad sad song with some of these words.

I dont think so anymore.
We are lives to fill leaves, with all that green hope.
We need to share.

No matter what colour are us made for.

Here we are, a little empty, a little happy, for filling leaves into the hearts of everything. Everything which is around.
No matter what energy is it kindly showing to us.

We re not leaves, just to run over with the wind.
We are wind, secret and sparing our time to choose.

That s the truth.
Live as a tall tree, with all our emotional and honourable values.

with love

rosana