Only love and death provide a shortcut for those who couldn't find salvation in the battle of life. We preced death more than love in our words,our dreams,our resignations and even in our moments of anger because it comes as a second condition after inebriation of our secret's reveals to our enemies before friends.
In the absence of all of us we always pay tribute to death and reduce it in our midst as a piece of the sweetness of the feast of our death. We will leave it to those we could not pay attention to when love was insisting that there are other parts of the holidays of life, joy and creation.
A moment of recognition of life is likely to stop the time and expand the place, which was distressed by our miserable emotions, so I imagined the feet that have no share except these steps.
The heart beats to proclaim the antithesis of death and pulsates times to proclaim that the Spirit does not ask for the angels' permission when you desire to dance in the air. And kisses stolen from the troubled views, words from the book you open for the first time, and travel to a distant country do not know anything just the map in your hands, and hear the song Trabk your movements and paralyzed at other times, all habits whisper in your ears to know that dancing soul is another synonym for life, Stubbornly heroes of the epics but to make them the opposite of death and Your first and last battle will be victorious if you fight hard even at the expense of your dreams, your imagination, your happiness, your faith that love and death are two straight paths from heaven to your heart, either to speed up your pulse and reshape things in front of you . Or stop him and it will be another memory on the list of names Those who missed to say : « We are here with you ».
Love is a way of life, not a way to live, and death is the ally of the two when it is distinguished between the dance of the slaughtered bird, and the dance of the chick who knows his wings and his betrayal trembling the first few minutes to win in the first battle against himself.
The wings do not teach you to fly, but it drives you to be the first to know that the dance of the soul does not need wings, but to another spirit that strengthens the weakness of your steps, and rearranges the chaos of your senses, Only then will the stolen moments be your moments In law and in love.