Histories Of Lives
(Susana Parducci)
There are lives that are shared, there are lives that are insolent, there are lives without answers, and lives that are unconscious. Those that search for a future. Those that are now of the past; and those that in their journey, almost lost their path. There are those of great projects and those that rise above. There are those of such bitterness that they leave not their seed. Others follow their trail without repairing their destiny; and others yet seek destiny losing site of their trail. Many a times they avoid, and silence and enable...and others still whose solitudes denote. Those of great sacrifice; those of great emotions, all lives belonging to the Lord, deserving of attention. There is surrender in many of them, egoism in others, but surely none deserving of precipice. Share say others still; divide say the masses; and between these many lives, who can judge the just one? Remote and different, the young ones, the fiery. Those that weave their gray hair, while peering through the window. Young and longing lives, seeking a clear tomorrow, and through living these lives are but lost, as slaves. Submissive lives; lifeless yeilding; who can decide if one or the other are lived at all? Obstacles in the path, clarity in the senses, sanctity in the pleas, and returns without waivers. Who has not lived such life? Desperately call for help. Solemn lives, glorious, which leave profound marks and those that are moribund, crying out for help. Accompanied or alone; solitary companionship. All of these are lives of persons, yet as many. Cloister and meditation, extreme sociability... all enclose a people that are seeking their own conscience. Repressed feelings, pure hate and resentment, and those lives that are seeking love, trying to find a purpose. Lives that surrender to people; lives that are lived in a hurry; forgetting that on this their journey, yet another's awaiting it's calling. Initiatives of a pure life, that of a child, one with out haste. And others yet of the silent elders, that can not find their cure. All of these are lived, in one form or another; all lived to their full extent, or in hopeful repression. All of these lives are one in the same, lived at all cost. Lives, lives, and more lives that abandon this world in search of another greater or believing that ;- There is no future. Those of the monks and the wise; those of great adversaries...Who has not lived one of these sories of common lives..WHO HAS NOT LIVED ONE OF THESE? HISTORIES OF FULFILLED LIVES, THAT NECESSARY YEARNING...
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