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A wonderful set of colorful eyes – what do they see in the dark?

15/8/2017

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A prose poem by Wagner Hertzog
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Those years were a sea of marvelous cold, but how could I known life would be such an everlasting treachery? Those years were practically as diverse as the sky of tormented and engulfed sentiments, although life for sure is downplayed for a lot of reasons. But maybe the beauty of these challenges relates to the fact that this interior war will simply never go unnoticed. And my time will never fade away.  
 
Winter days seems so wonderfully preordained when you have no sadness in your soul. Permanent sadness is the relief for these gray days of apathy, though the thoughts prompted by this soft existence always remind me that life has a meaning. 

No life is spared in these volcano cities of beautiful lies. No life was left beyond these unmerciful enigmas of charming omnipotence gracefully healed by smiles under the sun. 

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We all know we have to live separately, but the absurdity of the crimes we haven’t committed seems to be over every day; when the additional selfless cry of a building unfolding over the centuries  of mourning relentlessly establish a level of satisfaction we haven’t seen, the deleterious grace of existence becomes abnormal. 
 
Tired and gone and left for good, we pass by the ghostly cathedral of a madness we cannot figure it out. All that we can find here are endless benevolence restrained over a sadness no one will ever believe. But the great news about it mainly maintains for a while the ephemeral sensation that those angry days are gone for good now. No good reason, but all that I have left was a Mediterranean skull over a clock. 

The stream of people mercilessly crying an agonizing comprehension totally worthless of the destruction of their minds would make me a rude person. Cruelty sold for mostly fake abusive answers are no longer what I expect. I have been watching something real, I have been expecting some empty streets in the dark waves of my emotional cities. To my instinct of self-preservation, razor blades and brilliant skylights and empty houses no longer fall from my inveterate insanity centers. 

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Streets in the moon in my eyes are seeking for relief and I breathe while seeing and mourning daily because I appreciate the spectacle of human life. All the things I know, only if I could see life as a beautiful accomplishment. I'm always astonished to see the unbearable things I want to see. 

Standardized to nothing, a huge and great ocean of hostility. Sometimes my surreal void of meaningful despair and disturbances gets down. Tonight this empty space will hardly seek any form of vengeance. No, I’m not into this form of life to see a wonderful and exclusive ordeal of stupidity. 

Writing the day away, life sometimes will be forbidden to coexist with evolutionary patterns. Sometimes I wonder, when I write the day away, about the worst and most relentless sickness. This is the end of a very difficult and exponentially exhaustive personal darkness falling over a hard truth, night and day. 

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Dark days are infrequent, but for all the stars that manage to get above the sea of youth and wisdom, slavery, prejudice and noises of shadows, even after several years, will be over when all the loud and disdainful parameters of equality – a truthful prelude to chaos – fade away definitively. 

If I can go to faraway places, I wonder what certainties will be healed for the easiest path. This constant state of impatience searches so prematurely for dark days; nobody knows what this battle of empty shadows will do to the essence of our souls, but I can always wonder. In the end, especially in the winter days, life will always be downplayed. And all of you, merciful people, will carry on the streets of misery the unforgettable scream of men that shall never live. 

Today the earth is black. Thoughts of miraculous falls makes tomorrow so much better (and less malevolent). The longer nights will never be that easy. But, in the end, I know, I will always have the mysteriously deep black rain falling over me.  

 
 
Wagner

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