KI MOON HOPE 27.10.09 The name of my Son goes to be Kilua, Kilua Kilua is this? Kilua is mine? Kilua is its? That it moves with its astral. Kilua is this, Kilua is that one, Kilua my son I want to be with you. Kilua my son comes here, to look at the sky with the papa. Pretty Kilua It calls its mother. Joined family, seeing the moon, more than Pretty Moon, Kilua is this! Kilua has left the window closes the door already goes to sleep, tomorrow again we will be here. the day to appear, to pass and the night to arrive the Moon we will go to look at, if to inhale for each day To learn what it has saying in them: ' ' Kilua catches in our hand, puts to another one in Heart, feels the vibration, Pretty Kilua, Kilua is this, Kilua has left the window 2X' ' Kilua my son grows with this: To know To observe, To love & if to keep, to respect, to want To fly, therefore you go […]

We always try to make what it distresses in them to pass, to disappear. But of in such a way trying, it seems that it grows, if it expands and it takes in them entirely more than what the normal one. Everything in excess suffocates in them. The love, the hatred, the outburst of laughter I cry, it. Everything that comes excessively, being ours or not, drives crazy in them, in the strap of the plummet. I am seated in the square of feeding of one shopping after buying a gift for aniversariante of the week. After bought the gift, I decide to rest and to observe the passers-by. Happy, easied and free people inside of that full aquarium of attractive pernicious, therefore involve in them with its glad store, its promocionais tricks and alardes. While I observe, I am thinking that during that week I thought little about my habitual sadnesses. That they have not disappeared, but had other things so more important of what being lying in the bed, looking at for the ceiling and if spilling in […]