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The meaning of meaning

Its funny how the must iconic things may not even exist, how humans find a meaning somewhere there's non.

the difference between humans and animals, could be that we found a meaning on how we differ and surpass animals.

You may talk about how valuable is something to you, but where did you find this value?

History, cost, utility. Does this things really mean something?  humans have gain the ability to replace something that has been lost with an applying item, but when one of the three things I wrote on top of the paragraph (which from now one I will refer as value) grows its more difficult to replace them.

Every person its empty inside, somehow humans have managed to fill this emptiness with objects, but before objects there was something heavier and more fulfilling;     Thoughts.

off course even now days thoughts and how they are expressed are used to fill that emptiness (and these text is just an exemplar of that), religions, science, writing, photography and even suicides, form part of this. How we manage to live in a world from which we know nothing? From this idea religion took place trying to make you feel accomplished; you don't just know how the world is conformed and created but you also are the center of it.

Science does something similar it actually says a bunch very refined facts which are based on other facts that on the time where so desperate to find something to hold onto that it's meaning could be a bare coincidence. Complete filosofies based on the rejection knowledge has for humanity.

It isn't finished, if you do like it press like or contact me, I will finish it.

SGR 

(if you disagree in anything this text says remember its just a text and no one can judge you on how do you fill you're emptiness) i'm open to discussions :) 

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Light upon the ocean, a moon that just makes shadow, I may not stumble upon the fearful whale, but her trail its made from raddle.

smells like coal and stone, I can actually feel her roam, blood and scars can make her harsh, still what i'm about to do can be a little rash.

(guess what... he died)

SGR   

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my thoughts melted trough the floor,

just more ink to write with,

I didn't even know who I was,

until I read that paper,

suddenly I found myself in it.

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A funeral of words and sadness (Un funeral de palabras y tristezas)

May my words shatter behind every phrase, Buts there's no place to be forgotten in between words. The essence is dismissed, Leaving behinds just its empty odor, A tear of death and prejudice that will find you. Like sand you're blood will shape your tears, Marble and stone, A forbidden art, In between sadness and fears wind will snort, Nonstop sounds claiming for the end, And so it was conceived. SGR Spanish version (original; the two versions may vary) (It is prettier in Spanish) Mis palabras se podrán romper mientras las escribo, Pero no hay lugar donde ser olvidado entre palabras. La esencia se desvanece, Dejando atrás su vacio olor, Un llanto de muerte que te encontrara entre burdeles y prejuicios. Como arena tu sangre moldeara sus lagrimas, Entre cincel y marfil, Un arte prohibido, De angustias y tristezas se formaran vientos que resoplan, Ruidos incesantes proclamando el fin, Indigno de tristezas se coincidió. SGR

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Asi somos

tiriteo de frases, palabras, mis dedos se deslisan por el borde del abismo dibujando pajaros de vida que consumen el suelo, las palabras del mudo las miradas del ciego.

pierdo el tiempo tras las olas, el mar, la lluvia, solo el lllanto del risueño.

breves momentos de sobriedad mental, un rasgado recuerdo del mundo, las tienieblas ya no tienen lugar, ya no se necesitan para rellenar el vasio espiritual que sobra en cada mente turbia que orbita en este palido lugar, resuenan las caciones esas tristes melodias que entre dientes recordaban el mundo, la realidad, ya no somos uno, somos medio, pero entre medio y medio no somos nada.

Tomamos el puesto del cielo para relegar las miradas de profundidad, que nos siguen entre luces, dia a dia, momento a momento, ya no tienen lugar como todos  nosotros, ya no nos encontramos en lo que eramos, ya no somos.

perfluos colores, de intoxicantes ambientes, somos lo que creemos, sin imbargo no logramos creer.....

SGR

(if you wish translate tell me)

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...for now we remain in silence

We don’t pretend to the world yet were bound to it, we are who we meant, an anarchic wisdom, uterus to life, a new type of regency, dictators of the dumb the guidance of the lost.

but for now we remain in silence….

SGR

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The cost of words

Sorrow; A whisper of wind, forgotten words, a trail of ink, a hand made of ash which time didn't spare either, remorse is long-gone, time has taken it away too, but words don't fade out, they wait, they're a measure of time, they keep writing by themselves even when every one is gone, its a shame there's nobody to read them, its a shame time took everything except words.

Drop by drop they are written, paper and blood, they consume life,  what people are, and what they think, burning whats inside you, yet you cannot stop, a painful vice, leaving just ashes, you're memories, who you where.

Ashes.    

SGR