Saturday

Saturday

We do not know each other, but we come from the same place.

We were in the same place and the same landscape enjoying our time in life.

Like many others, we could be spending our time doing other things.

Maybe these things were passing because we soon forget the password.

Maybe it would be necessary to create another identity, but it was there that we decided to be.

 

They do not want us to be there, we know.

We were hanging in a cup of coffee, tea, chocolate, cappuccino.

They do not want us there smelling the season, walking,

fishing, harvesting, living with our children and exchanging our air with the nature.

We know!

Who are they? Where are they?

They hate when we think, they hate when we are real, they hate when we do not need them.

But they are still very thirsty to not let us think.

But they are still very thirsty to close our curtains to the riches of creation.

Saturday You can read more about this day in magrelinhos.com

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