There is such a pleasure in the dark feelings
Unexplored lands
A lonely beauty in the silence of the words
In the slow and gentle patience
Sadness that becomes inspirations
And the happiness, why not talk about it? If it is source of heat and excitement
Trough existences and experiences
Which it, the happiness gives us
The happiness , opposite of sadness, make us renounce a moment of reflexion…
To nostalgics and tangible moments
That fill us…comforts us with attention
The smile that burns the face, forces us to fight…
And not to think about it
But living lucidly without harming the absolute way you are

by Bertha Ruskaia