Serendenpiti

(continuing)

We came along from a path that never ends, from a path wich belongs only to ourselfs. Between the crowd. Our spirit goes on and on, searching for good feelings, and we do not feel to belong to nothing at all. Our link we cannot reveal, cause if we miss it out, that will be our disgrace. yet, we still hope to regain and end in a certain place that we do not know yet where or how it is. Literature, alike all good things in life, are a state of mind.

But also a state of heart, where the soul is reconcilled

with himself. This words occur when we writte an essay called

Explanation to The Return to the Surface. The cofee is ending.

We still have tea. Books surrounds us still. Outside the window there's

a circus, there's  a party and inside of my place tehre's a certain calm to porsue our work. Our hair is long and we keep the bearb.

Words proliferate in our spirit and we are surprised for this happening,

cause we consider it like and inspiration. we live like a monk with desires, no friends, no car, no woman, no money. Still we share the joy of words in the study of some philosophy and readings of books available. once again, the night is our consellor and we belong to her.