The soul is a simple substance and therefore incorruptible, and as our mouth speaks or is silent, does not dwell, as the sea receives in her deep wrecks of our dreams shattered is the most powerful poison and the most beautiful show … Soul speaks with the touch of a smile ….
A girl interrupted, coming out of the box of normality, and that isalways at war with itself … Everything has a name I can not standcheap sell dreams … listening, reading, smelling, tasting, touching… In short, freeing my five physical senses interrupted, coming out of the box of normality, and that isalways at war with itself … Everything has a name I can not standcheap sell dreams … listening, reading, smelling, tasting, touching… In short, freeing my five physical senses
The thick blanket of smoke and dust enveloped everything, forgetting milky resonated agonizing gasps, the once cultivated fields were soaked with blood and the same hands that once they were taken care of, lay detached from the limbs with fingers clawed at sod raised by the transition of the horses, heads detached from the body to which they belonged were lying abandoned, mutilated bodies without arms or legs, steaming entrails gushed from bodies torn from the blades while away lost in the smoldering blanket the rumble of the guns and the clatter of armor alternated the popping of muskets and the rumble of spades, whistles and trumpets mingled with the cries of the wounded made up a dreary melody paced by the rhythm of the drums that marked the advance of troops.These shows pitiful and heartbreaking, they represented normalcy in that crazy period where the powerful still believed that religion is claimed by the war.
minor nobility and clergy and blood, enemies and creators of the most cruel and bloody battles in which, the poor souls who stood in line the opposing each other on a number of fronts, clashed strong honor and courage given by a few dolla
Proud to be what I am, even though someone else would prefer me to be ‘other’. Proud of what I did with the uncertainties defying courage. Proud of the mistakes I made, the same people who helped me grow. Proud to have found in me the strength, the one who does not know I had. Proud to be a woman … ALWAYS!