How Long Does Plan B Remain In Your System

The Spirit of The Earth

~ š The Spirit of The Earth . > ™

On the road rash of my dreams,

I met a strange lady,

For traits with the aged chasms,

For blue eyes, distressed and serious.

His long white hair and iridescent,

Dancing around her face slightly pink

He gave beauty rebel.

This same beauty that leads to a duel.

His frail figure and vaporous,

Seemed to be that of a wandering soul.

"Who are you so mysterious Gente Dame?

You, whose eyes pearls are suffering. "

a trembling hand, difficult and tired

It s Business and fro incessantly,

A treat sparks of lives saved

From rabies compulsive and destructive cowards.

Looking at me with compassion,

She replied in a voice troubling

" Who are you careless and ignorant,

To ask me a question like that? "

Me leaving doubtfully a moment,

She flourished in the palm of his hands

A bright pink tones of carmine

And spoke again ... sadly

"I am the spirit of the Earth ...

In my heart germ anger

But yet I just dry your tears,

Repairing the damage done by your weapons ...

You build cities of pride

You sow desolation and mourning,

Here and there fell whole forests,

To finance the war and selfishness

Without shame, no regret you loot,

The fauna and flora to exhaustion.

You shoot, you pour concrete, you pollute ...

What have you to leave your children?! "

Leaving a brief moment of silence,

She handed me the rose, saying:

"Life is a precious flower ...

It's like the rose,

If you want to flourish,

is a love of each moment. "

Hélégia 02 / 04/2007