is a good time that I did not put any new post here and I do not have much to say. I realize it is easier to animate a Facebook page than a blog ...
So for dusting a little tavern, once will not hurt, I recycle (yet), a prose poem that I wrote for a contest, not far from there forever.
Theme: The house of God.
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The house of God
Boom, Boom ... Boom, boom ...
At all times, Man thought he was praying in my house to hear my voice. He then built temples, mosques, cathedrals. Some buildings soar if away to the sky in a show of hands, man could imagine touch Paradise. He believes lie closer to me perched up there.
Boom, Boom ... Boom, boom ...
But Man praying in vain, he does not answer. Then he protested, shouting, crying, begging for last, I listen. He wondered why the divinity of which it is derived remains deaf to his appeals.
Boom, Boom ... Boom, boom ...
Everyone has reason to believe that within my house, he contacted me. But otherwise, he is deceiving. I build high buildings, what hogwash. I created everything on earth! I think it therefore unable to build a shelter?
Boom, Boom ... Boom, boom ...
If only the man stopped to scream, run ... If he found a quiet place to sit. If he emptied his mind of all his vain desires and material. Finally, if he felt instead of thinking. He would know where I live.
Boom, Boom ... Boom, boom ...
My house is narrow, soft, warm and dark. Yet she sings and vibrates to the rhythm of life. She welcomes the joys and sorrows of man, his loves and so many other feelings. Yes, if the man decides to listen, this is where he will hear My voice ... deep in his heart.
Boom, Boom ... Boom, boom ...
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