The day fell softly, in a delicate, almost imperceptible ...
The sun dips slowly. Perhaps
fear that its rays do not warm the hearts Glitter who governs us ... or perhaps because of shame. Shame because there are people who swim among the dark notes in a mansion, and there are children per minute die of hunger, alone and with a look of sadness.
The sun, which for various reasons he left, it had clarity in its wake, and the cry of a few who are silent at dusk.
They were born between the sand and stone, sprang from salt water ... They, who live beyond the horizon. Those who laugh even when it hurts ... those who live by the laughter of those who will surely arouse simply suggests a tear ... because it is not easy to live, let alone survive.
We, the nobodies ... them all. Those who clenched teeth and hide the pain, and laugh and cry, sometimes raw and sometimes in silence ... live because we live and die too .. die laughing. For the joy of seeing a happy child not compare even to see the moon on our backs ... Us, they ... those painted faces and red noses .. We are moving on a path that has no turning back ... we will not buy because the heart is priceless .. Because there is no currency more valuable than the smiles that inflate the chest, instead of the pockets ...
We who are infected. Us and Them. The highlights of color, and we They . Those of the white masks and black suits. The all the Nobodies. The many who are few, and those required for this circus of life. The hand full of physical spaces, to avoid falling into sanity. Us and them. 's happy to live and belong to the group of madmen sane.
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