Archetype

Archetype

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    Secrets. They are made ​​to keep? Will be to spy? Or to shout to the world an act of madness in a strange night, not sober, but lonely, kept in darkness covered the sheets damp with sweat and tears. Sometimes only the pain we reflect and we express ourselves, because happiness can be misleading, however, sadness is never.     

   The secrets in my view, are the link between past and future. Some people think they are only of his own and tend to save them for that up front, to be heard. Memory with no memory.      

   Others recognize that it is the collective unconscious, the universal. In mythology passed on word of mouth, which kept the old selfless, but be careful to remember the wisdom in the future, a gift, a point of inspiration. Memory of God.     

      Everything has its time and there is no eternal secret. A crowd can not keep secrets because they have their own desires that are passed on in airtight details of a given civilization. They have life.     

      Never store a great story, because it can be of great value to humanity, perhaps not in a year or a decade in a millennium. But is always there to be found, expired, and breathed through the lungs, loosened, moved by words or, perhaps, plucked.      

      In the darkest hours of life they appear. Perhaps the madness Yung seconds. In a world where more and more people are being admitted to psychiatric hospitals and in this new millennium, those who are outside, and are in perfect health, call Nature is healthy after obtuse attitudes. For it is these times that Nature shows no signs of moderation, madness, revenge, or immaturity. Shows only revolt, not wanting to be ONE.      

     A story for clarification:      

    "Sophya since his teens, he kept his secrets in a diary. A small book that contained great truths. Were their truths, their world view and all the people I knew.      She was older and each time was a new page, a new label, a new language on your last finger, as she wanted in their intimacy, were his writings were saved for you forever.      It was not the case you have recognition. But in a day of depression as an adult after her husband and leave you scared of death, spent his SACRED SECRET to a friend of a graphic. After a long time past, and quite ill, he decided to look in your window to check the noise that he stuffed himself on the street. They were reporters wanting to interview her.      His friend was doing the printing nods to his masterpiece down. It forces with few, gave an improved appearance. It was not just a matter of feminine vanity, and yes, a breath of clean air, flying around your ears even without becoming a slight whistle, only felt goosebumps on your skin. I think that the name is Happiness. She has already intuited what you expected.      She opened the door of the room and did the honors. Your friend just hugged him and told him his secrets aspirations were asking to be read, so I took the liberty of your dreams do not become virassem cumulus clouds and a tornado, but that the stars were seen with the naked eye.      She excited said, thoughts are eternal and that was the only thing she expected to take to the grave, but you did what you had to do. Thank you-said-in a tone of my writings were crying as archetypes, as the true meaning of this word is SECRET."

by Milton Junior Roza - yudrj@uol.com.br    The author Roza Junior Milton, published his book The Seed "at the biennial of Rio de Janeiro (Booth M33/pavilhão GREEN). An achievement made ​​by work, commitment and talent. The Canape Publisher believed in its potential and the publisher Bookess confirmed it. The writer has only to thank and nothing to ask. NAMASTE. Read 167 times, 4 positive votes and 0 negative votes.    E-mail: yudrj@uol.com.br Visit Site the author